Thank you all for participating in this years Team Minato Week! It was once again a BLAST! Remember: late entries are always possible and here are the prompts and rules for 2023. So if you want to add anything to the fun at any point later: Feel free to do so! Please use the #TeamMinatoWeek2023 hashtag for your contribution and since we won’t keep track of it forever we recommend tagging this blog.
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Day 1
Akatsuki / Post War by @professor-of-naruto
Post War by @asiriyep
Post War by @weirdowithaquill
Day 2
Different Village(s) by asiriyep
Fool for Love by professor-of-naruto (prompts: platonic soulmate, different villages)
Platonic Soulmates by weirdowithaquill
Day 3
any au by @scoobydoo-pushpops
any au by @maireyart
any au by @cool-thymus
crossover by asiriyep
any au by weirdowithaquill
any au by @damien-wolfram-art (other prompts: day 5: found family, alternative prompt)
Day 4
Matching Clothings by flawlessstriker
Realization by scoobydoo-pushpops
Matching Clothings by weirdowithaquill
Day 5
The bell test rings differently by @maiikawriter (prompt: found family)
Found Family by weirdowithaquill
Found Family by flawlessstriker
Day 6
Time Travel by weirdowithaquill
Day 7
Baybsitting by weirdowithaquill
Inappropriate Use of Jutsu / Babysitting by cool-thymus and maireyart
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Minato leaned on the second-floor railing that overlooked the living room of his small cabin home and sighed.
“Someone’s looking content,” cooed the warm and familiar voice of Sakumo Hatake, his third love. He joined Minato at the railing to see just what had made him so happy. Below, Minato’s son, Naruto, was laughing away. He was being tickled on the lower bunk of his bed by a larger boy from the Uchiha clan, Obito. The couple had adopted Obito into the family after a long series of unfortunate events. The boy was troubled, but with some help from his son, Kakashi, Sakumo had come to see the good in Obito.
“Content? Haha I guess so,” Minato agreed, remembering that it hadn’t been easy for him to reach this peaceful moment either. He had lost his first love, Kushina, during Naruto’s birth. This was something Sakumo understood all too well and although Kakashi hadn’t a Tailed Beast sealed within him, he was spending some time in prison with his own demons to attend to.
Minato tried to start anew after leaving Naruto under the care of the Senju, though perhaps it was too fast; it was a bad habit of his to rush into things after all. His second attempt at love came and went, but when he stumbled across Sakumo, it felt like life could finally start slowing down for him. He rekindled with Naruto who was much older now–thirteen years older in fact and by some cosmic coincidence, he had inherited the kind, forgiving nature of his mother. Minato swore to protect him and Sakumo promised to be by their side.
Now, Minato spent his days with his little found family in their cabin, farming or finding ways to make work just a little easier for the older man who had made the house a home. He had never really stopped to think about it, but Sakumo was right. He was content.
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Unexpected Visitors
It was a beautiful spring day in The Hatake Territory. The birds were singing and the air was crisp after a few showers earlier in the week. Minato took the pleasant weather as a sign that he and his son should spend some quality time outside together. The two were working on the completion of a jutsu that Naruto had picked up from a “frog” somewhere during his travels. As ridiculous as this sounded, Minato never questioned Naruto for he had also met “The Frog”.
The two were just beginning to make progress when Minato felt every hair on his body stand on end. There was an oppressive chakra approaching. It rivaled Naruto’s and that of the beast inside of him as well. “Obito,” Minato called over to the young man resting at the base of a tree who had been watching them train. “Take Naruto to Sakumo.”
“What? Aw c’mon! We were just gettin’ somewhere!” Naruto protested.
“It’s just a quick break Naruto. Besides, Sakumo should have lemonade,” Minato bribed the boys.
Obito stood up quickly. Sakumo’s lemonade was almost always a bit too sweet and Obito had a sweet tooth. The bribe worked on him. “Well, Naruto, you heard Pops. Gramps made lemonade. It’s break time,” his raspy voice ceded and he dragged Naruto inside–kicking and screaming.
Minato turned toward the source of the disturbance and clutched tightly to one of his custom three-pronged kunai. There was a rustle and then, he was gone. Only the kunai remained.
In an instant, Minato transported himself to another kunai near the source of the rustle. He had his kunai scattered all over the territory just for this purpose. From his new vantage point, he saw one of the intruders, Tobirama Senju.
By now, he knew what the intruder was looking for. It had been a few years since Naruto had escaped Senju containment. He had been on the run ever since. Since they had settled down, it was a simple task to find him. Minato wouldn't allow it though. He had to throw his idol off of the track somehow, but when he blinked, the man was gone! “Crap! Where did he-”
“Go?” Asked the deep self-righteous voice of Tobirama from behind him. He had already marked the tree where Minato’s suspicious kunai was with a seal of his own and used it to flank him.
Minato felt the man move to slash at him and so he was forced to transport away again. This continued for a few minutes until Minato found one of his kunai that Tobirama hadn’t. From there, he rushed home.
Upon arrival, he was relieved to see that everyone was alright, but there was something that just didn’t sit right with him. Tobirama was in the forest, but what was that chakra? It wasn’t Tobirama’s. It was a chakra he had never experienced before; it was similar in strength to Hashirama’s. Though it was much more ominous. He had only begun to explain himself when there was a knock on the door. His brief explanation was more than enough to spur Obito into action though. With his own transportation dojutsu, he took himself and Naruto to a place only he could access normally.
