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The Emerald River Village wasn’t exactly on any tourist map. It was this tiny, out of the way spot so far from Konoha that most people probably thought it was just a myth. Cozy, quiet, and definitely not a place where ninjas show up...let alone injured ones.

So yeah, today was supposed to be my day off. I was chilling in my room with a cup of tea, nose deep in my book: Advanced Chakra Therapies: Regeneration and Recovery. Basically, the perfect recipe for a relaxing night.

Until...

Knock...knock...knock...

Echoed outside the door at 2 a.m.

“Really? At this hour?” I muttered, throwing on whatever was close and bolting out.

“Ayame! Move it!” The guard’s panicked shout sent a spike of adrenaline through me.

“What now?” I swung open the door and stopped dead.

Two ninjas? Here? That’s like spotting a unicorn in the middle of the wood.

One was younger, blond hair, bright orange jumpsuit, looking like he didn’t get the memo about subtlety. The other had white hair and a scar slicing through his eye.

I went to check the white haired one first. He looked like death warmed over, but just as I reached for him, his surprisingly firm hand grabbed my wrist.

“First my student,” He said, voice rough but steady, before collapsing.

His student wasn’t looking great either, but the white haired guy’s tone made it clear who was in charge.

“Alright, then,” I sighed, rolling up my sleeves.

I poured every ounce of chakra I had into patching them up. Hours later, they were stable enough to stop worrying.

Exhausted, I finally hit the floor.

I woke up the next day feeling confused. No idea how I ended up in my own bed, but here I was.

Glancing out the window, it looked like noon already. Apparently, I’d slept through the entire morning, seriously irresponsible of me.

I grumbled, annoyed, as I got up and threw on some comfy clothes: long pajamas and a black crop top. Casual and cozy. No work today anyway.

Then it hit me...last night, the ninjas… THE NINJAS!

I dashed out of my room, and the scene stopped me cold. The blond kid was happily slurping ramen while the white haired guy was in my kitchen, plating up two more bowls.

“Hey?” I said, puzzled.

“Ohhh, Kakashi-sensei! The doctor’s awake!” the blond chirped cheerfully. The other one turned around, eyeing me with a look of surprise that somehow cut through his mask, that same mask I wasn’t allowed to touch last night.

“Well, good to see you up,” the white haired guy said, sounding almost like he was smiling. “Sorry to impose, but you took great care of us yesterday, so I decided to make lunch for everyone. Of course, I’ll pay for the food, your help, and any trouble.”

I just nodded, standing there awkwardly.

“No payment needed. I’m starving,” I said. Honestly, these two didn’t seem hostile. No reason to be defensive, at least not yet. Besides, I’m not exactly helpless.

“In that case, you’re about to enjoy Kakashi-sensei’s cooking, this ramen’s legendary!”

That kid was way too energetic for someone who was injured yesterday.

“You feeling okay?” I asked, doctor duty.

“Yup, you’re an amazing doctor! My name’s Naruto, and I’m gonna be Hokage!!”

The what now? Oh no… not Konoha.

Looks like my glare didn’t sit well with either of them, because both went on full ninja defensive mode in, like, zero seconds.

“Are you an enemy of Konoha?” the white haired guy asked, all serious and sharp.

I rolled my eyes before I even answered. “Enemy of their current Hokage, yeah. Same thing, really.” Sighed loudly, because I wasn’t about to sugarcoat things. “Tell that old witch to answer my letters next time you see her.”

They stared at me like I’d grown a second head. Honestly, their expressions were priceless.

“I’m Tsunade’s daughter,” I dropped the bomb.

“What?!” The blond boy’s eyes widened as the other guy relaxed a bit.

“I had my suspicions,” White hair guy said casually, sliding a steaming bowl of ramen my way, “but wasn’t 100% sure.”

“Kakashi-sensei! You knew Tsunade had a daughter?!” Naruto nearly jumped out of his seat, eyes wide as saucers.

Well, great to know my mom’s favorite hobby is keeping me a secret. Real maternal.

