Fighting Dreamers
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Naruto AU/AR › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
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1,212
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5
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Chapter 6
Chapter 6
/………/ means thoughts
A wide smile crossed Naruto’s face as honey golden rays kissed it and danced in his sky blue orbs, afire with passion from the joy he felt inside. /I’m so happy that Kakashi-sensei cares about me like Iruka. When Kakashi does that, I know I’m loved and I’ll never be alone, never again/ thought Naruto.
/Naruto senes I care about him. Perhaps he’ll finally realize his dream of becoming the next Hokage. Maybe my caring has created a type of attachment. It’s been so long since I’ve felt connected to anyone, especially since Obito-kun’s death/ Kakashi contemplated, returning Naruto’s feelings, visible in his single exposed eye as contentment.
A soft gray colored his iris, almost hidden by long, black thick lashes that lined the upper lid, sliding down further the drowsier Kakashi grew. He yawned to stay awake, his mouth opened stretching the mask’s thin fabric, revealing the shape and fullness of his lips to Iruka. The chuunin gazed fixedly at them, a bright red flush mounting in his cheeks, accenting the irregular, horizontal scar across his nose when he noted Kakashi watching him.
The jounin chuckled inwardly, humored Iruka’s reaction. /I have gotten somewhat closer to Iruka, but a big gap still divides us. The problem lies in myself. As I told Hokage-sama, I’ve never really formed close attachments. It started in childhood when I stopped feeling my emotions/
Kakashi remembered the past. “I stopped feeling them the day my father died. His name was Hatake Sakumo, known as the White Fang of Konoha, a hero who died protecting the village. Konoha respected him on the same level as the Legendary Sannin. To me he was not only my father, but my hero as well.”
“One day Sakumo went on a top secret mission in enemy lands. He had to make a choice. The success of the mission or his comrades lives. Of course if he followed the village’s rules, he couldn’t go back on the mission. But he abandoned the mission to save the lives of the comrades he loved. Because he turned away enemy forces invaded Konoha and many died in a bloody massacre. Sakumo’s comrades and Konoha blamed him for the carnage. Even the very comrades he saved turned against and disgraced him.”
“In the traditional ninja culture to suffer disgrace is worse than death. Honor for the ninja was dearer than life. The ninja felt an honorable death was better than a life of disgrace and dishonor. A disgraced ninja could restore his honor, wiping away all past sins through the ritual suicide known as seppuku. In the world of the ninja, seppuku was a deed of bravery admirable in a samurai who faced defeat, disgrace, or loss on the battlefield. Seppuku, also known as hari-kiri was a part of Bushido, the Way of the Samuari. It was also part of Nindo, the Way of the Ninja that shinobi lived and died by.”
“Dishonored and disgraced my father decided to atone for his sins through seppuku. In a formal ceremony outside the family temple, spectators attended the event. Father was clad in a white kimono. Before the final event Father wrote his death poem. It read as follows,”
“My emotions drove me to save my kin. And so having not killed my emotions I failed in my duty as a shinobi. I pray my son Kakashi not make the same mistake.”
“Moments before Father’s death, he brandished a dagger by his stomach ready to slice it. Tears started to flow. He glared at me saying I was weak to feel my feelings. As he sliced into his abdomen, his head bowed over as if to say goodbye, and down came the assistant, the kaishakunin’s blade severing his head in a single swift blow. I wanted to cry but one of Father’s comrades jabbed me in the ribs and scolded, ‘Kill your feelings, Kakashi.’”
“Since that day my emotions died, along with the father I loved, I didn’t who I was. Cut off from my feelings I failed to form any real attachments. I always followed the rules and put the mission first, even at the cost of a fellow comrade’s life. Of course all that changed the day I met Obito.”
“Obito and I were in the same team as Rin with the Yondaime as our teacher. Even though Obito was an Uchiba, he saw himself as weak, emotional, and a looser like Iruka did in his youth. Everything I saw in Obito was the self that died the day I lost Father. And so Obito often angered me, forcing me to confront the part of me I denied.”
“Through my relationship with him I learned to feel my emotions bit by bit. Obito was there every step of the way healing me with his love. I discovered how to laugh, how to play, how to cry, above all how to be human again. I found my lost self through love, our love, Obito-kun and I.”
“In our closeness I gave my body, heart to him, and he shared the same initiating me in the pleasures of the flesh. As I tasted his manly essence taking it in, his soul became part of my body remaining with me forever beyond death itself. And a shard of my soul joined him through my life giving fluids in return. It was a physical and spiritual bond between men that transcended all understanding, best described as an experience.”