Then, Minato answered the door. Nothing would have prepared him for what he would see outside of his home. A masked man with white side-swept spiky hair wearing a bland prisoner’s uniform gave him a curt wave and a pleasant, “Yo~”
“Kakashi?” Minato greeted him with disbelief. “Aren’t you supposed to be in prison?”
Before Kakashi could answer, a heavy shadow loomed behind him. Minato was suddenly struck by the imposing chakra he felt before at full force. Two red eyes pierced the silhouette. Three tomoe resided in each, framing the pupils. A full head of hip length teased midnight blue hair made it very apparent who Minato was dealing with. “M-Madara Uchiha,” he croaked.
The formidable beast of a man stepped forward, gently pushing Kakashi aside. “So, you recognize me? How fortunate for you. That makes things a bit easier.” There was an air of casual confidence when he spoke, but this did nothing to diminish his intimidation factor. “I’ll make this quick then: I’ve brought you Kakashi Hatake; I want The Nine-Tails.”
Precious
“Death comes to all. But life comes first. Cherish it. Death is the destination. But the journey, that is life. That is what matters.”
Brandon Sanderson - The Way of Kings
Madara Uchiha was at his door, demanding his son. Using Kakashi as leverage, he cornered Minato and gave him a choice, but deciding was impossible. When his mind was taken over by a genjutsu, Sakumo stepped in. The White Light Blade struck true. Madara was bleeding.
“Take Kakashi and go,” Sakumo ordered.
Minato’s mind flashed to the night he met him. He was searching for Naruto and just happened across a campsite. The fire was crackling away in the lonely night. There he found many crumpled notes which shook him to his very core. “My name is Sakumo Hatake,” one read.
“Those who seek my bounty know me as “The White Fang”. I have grown tired of this chase; I feel the weight of my sins and can run from them no longer. To the one who finds me: please take my bounty and leave my son, Kakashi, unharmed. The legacy of “The White Fang” shall die here with me.”
Sakumo was both furious and embarrassed to find that Minato read his drafts, but Minato begged him to reconsider. First, he listened to the broken man’s story. The two of them had both been separated from their boys. Though he sympathized with Sakumo, he argued for Kakashi’s sake, “The way you talk is like you’ve given up on something precious to you. Your boy, Kakashi, he’s precious to you, but that’s not it is it? You’ve lost something else: the strength to go on. It’s true that we all will eventually move on from these lives, but will dying here now truly satisfy you? Kakashi needs you! Don’t you want to protect him? As his father, your will to protect is strong. Are you really going to throw all that away and give up?”
Sakumo had been deeply moved by Minato’s words, but Minato wanted to make sure he remembered them. When he found the noose, he cut it down and etched the three words “Never Give Up” into the trees surrounding the area. He left one of his Kunai in the center tree. He was not sure what he expected, but he never expected Sakumo to eventually hand deliver it back to him.
Now the older man was between him and Madara Uchiha. Minato tried to protest, but Sakumo wouldn’t allow it. He had changed. “Take Kakashi and go. This is my home. I will protect it. It is precious to me!”
“Cute,” uttered Madara. And then there were flames.
Minato panted heavily. There was a lingering warmth on his face from the flames he had narrowly escaped. In his arms he clutched Kakashi’s injured form protectively. When he looked up to see where he was, he saw Obito and Naruto staring back at him.
Team Minato Week 2023: Day 7: Inappropriate Use Of Ninja Techniques / Babysitting
I'm offering you a tiny story that fits both prompts for Day 7 (kinda :D)
The illustration is done by my dear @maireyart <3 (thank you again!)
The editing and missed-commas-recovery by @professor-of-naruto (i appreciate it sm)
***
Tap-tap.
Obito raised his head from the book. He glanced at the window first. No, nothing there.
Tap-tap.
The scratchy noises were coming from the hall. “He taught them to knock, huh? Clever,” he thought, remembering the last time Kakashi’s ninken appeared in their apartment unannounced; the havoc, the awkwardness. Grinning, he carefully got up from his chair and tiptoed out of the room, making sure that his teammate was still fast asleep. The dogs made him uncomfortable. He always expected some snarky comments or criticism, even though he personally didn’t wrong them in any way. When he slid the bedroom door back behind him, three ninja dogs were standing in the dark hall with Pakkun, who had a scroll attached to his back.
“Is Boss inside?” asked Pakkun.
“Oh. Hey… you guys!” Obito whispered with a smile trying to be friendly. “Could you be quiet? He’s sleeping and…”
“We have a message for him. Let us in, Bito!” said the little grey one with a smirk.
“It’s Obito, Shiba,” rumbled the biggest of the pack.
“I know that! But I bet Bito here can’t even remember our …”
Obito didn’t let him finish. “Shhhhh! Guys, please, keep it down! He was released from the hospital, like, yesterday. He needs rest.” The dogs stopped bickering and lowered their heads. With a little more confidence Obito addressed Pakkun:
“What’s the message?” The pug let him take the scroll while glancing at the bedroom door, worried. Obito briefly studied the insides of the scroll and then exhaled with relief “Oh, that. We booked this mission a while ago, for extra cash, y’know. It’s a piece of cake, I can go alone.”
To that the dogs rolled their eyes and made it look like Obito said something ridiculous.
“Oh, great, genius! Go alone!” growled Urushi, turning to leave.
“Yeah, thanks for ruining our day off, Bito!” joined Shiba. “Whose turn is it this time?”
“I say Bull should go. He’s never on Bito-sitting duty, that oversized softy!” replied Urushi as the three ninken headed outside.