“It’s more complicated than that, Naruto. Long story short: yes, it’s true.”

“So you know the long story?” I raised an eyebrow. Not many people knew my real origin story, so this was rare.

“But you don’t look anything like Tsunade!!” Naruto blurted.

“Oh, really?” I said with a sharp smile. “We share the exact same temper and power, so maybe dial down the screaming, yeah?”

Naruto blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Well… you do look alike,” he admitted.

I laughed, because honestly, the kid wasn’t wrong.

“So what exactly are two Konoha ninjas doing in my little nowhere village?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“We’re looking for Sasuke!!” Naruto practically shouted.

Right. Like I had the slightest clue who Sasuke was.

“Sorry, Naruto, I don’t know him. Sasuke hasn’t come anywhere near this village,” I answered kindly. His face showed a lot of stress about the topic, and I didn’t want to be rude, he seemed like a genuinely sweet kid.

“We got ambushed on the way. It was a tough fight,” Kakashi replied, and I turned to face him.

“I get it. Well, I’m just glad you ended up here. Your injuries were serious. I don’t even want to imagine what would’ve happened without timely medical care.”

“That’s why we’re really grateful to you. I guess...Ayame?”

So he did know my story… and my name.

“Yeah, it’s my duty as a doctor,” I said, a little more relaxed. Honestly, they were pleasant company.

“Doc, do you think I can swim in the river? It looks amazing and huge, and I’m getting really tempted,” Naruto asked, grinning.

I smiled back. “Okay, Naruto, but just for a little while. You’re still recovering. Neither of you can overdo it.”

“We’re leaving this afternoon, so don’t take too long,” Kakashi said, and Naruto just took off running.

“He’s a lot of energy for a patient,” I told Kakashi once we were alone.

“He’s a good kid,” Kakashi said quietly.

I nodded and got up to clear the dishes from the table.

“Hey, let me do that,” Kakashi said quickly, standing up.

“The lunch was delicious. I don’t mind washing up, really,” I replied.

Kakashi smiled and headed back to the sofa.

Ten minutes later, the dishes were clean and dry.

I sighed as I collapsed on the couch next to Kakashi.

“Ayame, why don’t you come to Konoha with us? Sorry to butt in, but a dangerous war is coming,” Kakashi said.

I honestly didn’t know what to say. The thought of going there didn’t sit right with me, plus, if I left, who would take care of this village?

“Sorry, Kakashi, but if I leave, who’s going to look after this place?” I gave him a smile, hoping he understood.

He just nodded before opening a book.

Not just any book, but one I knew all too well.

I felt heat rising in my cheeks as I tried not to overreact to the image in front of me.

Kakashi, completely unfazed, was sitting with one leg crossed over the other, one arm casually draped over the back of the couch while the other held a copy of Icha Icha.

My discomfort became obvious because I caught him sneaking a glance at me from the corner of his eye.

"Something wrong?" He asked, like it was no big deal.

"How can you be so calm reading that in public?" I blurted out, cheeks burning, pointing at the book like it was some kind of scandal.

"You know the series? " He asked, a spark of genuine curiosity lighting his eyes.

I rolled my eyes."They’re my uncle’s works, of course I know them." I tried to calm my flushed face back to normal.

"Oh. Right. I didn’t think about that. Still, it’s just reading." He said, scratching the back of his head flashing me a lazy smile. I looked away, annoyed.

"You’re right. That stuff’s just reading. It doesn’t happen in real life." My voice came out short and blunt, but that was my reality.

"What do you mean? " Kakashi tilted his head, studying me. A weird tightness settled in my chest.

I took a breath. "I mean… that stuff, how the main character feels and all that...it’s bullshit. Sex isn’t like that."

I said it straight, feeling a bit more confident now.

"Oh? Is that what you think? And just how much do you know about sex?" The grin on his face did quite match his words.

He’d really said that?

I shrugged. "Well, I know enough. I’m 25, not a kid." It was true. I’d had a boyfriend some time ago. We’d lasted two years, and he was the only man I’d ever been with.