“In our bond, he taught me love as an art. His body danced in mine, beating to a rhythm that joined us as one. Gentle, soft and first like calm ocean waves. Then as winds of passion blew, pounding the ocean’s surface, the waves grew bigger. They crested and crashed in a tempo out of control. Higher and higher we rode in a state of ecstasy reaching the place humans might call Heaven. We touched God in each other we call out one another’s names. Kakashi! Obito!”
“As our cries rang out in Heaven down we plunged back to Earth only to find ourselves back in our bodies, sweating, panting, laughing from the dance that shook us. We rested idly finding bliss in the arms of one another as we nodded off to sleep, entering a world of dreams. Sometimes in our dreams we laughed and played or danced even more in creative ways that surprised me. Whatever we did, when I awoke Obito’s sweet smile greeted me, whispering I love you, Kakashi-kun.”
“Then one day on a mission together the love, the joy, it all ended. Enemy forces kidnapped Rin. Obito and I found her by the bottom of a cliff in rocky terrain. Right when we freed her, a rival ninja cornered us, our backs against the cliff. He cast an earth release ninjutsu causing the rocks in the cliff face above to dislodge and they tumbled down in a landslide. I fell in the rubble as a small piece smashed into my head. Obito dived at me pushing me out from the path of a falling boulder. In my place it landed on him crushing the right half of his body.”
“As it crushed his body, including the sinew, muscle, bone, fiber and organ, my soul felt crushed too. The lover I gave my heart, mind and soul to died in my arms as he said, ‘Don’t cry, Kakashi-kun.’ And with that said, another enemy jutsu caused another torrent of rocks to slide of my Obito burying him forever, stealing him from this world. There ended my childhood and once again, just like the time Father died, so did my emotions this time forever making me the adult I am today.”
/The part of me that once loved is dead. That’s why it won’t work out between us as much as I like you/ thought Kakashi to himself now back in the present.
“I’m sorry, Iruka-sensei, but perhaps it’d be best if you spent time with Naruto-kun alone,” Kakashi spoke up suddenly. He felt it was truly impossible to have a relationship with Iruka.
“Wait!” cried Iruka as Kakashi sprang away without another word.
TBC…
/………/ means thoughts
A wide smile crossed Naruto’s face as honey golden rays kissed it and danced in his sky blue orbs, afire with passion from the joy he felt inside. /I’m so happy that Kakashi-sensei cares about me like Iruka. When Kakashi does that, I know I’m loved and I’ll never be alone, never again/ thought Naruto.
/Naruto senes I care about him. Perhaps he’ll finally realize his dream of becoming the next Hokage. Maybe my caring has created a type of attachment. It’s been so long since I’ve felt connected to anyone, especially since Obito-kun’s death/ Kakashi contemplated, returning Naruto’s feelings, visible in his single exposed eye as contentment.
A soft gray colored his iris, almost hidden by long, black thick lashes that lined the upper lid, sliding down further the drowsier Kakashi grew. He yawned to stay awake, his mouth opened stretching the mask’s thin fabric, revealing the shape and fullness of his lips to Iruka. The chuunin gazed fixedly at them, a bright red flush mounting in his cheeks, accenting the irregular, horizontal scar across his nose when he noted Kakashi watching him.
The jounin chuckled inwardly, humored Iruka’s reaction. /I have gotten somewhat closer to Iruka, but a big gap still divides us. The problem lies in myself. As I told Hokage-sama, I’ve never really formed close attachments. It started in childhood when I stopped feeling my emotions/
Kakashi remembered the past. “I stopped feeling them the day my father died. His name was Hatake Sakumo, known as the White Fang of Konoha, a hero who died protecting the village. Konoha respected him on the same level as the Legendary Sannin. To me he was not only my father, but my hero as well.”
“One day Sakumo went on a top secret mission in enemy lands. He had to make a choice. The success of the mission or his comrades lives. Of course if he followed the village’s rules, he couldn’t go back on the mission. But he abandoned the mission to save the lives of the comrades he loved. Because he turned away enemy forces invaded Konoha and many died in a bloody massacre. Sakumo’s comrades and Konoha blamed him for the carnage. Even the very comrades he saved turned against and disgraced him.”