“I don’t mind. Obito is nice.”
Obito had expected mockery, but their reaction confused him completely. “Huh? What are you guys saying?” But the ninken had all already left the hall except for Pakkun, who was standing behind Obito with his paw softly pressed against the bedroom door. He took a moment to think things over.
“Come on, kid,” he said in a reassuring tone. “Never have you ever gone on a solo mission alone; since your very first one. But you didn’t hear it from me.” He winked at Obito and followed his pack outside.
Dumbstruck, Obito was left alone with the open scroll in his hands. It didn’t take him long to puzzle things out. The realization hurt his pride at first (what kind of shinobi was he, if he’d never noticed the dogs tailing him!) But quickly the hurt was replaced by a very tender feeling growing in his chest and spreading warmth up to his cheeks. He cracked the bedroom door open and looked at the figure on the bed. Kakashi was sleeping peacefully wrapped in blankets with his nose tucked between the pillows. A couple of moments passed before Obito finally slid the door close, a warm smile never leaving his face.
So, I spent a week focusing on doing drabbles for TeamMinatoWeek2023, and they are now all complete and available on Ao3 - you can find them here.
I will warn people that some of the drabbles are just a tad on the darker side, but that's just me covering my bases.
I had a lot of fun with this one, might even return next year! It was nice to utilise prompts and think outside my usual style. In the meantime, regularly scheduled fics will probably start to appear again soonish. But I make no promises.
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3k words. Prompt: (platonic) soulmates/ different villages, but as I was writing it, it somehow became a songfic instead.
still not quite happy with this one, more edits to come once i post it on ao3.
warning for (canon-typical) violence and swearing. surprise pairing at the end /well its intended to be a surprise but.
also n.b. that there is an extended passage with slurred and abbreviated speech near the end, and if anyone here is working on english as a second language, lmk and i will post it with full words instead, so you don't have to guess at what's being said.
“What can I say? I’m a fool for love,” Obito shrugged in pretended indifference, in answer to Kakashi's very rude and insensitive But WHY.
“That’s ridiculous, Obito,” the silver-haired jounin retorted, clearly without even pausing to think about the impact his hurtful words might have, as he ladled broth into his bowl from the big pot in the center of the rickety restaurant table. “And a really stupid foundation for a really bad decision.”
“Just because you’re allergic to feelings —”
“Kakashi’s right,” chimed in Genma from across the table before Obito could finish. “You haven’t seen this girl since we were what, twelve years old?”
“But I’ve thought about her every day."
Genma oh-so-slowly rolled his eyes. The new guy, Zabuza, made a soft aww noise. Kakashi, on the other hand, set down his chopsticks and leaned back, crossed his arms over his chest, locked eyes with Obito, narrowed his gaze, and said, “So for that reason, you're going to run all the way to Mist tomorrow, to die in the snow, alone.”
“That’s not what I’m doing. I’m going to Mist to kick this stupid ugly Kisame person’s ass and force him to break off their engagement, that’s what I’m doing.”
Kakashi sighed hard and gave him an I rest my case shake of his head while Genma and Zabuza chortled into their hotpot.
“He is neither stupid nor ugly nor ass-kickable, Obito-kun,” Zabuza informed him a few seconds later, punctuating the -kun with a tiny wink. “He’s a very big fellow.”
“Way bigger than you, in every way that’s meaningful,” added Genma with a bob of his eyebrows. “Trust me, I would know.”
“How the hell would you know that, Genma-san?” Zabuza inquired curiously.
“I just do,” said Genma with a casual shrug, also throwing a suggestive wink in Obito’s direction. Obito’s face went as flaming red as the pepper he had just shoved in his mouth, and he swallowed hard without chewing.
“Sure,” Kakashi muttered.
“Truth,” Genma insisted. “I’ve been to Mist. I’ve met Kisame. You’re pretty good, but you’re not half the man he is, Obito-kun,” he finished in a lilting sing-song.
The pepper had stuck slightly in Obito's throat, so all Obito managed was a spluttering sneer of a wordless retort at Genma, which made Genma burst out laughing, so Obito harrumphed at them all, speared another hot pepper on his chopstick, and shoved it into his mouth, chewing hard this time, with his eyes closed. As though Genma knows anything about me beyond what he peeped in the ANBU locker-room, that creep…
When the laughter had faded away, he looked up again, only to find that Genma, Kakashi, and Zabuza were all still giving him… looks.
“I don’t need your pity, any of you! I’m going to win her back, just you watch.”
“But Obito…”
“Don’t say ‘I never had her in the first place,’ Kakashi! She confessed to me, right before Mist captured her and cruelly held her captive for years on end —”
“Uh, it wasn’t really like that,” interjected Zabuza, raising a finger. “She chose to stay.”
“Yeah, and was it really a confession? Didn’t you say she told you that she’d ‘always treasure your bond,’ or something to that effect —”
“That’s definitely the friend-zone, Obito,” Genma finished before Kakashi could.
(“Trust him, he would know,” muttered Kakashi, earning himself a heel-kick from Genma).
“But it’s been a really long time since then!” protested Obito.
“And in the meantime, she elected to start a new life for herself in Kiri, train as a badass suiton-specialist, become a top-ranked kunoichi, and get engaged to a guy named Kisame,” Kakashi argued, to the nods of the others. “That was Rin’s choice, okay? Let her be. Let it go.”
Zabuza nodded harder. “And as for Kisame, he’s not gonna give her up, so she has no reason to leave.”