"And in all those 25 years, never had an orgasm?" Kakashi leaned in, dangerously close, eyes locked on mine, curious as hell.

"You’re a very direct man, Kakashi." Was all I could say.

He smiled, his eyes narrowing beneath the mask. Mask or not, the guy was handsome as fuck. Human anatomy was part of my studies.

"Oh, sorry." He said. "Am I making you nervous?" There was definitely nothing innocent about the way he said it, or how he looked at me.

"And you?" I spat the words, frustrated. "Have you ever actually made a woman came?"

"Oh, absolutely, Ayame." He winked. "In my thirty years, of course I had." Then he casually leaned back and started reading again.

Seriously? So this whole conversation was… what, exactly?

I was getting more and more annoyed by him.

"Tsk…"

That slipped out before I could stop it, and Kakashi shot me a sideways glance, closing the book.

"Something wrong?"

How was I supposed to answer that? Yes, something was wrong. I was soaked, horny as hell thanks to this weird conversation and my own curiosity.

Maybe I was more obvious than I thought, because in a flash, Kakashi was on top of me.

"You know, Ayame." He said quietly."A girl as beautiful as you deserves all the orgasms she wants."

If I was turned on, this guy was worse.

“Do you think I’m beautiful?” I asked softly, more out of curiosity than flirtation. I wasn’t fishing for compliments. I just wanted to know what was going through his mind.

Kakashi looked at me with an expression I couldn’t read right away.

“Is that a joke?” He smiled. He was still leaning over me. “It’s obvious, Ayame.”

My heart skipped a beat. Maybe it was how calmly he said it, like it was the most natural truth in the world. Or maybe it was his tone, quiet, unwavering, like he didn’t need to convince me.

I wasn’t what people would call traditionally beautiful. My skin was pale, lacking that warm, sun kissed glow. My black hair was long, straight, impossible to style. And my eyes, those bright yellow eyes that always seemed to glow too much, never let me blend in.

But he looked at me like it all made sense.

“You know my story... and you’re still here,” I murmured. The doubt slipped out before I could catch it.

He was silent for a moment. Then...

“We’re defined by who we choose to be, don’t you think?”

His words hit me harder than I expected. Because deep down, I’d always feared being something I never chose. Orochimaru’s biological daughter, a thing no one in this village knew. A truth I buried so deep, it hurt to even think about.

But Kakashi... he knew. And still, he didn’t pull away.

“Maybe you’re right,” I said, smiling for the first time without feeling exposed.

I leaned in, brushing a small kiss over the fabric of his mask, just a quick, awkward gesture, but it was real.

He didn’t stop me. His gaze flicked down for a second, then back to mine.

His hand came to rest on my waist, fingers brushing lightly over the fabric of my pajama. I shivered.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low.

“I don’t know,” I admitted.

“Want me to stop?”

I shook my head.

Kakashi leaned in closer, his voice barely a breath now.

"If you want to feel good…” His hand slipped lower. “I can help you learn what that really means.”

His touch was gentle but assured, and he waited.

“I trust you,” I whispered.

He smiled again, soft and warm. “Then let me take care of you.”

Then, without a word, he leaned forward, slow, deliberate, and his hand moved to the waistband of my pajama pants.

I inhaled sharply, heat spreading across my skin like wildfire. Every nerve in my body was alert, painfully aware of how close he was.

His fingers brushed the fabric lightly, testing my reaction.

"You’re so sensitive…" He murmured, almost to himself. "And you mean to tell me you’ve never?"

I didn’t answer.

He slipped his hand beneath the fabric, fingers brushing against the most delicate part of me. I gasped.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

One finger, then two, slid inside me slowly. At the same time, I felt his lips press against my inner thigh. His breath was warm. The first flick of his tongue against me made my entire body jolt.

"You're already trembling," He said. "And we’ve barely started."

I bit my lip, trying to hold on to some shred of composure. But his fingers moved with agonizing precision, and his mouth… Gods, his mouth. Gentle at first. Then deeper. Hungrier.