“In the traditional ninja culture to suffer disgrace is worse than death. Honor for the ninja was dearer than life. The ninja felt an honorable death was better than a life of disgrace and dishonor. A disgraced ninja could restore his honor, wiping away all past sins through the ritual suicide known as seppuku. In the world of the ninja, seppuku was a deed of bravery admirable in a samurai who faced defeat, disgrace, or loss on the battlefield. Seppuku, also known as hari-kiri was a part of Bushido, the Way of the Samuari. It was also part of Nindo, the Way of the Ninja that shinobi lived and died by.”
“Dishonored and disgraced my father decided to atone for his sins through seppuku. In a formal ceremony outside the family temple, spectators attended the event. Father was clad in a white kimono. Before the final event Father wrote his death poem. It read as follows,”
“My emotions drove me to save my kin. And so having not killed my emotions I failed in my duty as a shinobi. I pray my son Kakashi not make the same mistake.”
“Moments before Father’s death, he brandished a dagger by his stomach ready to slice it. Tears started to flow. He glared at me saying I was weak to feel my feelings. As he sliced into his abdomen, his head bowed over as if to say goodbye, and down came the assistant, the kaishakunin’s blade severing his head in a single swift blow. I wanted to cry but one of Father’s comrades jabbed me in the ribs and scolded, ‘Kill your feelings, Kakashi.’”
“Since that day my emotions died, along with the father I loved, I didn’t who I was. Cut off from my feelings I failed to form any real attachments. I always followed the rules and put the mission first, even at the cost of a fellow comrade’s life. Of course all that changed the day I met Obito.”
“Obito and I were in the same team as Rin with the Yondaime as our teacher. Even though Obito was an Uchiba, he saw himself as weak, emotional, and a looser like Iruka did in his youth. Everything I saw in Obito was the self that died the day I lost Father. And so Obito often angered me, forcing me to confront the part of me I denied.”
“Through my relationship with him I learned to feel my emotions bit by bit. Obito was there every step of the way healing me with his love. I discovered how to laugh, how to play, how to cry, above all how to be human again. I found my lost self through love, our love, Obito-kun and I.”
“In our closeness I gave my body, heart to him, and he shared the same initiating me in the pleasures of the flesh. As I tasted his manly essence taking it in, his soul became part of my body remaining with me forever beyond death itself. And a shard of my soul joined him through my life giving fluids in return. It was a physical and spiritual bond between men that transcended all understanding, best described as an experience.”
“In our bond, he taught me love as an art. His body danced in mine, beating to a rhythm that joined us as one. Gentle, soft and first like calm ocean waves. Then as winds of passion blew, pounding the ocean’s surface, the waves grew bigger. They crested and crashed in a tempo out of control. Higher and higher we rode in a state of ecstasy reaching the place humans might call Heaven. We touched God in each other we call out one another’s names. Kakashi! Obito!”
“As our cries rang out in Heaven down we plunged back to Earth only to find ourselves back in our bodies, sweating, panting, laughing from the dance that shook us. We rested idly finding bliss in the arms of one another as we nodded off to sleep, entering a world of dreams. Sometimes in our dreams we laughed and played or danced even more in creative ways that surprised me. Whatever we did, when I awoke Obito’s sweet smile greeted me, whispering I love you, Kakashi-kun.”
“Then one day on a mission together the love, the joy, it all ended. Enemy forces kidnapped Rin. Obito and I found her by the bottom of a cliff in rocky terrain. Right when we freed her, a rival ninja cornered us, our backs against the cliff. He cast an earth release ninjutsu causing the rocks in the cliff face above to dislodge and they tumbled down in a landslide. I fell in the rubble as a small piece smashed into my head. Obito dived at me pushing me out from the path of a falling boulder. In my place it landed on him crushing the right half of his body.”
“As it crushed his body, including the sinew, muscle, bone, fiber and organ, my soul felt crushed too. The lover I gave my heart, mind and soul to died in my arms as he said, ‘Don’t cry, Kakashi-kun.’ And with that said, another enemy jutsu caused another torrent of rocks to slide of my Obito burying him forever, stealing him from this world. There ended my childhood and once again, just like the time Father died, so did my emotions this time forever making me the adult I am today.”
/The part of me that once loved is dead. That’s why it won’t work out between us as much as I like you/ thought Kakashi to himself now back in the present.
“I’m sorry, Iruka-sensei, but perhaps it’d be best if you spent time with Naruto-kun alone,” Kakashi spoke up suddenly. He felt it was truly impossible to have a relationship with Iruka.
“Wait!” cried Iruka as Kakashi sprang away without another word.
TBC…