“No reason except the tenderness of young love, renewed, or re-blossoming, or re-blooming, or re-something—”
“It can’t re-anything if it only ever existed in your imagination in the first place, Obito.”
“But…! I…! Shut up, all of you! It just comes down to…”
“Yes?”
“…Well, I love her.”
The other three cringed in unison. Kakashi’s and Genma’s eyes got perhaps a little softer (and perhaps a bit more pitying), but Zabuza just shook his head firmly:
“Sorry, Obito-kun, but no way. It’s not gonna happen. Kisame is a bloody-fine catch.”
“Yeah, not only is he a lot bigger than you, but stronger and broader too, and yet surprisingly tender, after the flames of passion have —”
“OKAY SHUT UP, GENMA, I’VE HEARD ENOUGH ABOUT THIS KISAME GUY,” Obito interrupted, slamming his cup of sake back onto the tabletop before even taking a sip.
“...Just not quite enough to deter you, eh?”
“Nothing will deter me.” Obito gnashed his teeth as he answered Kakashi, grinding another big bite of mild red peppers with his molars. (“Um, do you want something to wash that down with, Bito?” Kakashi offered some sake, eyebrows lifting in alarm, as Genma continued snickering softly into his napkin). Eyes thin, Obito ignored his Konoha comrades, lasering in on Zabuza instead: “Are you absolutely sure he loves her, and worships the ground she walks on, and will cherish her until her dying day?”
Zabuza leaned his head back and scratched his head. “Well, honestly, I haven’t paid a lotta attention, since it’s kinda none of any of our business. But I’d say, it's not crystal clear that he loves her, but he doesn’t seem to hate her or anything. And it’s damn clear that she loves him. Passionately. Gets all moon-eyed whenever he walks by. Follows him around town and waits at the gates for him to come home from missions and all that —”
“And add to that the very pertinent piece of evidence, which is the fact that she’s now engaged to him,” chimed in Genma.
“Could still be against her will, though,” Obito mused, taking another enormous bite of peppers and rice (across the table, Kakashi’s eyes bugged out: “Hold on, there, Obito, you are biting off way more than you can chew —”) “I’m gonna go have a talk with him, man-to-man. If he really does love her, and she him, then I’ll let it go. But if there’s any window, any sort of slim chance —”
“There isn’t,” Genma said.
“There really isn’t,” Zabuza confirmed.
“How the hell would you know—w-o-oh, SHIT, hot hot hot HOT!!!!”
It had very suddenly come to Obito’s attention that the peppers he’d been wolfing down were actually very spicy peppers. Quite spicy, not mild at all, not after the first few bites. So not only was Obito getting blasted by all sorts of Kisame-and-Rin-related information he really didn’t want to have, but now his tongue was rapidly disintegrating as well, followed by the rest of his mouth being lit on fire, followed by his saliva all turning to lava, and his throat and esophagus erupting into burning flames, worse than swallowing one of his own katon fireballs —
The other two burst out laughing as Kakashi sighed and shook his head and rubbed Obito's nose in it with a rather sorrowful, “You can’t say I didn’t warn you, Obito…”
*
When the bill came for the meal, Kakashi moved to cover Obito’s portion, as usual. Before he could finish fishing out his wallet, though, Zabuza intervened and took care of it before anyone else had a chance to claim it (“After all, part of why I’m even on this mission is to promote friendliness between the great ninja nations,” Zabuza grandly declared. “Even while Obito-kun here schemes and plans to take it down…”). Obito was too busy chugging down his tenth or twelfth cup of water and cracking open his fortune cookie with his free hand to pay attention:
A helping hand will pull you up this week.
Obito frowned hard at the small paper scrap, then tossed it carelessly onto the table. He had wanted something more like Lady Luck smiles upon your passionate endeavours, but okay.
“Gonna go wash my hands, be right back,” he said, pushing himself away from the table.
For some reason, Zabuza followed him into the otherwise-empty bathroom, leaning against the tiled wall, watching him wash his sticky fingers.
“Oi, Obito,” Zabuza remarked, lowering his face-mask and then smoothly leaning in a foot closer, his mouth suddenly about three inches away from Obito’s right cheek, which must be coloring rapidly, if the reflection of his left one in the mirror was anything to go by. “That hot pepper you had earlier. Can I get a taste?”
“Uh — sorry, but I — I’m not —”
Zabuza was already pulling his mask back on, a slouching shrug of a smile in his eyes. “I figured you weren’t. Worth asking, though.”
“Really?”
“Really. It's my own fault, since your sexy, silver-haired, would-be-paramour did warn me off beforehand.”
Obito screwed up his face in confusion.
Sexy, silver-haired…
Would-be…
“You mean Kakashi?”
Zabuza just stood there, giving him a long, considering look.
“We’re not like that,” Obito answered, a little late. “He’s not… He’s definitely not into me like that.” He shoved his hands back under the steaming tapwater, even though he’d already washed them twice. I can never get my hopes up again, not like that, not where HE’s concerned —
This time, when Obito looked up again, Zabuza just lifted his eyebrows.
“Wow.”
“What do you mean, ‘wow’?”
Zabuza had rolled on his shoulder and turned to exit the bathroom. “You really are ‘pretty but dumb,’ eh?” he tossed casually over his shoulder as he left.
Obito drew his head back just long enough to blink at his not-at-all-pretty reflection in boggled surprise, before slamming the tap to the off position and tearing after the man from Kiri.
“…WHO SAID THAT, ZABUZA-SAN! WAS IT RIN?! STOP!! OI, YOU, IN THE PIN-STRIPE PANTS!! WHO IN THE HELL TOLD YOU THAT!!”