"N-Never… never felt...ah!" The words broke apart as the rhythm of his hands and tongue pushed me past the point of return.

It was overwhelming, nothing like the pale shadows I’d experienced alone. This was deeper, messier, real. My legs tightened instinctively around him as my body arched, surrendering completely to the flood of sensation.

I came undone in his hands, screaming his name.

He quickly pulled his mask back up, and honestly, if I hadn’t been so focused on everything else, maybe I would have stolen a glance at his face. But right now? That wasn’t something I cared about.

Kakashi leaned closer again, a small, satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

“Not so fictional, huh?”

I could only smile back.

“You’re right… but what about you? Doesn’t…?”

I hesitated, my cheeks warming as I trailed off. The obvious answer was pressing against me, reminding me of just how sensitive I’d become.

“Thanks for worrying, Ayame, but I’m not about to die at Tsunade’s hands.”

Oh…

“Doesn’t make much sense to me. Besides, my mother doesn’t have to know.”

He straightened up, adjusting his clothes, and I smoothed my pajamas, sitting back on the couch with a little frustration.

“Your mother knows everything. I remember her talking with some friends about her daughter, me included. She was very clear about the damage she’d cause to anyone from Konoha who got involved with you.”

I stood up, annoyed, and left the room. I didn’t want to keep arguing.

“Come on, stop making excuses. The daughter of Orochimaru. I get it, no one wants to be tied to a criminal’s daughter.”

"Wait!” Kakashi caught up to me just before I reached my room.

“That’s not true, Ayame. I let myself get carried away back there. From the moment I saw you, I thought you were a really beautiful girl. But what I said about Tsunade? It’s true. And so is what I said about none of that defining who you are.”

I looked away, still annoyed.

"Besides,” He added quietly, “You deserve someone better than me. I know that, and I barely even know you.”

Kakashi’s words held a strange kind of pain, something carefully hidden beneath the surface. It felt unusual.

“What do you mean? Don’t say that. You’re a handsome ninja, a great teacher, strong… and you cook amazingly. And that’s just from the few hours I’ve known you. I’m sure there’s much more.”

I never shy away from speaking my mind, or giving credit where it’s due.

“And… very good at other things too,” I added, my cheeks flushing.

Kakashi stayed quiet, just watching me. He didn’t respond.

I let out a quiet sigh, the weight of waiting settling in.

“I won’t push you,” I said softly, almost giving up.

"I appreciate that,” He answered quietly. “I’ll go find Naruto, we need to head back to Konoha.”

I nodded as he left, the silence between us lingering.

A little while later, they both said their goodbyes, genuinely grateful for everything. After thanking me several times, mostly Naruto, I walked them to the entrance.

“I hope you come to Konoha, Ayame!” Naruto called out as he started walking away.

"I don’t know, Naruto. Maybe someday,” I said, smiling softly.

“It wouldn’t be so bad having you there. Take care, Ayame. It was a real pleasure meeting you.” Kakashi said, lifting his hand in a casual salute with a half smile.

“Honestly, the pleasure was mine,” I replied, giving him a teasing wink. He chuckled quietly as he walked off with Naruto.

Weeks went by, but their visit stuck with me. Both turned out to be surprisingly kind. And Kakashi… well, who knows? Maybe one day I’ll see him again and finally erase that stubborn idea from his head. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll get to fuck him.

Gods, what the hell am I thinking, Ayame…

“Ayame! There’s a letter for you!” The messenger’s voice snapped me back as he stood outside my door. I smiled, hopeful.

Maybe Naruto really had convinced my mother to reply to my letters.

But my smile crumbled the moment I opened it.

The sender was indeed my mother.

What shocked me was the message itself:

I need you in Konoha. The war is starting. This is not a request. It’s an order.

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My chest tightened, breath caught.

There was no running from this. No hiding.

Well...fuck.