*
Kakashi caught up to him on his way out of town an hour later.
“Stay home, Obito, alright? This Kisame guy, I looked him up in one of our old bingo books. He’s dangerous. Incredibly strong. No one thinks you're a match for him —”
“None of ‘them’ know anything about the power of love,” Obito answered through gritted teeth, not slowing his march at all except to pull his sleeve free of Kakashi’s grip on it multiple times.
“Seriously stop, Obito. Stop and think it through. Does she even love you back? How do you even know you still have a chance?”
Against his will, Obito tore his thoughts away from possible names for his and Rin’s children, and thought back to his and Rin’s meeting at the front gate of Konoha a week ago, when Rin in all her loveliness had first re-entered his life as part of a series of diplomatic trips from Kiri, the same one Zabuza was here for.
“There was a…” (he paused to think how to word it), “I don’t know, a flicker of a ghost of a thing in her eyes…”
Kakashi’s mouth shifted the fabric of his mask over to the right. “A flicker of a ghost, huh?”
“More than a ghost! I’m not describing it right. It was substantial. It was real.”
He strode off again into the night, only to have his sleeve re-grabbed for perhaps the fortieth or fiftieth time.
“Just consider, Obito, what you saw on her face — was it perhaps… recognition?”
“I know a spark when I feel one, Bakashi!! Unlike you!” He nearly ripped his sleeve, pulling it out of Kakashi’s reach. “Get out of here with all your loveless skepticism and joyless realism and whatnot —”
“Obito, I’m just trying to help you —”
“And I’m saying, I don’t need it! You may be my best friend, Kakashi, but you can really be a clueless idiot!”
“Right back at you!” Kakashi fired back.
“You have no idea how I feel —”
“Right back fucking at you!”
…Hot embarrassment, both of them, after Kakashi’s vulgarity-tainted exclamation. Obito could see it in the rise of red in his friend’s mostly masked face, could feel it flooding into the heated, angry trembling of his own fingers and shoulders. Whenever he was embarrassed, Kakashi would swear, and whenever he was embarrassed, Obito would speak without thinking, and tonight was no exception:
“Fuck you, Kakashi, and your endless precautions, as though they’ve ever gotten you where you wanted!”
And as Kakashi stood there in frozen, dismayed wordlessness, Obito marched off alone into the moonless dark, until shadows enveloped him on every side.
*
“You must be him,” Obito said, squaring off against the barrel-chested, blue-skinned, gigantic-sword-wielding titan of a man standing before him.
“Aye,” said Kisame unblinkingly, his face devoid of expression.
What the hell. She fell in love with this goddamn fish of a shinobi? So what if he’s 6’7” and ripped and clearly cunning and intelligent and has a very subtle but clear and understated sense of humor. What does he have that I don’t, besides all the above? Is he fiendishly rich or something?
“Are you fiendishly rich or something?” Obito asked point-blank.
“Yes,” Kisame answered, still smiling without smiling.
“Fuck,” Obito mumbled under his breath.
“Sure you still want to do this?” the bastard had the nerve to ask.
Steeling his shoulders, Obito ground his teeth together: “Let’s get it over with, already.”
Ten…
Twenty….
Thirty seconds passed.
By second thirty-four of their duel, Obito had been stabbed in the gut, right through. Kisame, who was completely unhurt, slid his enormous shark–blade free from between Obito’s ribs with a nasty sucking wrench.
“Huh,” Kisame reflected, wiping his blade clean and then leaning on the hilt of his sword and peering down at Obito’s gushing wound, as bright red spurted into the white snow underfoot. “Guess maybe I am losing my edge.”
“Wh-aht do you m-mean,” Obito spluttered up at him, eyes wide. “You s-speared me f-fair and squ-are, l-like a — a —”
“A fish on a hook, yes,” said Kisame, finally betraying a moue of amusement. “True, but thing is, I didn’t mean to gore you through the lungs…”
He paused just long enough to lean over and pat Obito’s shoulder almost consolingly as Obito collapsed down onto his knees:
“ …I was aiming for the heart.”
*
Bleeding out alone, high in the mountains north of Kiri, wasn’t exactly how Obito had planned to exit this life. As the wind began to howl, and the icy cold of the snow crept in around him, and the hot blood pouring from his gut saturated every layer of his clothes and the snow and earth beneath where he lay, a voice like Kakashi’s began resounding through his head, became impossible to block out:
Should have probably taken up Genma’s offer to come along and provide medical help when you had the chance, Bito.
He shut his eyes, but for some reason, his mind kept going back to the look on Kakashi’s face in the darkness last night, when they had parted ways for what would soon end up becoming the last time.
Shit.
…He was right.
They were all right.
I WAS a fool.
A bitter taste entered his mouth, sat heavy on his tongue. He opened his eyes and stared up into the sky, watching the snow swirl down in slow motion.
What was it all for, anyway? Love that only I could feel? Love that Rin will never even really be aware of…?
I thought I had to follow my heart, but… but I was a…
With the last of his dwindling strength, he raised his hand and stretched his fingers out towards the sky, as though to grip the clouds.
I was stubborn as fuck.
And my heart took me to places I did not want to go.
Sighing out a death-rattle, Obito dropped his arm to his side and closed his eyes for the last time.
Kakashi, please put my affairs in order, and make sure to water my plants once I'm dead. Give Genma my porn collection…
(He screwed up his face in regret; he really did not want his last thoughts to be of Genma).
Rin, think of me, from time to time…
(Rin doesn't even know I'm out here, another strangely Kakashi-sounding part of him reminded him waspishly. She'll never even know, except for whatever Kisame tells her…).
His heart clenched as his ability to inhale and exhale ceased to function normally, and his thoughts took a turn for the meandering and existential.
…Fuck, I don’t want to die like this. Loveless and alone. What a stupid fool I was.
Fuck, all of the children we were gonna have will never even be born. All that her children will know of me is… as… as a punchline.
Fuck, her kids will all have GILLS. And shark teeth. And his gentle kindness. And an aura of danger. And her smile. And —
“Bad luck?” said a voice just above his head.
Kakashi.
Obito almost tried sitting up, but soon thought better of it. “Kazhi…how-n-he… why-n-th' hell??”
“I don’t exactly know,” Kakashi answered Obito's gurgle of a question with a low shrug in his voice, but strong, steady hands on Obito's stomach. “It's not that I doubted your skills in battle or anything, of course, it's just that I thought perhaps you might wind up in a bit of trouble.”
"'P'rhaps.'"
"Yeah, perhaps. Just a touch."
Fuck, but he's annoying. I really wish I weren't so glad to see him.
Kakashi’s long white-chakra-enfused fingers moved like beams of moonlight over Obito’s wound as he tutted and tsked down at him, like a mother hen. “This is a bad one, Bito. Do you want me to kiss it better now or later?”
“I d'n’t want you to kiss it at all,” Obito grumbled through his streaming tears of happiness as the pain began to fade, either from Kakashi’s healing efforts, or from the fact that Obito’s soul was leaving his body. “I either wan' bandages, or f’r’you to run off an' lemme die here in peace. No more of this sarcasm and belittling side-talk…”
“Not a very nice way to greet your savior, Obito —”
“Shut up, B’kashi. What you s-said when you t-tried to stop me, th’other nigh—”
“That was last night, Obito —”
“Dsn’t matter, because I jus’ wanna say,” Obito paused to sit himself up slightly on his elbows, glaring, even though it shot red-hot daggers of pain through his abdomen, but this glare was important: “I know v’ry well how you f-feel about me.”
Kakashi paused for a moment, going rigid.
“Oh?” said Kakashi very carefully a bit later, a bit too late to be able to pull off ‘casual disinterest,’ like usually.
“...how…how you’ve alw'ys hated me,” Obito finished, sagging back onto his back in the snow, coughing through the words. The pain of the stab wound in his gut had returned, and was beginning to cloud everything. “How you th-think I’m stupid, and…”
“...I just like to tease you, Obito,” said Kakashi. “It doesn’t mean —”
“Then jus’ tell me already —” he managed to interject, bringing his fingers up to lace hard through Kakashi’s. “Why’re you here, K-ashi...?”
When Kakashi’s answer finally came, it nearly finished Kisame’s work of sending Obito into an early grave:
“Maa, well… I guess you could say I’m a fool for love…”
In this AU Obito suffers from severe hearing loss (after the kannabi mission). Kakashi and Rin learn sign language together with him. The image is heavily inspired by a beautiful one-shot "Signing" (by Kikuneesama). Go read it if you haven't 💛
(I used ASL instead of JSL simply because I know nothing about Japanese T_T and was afraid I'd make a mistake).
I'm sorry I'm late with my contribution 😶🌫️ @teamminatoweek
Summary: In a world where Team Minato grew up together, the bell test Kakashi administers to Team 7 plays out a bit differently—yet yields similar results.
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initially wasn’t going to post this as i’m not satisfied w the pacing or look of it but. what have i got to lose sjsksjakdkdj
this one is based off the bodies in the water scp, where obt comes across them and nearly falls for their trap. luckily kkrin are connected to him thru technology (their help in observation duty is the only reason he’s still working for the foundation) and so they’re able to call him and convince him to leave 👍
Sakumo and Obito's Parents* Live AU (7 artworks + drabble)
Team Minato Week Day 3: Any AU. It's not one of the suggested ones, but something I've been thinking about too much :3 @teamminatoweek
Kakashi and Obito prevent the terrible thing (they've noticed something has been really wrong with Sakumo). Sakumo, having seen Kakashi's horrified face, gets horrified himself at what he was about to do — not to himself — but to his son, and feels remorse about having almost abandoned his son.
2. After the Kannabi mission, Minato writes one of the most difficult reports in his career. He has to face the parents: Obito's dad and Sakumo.
Imagine the moment team Minato returns to the village, but without Obito.
Obito's parents, as well as Sakumo, meet them and realize that their son has not returned. Kakashi looks them in the eye and stretches a trembling hand with the goggles in it; they take them, shocked, and feel the sudden dark urge to throw them into something. Or at somebody. The panic. They feel like they're on the edge of a precipice, but a tiny hope that Obito might still be alive — just... lost... just... still breathing — is still there. But then it gets crushed by a detailed report from the team.
The eye. Obito's eye. Their son's eye is looking at them from Kakashi's eyesocket, and they don't know what to think. Sakumo doesn't, either.
They aren't allowed to look for the body immediately because of secret military operations still going on in the area. They grieve and wait. Soon they get the permission to start their search; grimly, they crush a rock after a rock to get to the bottom, and find… the blood… ninja weapons… pieces of his clothing... Obito's headband… But! NO BODY. And again Obito's parents feel shattered. Did the enemy ninja steal his body? Plucked out the remaining eye? Dissected him? What did they do to the corpse of their poor boy? Obito's parents are too late! Too late…
And more weeks of grief and pain ensue.