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The journey had been long.The farewell was a tangled mess of emotions...bittersweet in a way that clawed at my chest. I was leaving behind my village, my people, my friends. Still, no wave of nostalgia could drown out Tsunade’s orders. So here I stood, finally, at the gates of Konoha.

Two guards stood rigid like sentinels, their stern presence making the place feel less like a village and more like an impenetrable fortress. One of them gave a slight nod and greeted me with a polite “Good day, miss.”

I blinked, caught off guard by the formality. What was the proper protocol here? Should I announce myself as Tsunade’s daughter, or was that too forward?

“Good day. I’m here to see the Hokage,” I said, my voice steady despite the flutter of nerves. Not the smoothest introduction, maybe...especially since my mother probably hadn’t mentioned me to anyone in this place. I wasn’t exactly one for making an impression.

The other guard, less concerned with pleasantries, gave me a sharp, skeptical look.

"Does the Hokage expect you?” he asked.

Ah. The letter. The handwritten note sealed with my mother’s unmistakable signature...my only ticket in.

I pulled the letter from my bag. The grumpy guard took it with a raised eyebrow, scrutinizing the script carefully. Meanwhile, the friendlier one gave me a quiet, encouraging smile...like a silent, You got this!

After what felt like an eternity, the rough guard finally nodded and waved me through.

Before I could gather my thoughts or say a word more, the friendly guard’s voice rang out, warm and bright:

“Welcome to Konoha!”

I stepped inside. The first thing to steal my attention? That colossal mountain looming over the village, stone carved with the faces of the Hokages. Honestly, it was a little narcissistic...like the village’s version of a celebrity wall of fame.

The streets beneath my feet were unexpectedly clean, surprising for a place with ninjas who probably tore through here causing chaos nonstop. But I supposed Tsunade’s guards were drilled to perfection, keeping the inevitable mess at bay with ruthless efficiency.

Ahead, the Hokage’s building soared above everything else, a proud beacon that ensured no one ever lost sight of where the boss held court. I could almost picture Tsunade inside, scolding some hapless fool or patching up another idiot who’d managed to land themselves in trouble yet again.

I have to admit, I kind of admired how she kept this whole place spinning, even if sometimes I wondered if she ever got tired of being everyone’s mother. Everyone’s... except mine.

That old hag who doesn’t even write to me...

Determined not to stop, I headed straight for the building, showing my card at every checkpoint as if it were a VIP pass. No one dared ask for more. After a few brief instructions, I found myself in front of the heavy door of her office.

Muffled voices drifted out...she sounded busy, no doubt.

I knocked softly, unwilling to break the mood if it was important.

"Come in" her voice called out, firm but unmistakably hers. Hearing it...so clear, so familiar...caught me off guard. Maybe I did miss her, after all.

Pushing the door open, I stepped inside and scanned the room. Several people were gathered, each wrapped up in their own world.

My eyes landed first on a woman with long black hair and fierce, piercing red eyes, impossible to miss. Nearby, a muscular man, black eyebrows so bold they looked like giant wings framing his face. Another bulky figure was puffing on a cigarette, a second man wore a strange mask on his face, and standing just behind Tsunade… Kakashi.

I gave everyone a quick nodd before stepping forward and bowing slightly.

"Tsunade…” I said softly. The room fell silent; no one else spoke.

"Ayame, come stand behind me,” Tsunade commanded, her voice steady and authoritative. I slid beside Kakashi and offered him a small nod. He returned it with a simple, unreadable glance.

“Everyone, listen up,” Tsunade announced, drawing all eyes to me. “This is Ayame. She’s the best medical ninja I know after me. She’s my daughter, and I trained her myself. She’ll be invaluable for what’s coming.”

“Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you all,” I said, doing my best to sound warm and approachable. First impressions mattered.

The man with the massive eyebrows was the first to break the silence.

"A pleasure, Ayame. Another lady wielding the power of youth in her hands!” he said with a proud grin.

Wait… what?

Before I could react, Tsunade took the lead and began introducing everyone.