Until Kakashi starts seeing something with his eye.
Some cave…
After it’s happened a few times, he tells Rin, and she persuades him to talk to Obito's parents.
3. Thanks to Rin, Kakashi approaches Obito's mom and asks her a few questions about the Sharingan. He has to retell her everything again, but in more detail. Kakashi says that he's been seeing something from time to time, but doesn't know what it is... Obito's mom is puzzled, but suddenly a new tiny flicker of hope springs up in the darkness they've been living in for the past few months.
4. Eventually, Obito's parents, Sakumo, and Kakashi find Obito in barely-alive Madara's lair. Black Zetsu escapes, but there is somebody who can capture him and seal him off: Kushina.
5. Kushina loves her secret mission.
6. Jounin Obito, with his parents. Way later :3
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And if you've read till this point, I have a little drabble for you for dessert about kid Obito getting to know Sakumo. Big thank you to @professor-of-naruto for fixing my mistakes & all the amazing support!!! 💕 💕 💕
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On warm days like this, Obito loved wandering around in the village and enjoying the lulling buzz of life. Quite often, these walks resulted in curious encounters and even adventures, and today seemed to be the case too. On the hill near the edge of Konoha park sat a man, staring somewhat sadly at the erratic mess of Konoha rooftops and low afternoon clouds, speckled with gold and pink. It was a man Obito had seen from a distance multiple times, but had never had the guts to approach.
Hatake Sakumo had somehow always looked both rugged and elven at the same time. He was tall and wiry, face sun-tanned, vigor emanating from his broad shoulders and spiky silver ponytail, but his eyes were jaded and thoughtful – too many shadows hiding there. There was a certain sternness about the lines on either side of his mouth, but the most gentle and peaceful smile Obito had ever seen offset the rough look of his face. And now, this very smile and a small nod of acknowledgement worked like a magnetic pull on the boy. Enchanted, he came up to the man and sat down nearby.
Kakashi’s father returned to silent contemplation, and Obito bent his eyes to the ground. That man wasn’t a talkative one, pretty much like his son, but did Obito want to know more about him! Sakumo was probably the only person in the whole world who could elicit a huge, brilliant smile from Kakashi. Not that Obito had actually seen that smile (damn mask!), only the crinkled eyes, but more than once, he’d heard their jolly voices and laughter when the pair of them were chatting about the events of the day.
“Hatake-san, nice to meet you. I’m Uchiha Obito,” he began formally, heart pounding in his chest.
Having pulled himself out of his thoughts, Sakumo cocked his head and gave him another serene and endearing smile. “Obito-kun, huh? You’re Kakashi’s friend, right? I’ve seen you playing together.”
“Um... More like a classmate, I guess?” A classmate who wanted to be his friend. Deep down. Probably.
“I’ve heard a lot about you from my son.”
“You have?” Obito’s eyes grew wide, radiating shock and wonder. Of all the things Kakashi and Sakumo could be discussing... Him? Oh, wait. Kakashi had probably been describing to his dad all those stupid situations that involved Obito, or something... They could be funny. In hindsight. Mortified, he hung his head, digging his fingers into the soft grass. So he knows... knows I’m a disaster... knows that I’m nothing like Kakashi…
“He often grumbles about a certain obstinate Uchiha boy who won’t ever leave him in peace. But I can also see how excited he is, looking forward to the fun that every day with you brings.” Suddenly Sakumo laughed, voice deep and resonant. “But around you my little hedgehog is a little standoffish, isn’t he?” (Obito’s ears perked up: A diminutive? For Kakashi? Outlandish). “I can be your friend instead.”
“Is it... Is it okay?” Obito mumbled, still feeling awkward.
“Of course.”
“Hatake-san… Why is Kakashi such a ‘hedgehog’?”
“Sometimes people treat trivial things seriously, and brush serious things off...” he said distantly. “I wish he saw that someday...”
“What are the serious things?” Obito was puzzled. “Just so that I won’t brush them off.”
“I have a feeling you already know,” he said with a playful twinkle in his eyes and ruffled Obito’s hair. “Maybe one day you’ll teach Kakashi a thing or two. If I fail.”
“What do you mean if you fail?!” Obito almost choked. “He listens to no one but you, Hatake-san! And I – I feel like I’m just always getting in the way. He doesn’t care about whatever I say!”
“I don’t think so, Obito-kun.”
“How do you know?”
“If he doesn’t care, then why is he watching us right now and listening to our conversation?”
“What?” Obito looked around nervously. He might have spied on Kakashi… but the other way around? What?!
“Sorry, Kakashi, but you have to come out,” Sakumo called. “I know you’re there.”
And indeed, Kakashi jumped off one of the trees, looking grumpy. “I have to make it clear that I am not a hedgehog,” was all he managed in his red-eared embarrassment.
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@cool-thymus and I have more Sakumo and the kids art content (Hedgehog Special) 🦔
And if you're STILL here, feast your eyes on the wacky spin-off of the grimdark Kannabi report art (@poetrywise, you absolutely killed me with the description xD):
DJ Minato's psychedelic tunes 😁
*Obito's parents are referenced from the sole photo Obito had on his board both in the manga and anime.
*Obidad's earring is @quintilli0n's headcanon that I genuinely love with all my heart 😁
@teamminatoweek day 3: any au!! went for the scp au on this one, he is on observation duty 👍
in this au obito is a death row prisoner who is supposed to aid rin and kakashi in scp research, loses them along the way, and finds them again in observation duty which he returns to again and again and again just to see them
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Speedwriting a quick series of one-shots over the next few days, not beta-read, nor does it really go "in order," sorry for the confusion but go team minato ✊.
Summary: a very confused 23-year-old Minato travels forward through time and lands himself smack dab in the tragic aftermath of the destruction of Konoha by the Pein Invasion team.
After what felt like a nearly an infinity of unending stretches of diving headlong into one blindingly black whirlpool of cross-dimensional travel after another, it took Minato less than a second to get his bearings:
Earth.
The soft earth of the graveyard under his sandaled feet. Mid-day, probably late summer.
Devoid of people, but —
Screams met his ears. Smoke rising over every horizon, as he rose from where the whirlpool of time had landed him on the balls of his feet. Evacuation klaxons sounding in the distance. Thudding, pounding feet as he fled the graveyard and sprinted for the center of town.
Or what should have been the center.
This version of Konoha was wild chaos and frenzied panic, crumbling shopfronts and half-demolished residences, but even as Minato’s mind spiked with more anxiety and worry with each rounded bend and hurdle of rubble, the tension in his chest suddenly uncurled, had already released because:
Up ahead, he could discern the outline of several tall mud walls, the distinctive packed-earth mix of dotun and dirt, some of which had been demolished, pummeled and strewn this way and that. The few that remained intact, though, were all decorated with that trademark dog-shaped crest, which indicated a certain former student of his had been through here very recently —
BOOM.
An explosion ten feet away, on his right, and then a second one detonated four feet away from his face. Without pausing to think, Minato shunshinned to the top of the nearest mudwall on his left, scanning his surroundings frantically.
No sign. Do I have time to go into Sage mode, to find —
There was no need. Nor could he spare the chakra, most likely. He could feel a very strange split in his own chakra pool — somehow, he was simultaneously standing atop the mudwall, gazing out on the dust and debris, and also, a part of him was far away from here, but not too far away, staring deep into the face of his nearly-full grown son, offering a few words of comfort, explanation, and wisdom.
Naruto’s eyes, they’re just like mine — I wasn’t expecting that —
But at the same time that a part of his soul was over there, with Naruto and the Ninetails Fox, his body was still right here, poised to fight the nearest threat, scanning everywhere for any sign of lightning jutsu or silver hair —
…There.
No —
There would be neither time nor need to go into Sage Mode after all. Not for this. Minato had been scanning for silver hair from someone who stood at full height, but there, behind a broken pillar, sunk low in the earth was —
Minato's anxiety rose again, spiked through his chest, until all he could feel was —
Already dead.
He’s already —
Without being aware of having decided to move, Minato's legs carried him straight over to Kakashi, who was… who seemed to be…
…about as numb and cold as he himself was, by the time he got there.
Had clearly been dead for some time already.
No, this…
It couldn't be right.
(A cruel irony).
I came here to try to save —
Minato's hands were shaking. He bent down, knelt low. Knees impacting in the rubble of the broken street, using both hands to attempt to push the crushing prison of dirt, broken pavement, and debris away from his former student’s lifeless (and somehow adult) body.
Fingers trembling, almost afraid to touch him, Minato carefully cradled the lolling head, carding his fingers through the blood-stained silver-white hair. He'd seen corpses before, countless times, but he somehow still found himself praying that this one would open its eyes, its precious, mismatched eyes, crack a smile, offer a ghost of a joke —
It can’t be…
It — this can’t be my Kakashi, but —
Minato battled and then lost to the urge to grab the dead man by the shoulders, fingers clenching in too tight to the still-slightly-warm body. The edges of Kakashi's mask and uniform were crusty with drying blood. Dark mottled patches had started to appear on Kakashi's fair skin. So it must have been about thirty minutes or so, then, since —
Minato's fingers clenched again.
…Why.
Dammit, WHY. Why am I here, why did the scroll bring me HERE, NOW, just to have to see THIS —
Kakashi-kun, my little student —
Tears burning his eyes, with all the will in his body, Minato wrenched himself back from the precipice of grief, pressing his forehead against Kakashi’s, closing his hand around Kakashi's unmoving shoulder.
…Wherever you are, now, Kakashi — I don’t know why it happened like this, but I swear to you, I will not let this be the end of it. I will not lose you to the darkness. Not without finding out who is responsible, and stopping this.
Carefully Minato sank lower into his crouch, creating a stable base for the beginning of his senjutsu meditation. He became aware of whispers, voices, even shouts — ("Yondaime!" "It's the Fourth Hokage!" "That man looks exactly like —") but none of that mattered. The instant he entered Sage Mode, he stretched out his chakra, searching for unexplained elements, for likely perpetrators, for someone (or anyone) to blame, and sensed —
Obito.
Of all people.
Minato's eyes shot open and he reared back from Kakashi's limp form.
…
…OBITO?!
Perhaps one-hundred-and-fifty to two-hundred feet away. Close enough to be watching, but not close enough to be easily spotted.
Slowly, Minato revolved his head towards where his other former student's chakra signature was pulsing (flaring, even), his eyes lasering in on the black-and-red-cloaked, orange-masked form standing lightly atop one of the few still-unbroken walls of Konoha.
But…
Obito has been dead for — years.
And yet he was standing, just over there.
And Kakashi, Minato's only remaining living student, had apparently been alive for perhaps fifteen to twenty years since Minato had last seen him, but then died half an hour before Minato's arrival in the graveyard.
His heart panged and his head whirled in total, abject confusion.