“This is Guy, Kurenai, Asuma, Yamato, and Kakashi. They’re in charge of the younger ninjas, our future hopes.”

Like Naruto, I thought quietly.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all,” I repeated, smiling genuinely. The room responded warmly, except for Kakashi, who stayed silent and looked bored.

“Alright, now I need everyone to leave me alone with Ayame,” Tsunade said firmly. One by one, the others left, until only the two of us remained.

“Ayame, sit down,” Tsunade ordered, and I sank into one of the chairs facing her.

“How are you?” she asked, voice low but carrying that unmistakable edge of concern.

"I’m fine, mother. How about you?” I answered, but her heavy sigh spoke louder than words as she rubbed her temples.

“Not great,” She admitted, voice tinged with something raw...fear, maybe, or exhaustion. “Dark times are coming, and I have to keep everything from falling apart.”

Her confession landed between us like a fragile truth, honest, desperate.

"You chose this job. That’s the price you pay,” I replied, keeping my tone measured, but inside, frustration raised.

She lifted her gaze, locking eyes with me.

"I know. And I’ll do it. But I needed you here, by my side, for this.”

My breath hitched, and I let out a reluctant sigh. "Well, here I am.”

“Thank you for coming,” She said quietly, softer than before.

“Did I really have a choice, mother?” The words came out sharper than I meant them to.

She didn’t answer.

Silence stretched between us like a fragile thread, until she stood and walked around to my side. Her hand rose, gentle and sure, lifting my chin.

“You’re so grown up. So beautiful,” She murmured, voice thick with something I couldn’t quite name.

I definitely had to admit it...I missed her, more than I cared to say.

“Daughter, go talk to my secretary. She’ll give you a Konoha headband. Take some money, too. Pick out the clothes you want to wear, you’re officially a ninja of Konoha now.”

A new life, then. I didn’t feel like talking anymore, so I simply nodded and hurried out of the room, the weight of everything settling heavily on my shoulders.

After wandering around the village a few times and trying on several outfits, I finally started to feel a little more at ease. Now, I looked like I’d belonged in Konoha my whole life.

I chose a fitted, sleeveless black turtleneck blouse that hugged my body. My mother may not have been biological, but our bodies were very similar. My black pants were tight and ended halfway down my thighs, blending comfort and mobility. To tie the look together, I wrapped my Konoha headband around my waist; it was black with golden details that perfectly matched the color of my eyes. To complete the outfit, I slipped on simple sandals, classic ninja style that suited me perfectly.

I caught my reflection and smiled. Not bad at all.

After all that, hunger crept up, and I decided to take a walk until I found a spot that looked inviting.

Ichiraku Ramen, a tiny little place. I stepped inside and ordered a bowl of ramen.

“Doc!!” A loud, energetic voice rang out behind me.

I turned around and there he was, Naruto, as lively and bright as ever.

“Naruto!!” Seeing him made my day. The past few hours, surrounded by mostly strangers, had left me feeling like a total outcast. A familiar face was exactly what I needed.

“Doc!! Come on, I want you to meet my friends!”

With him were two others, one with a spiky ponytail, the other pale enough to rival my own skin.

"Ayame, this is Shikamaru and Sai! Guys, she’s Tsunade’s daughter, and even if they don’t look alike, they’re equally terrifying!” Naruto grinned, and I smiled back.

“Haha, it’s a pleasure to meet you both,” I said, and they nodded in return.

“Nice to meet you,” Sai said with a smile that felt... just a little too practiced.

“So, Naruto, how’ve you been? Everything good?” I turned back to the blond haired whirlwind.

“All good, Doc! So happy you finally decided to come to Konoha! What do you think?”

Oh, Naruto. I didn’t exactly decide to come here.

“It’s a very nice place,” I said politely. He didn’t deserve my frustration.

Soon after, our ramen arrived. The four of us ate quietly. When I finished, I decided it was time to go, not wanting to intrude on their guy time any longer.

“I’m going to see Tsunade now. It was great seeing you, Naruto, and a pleasure meeting your friends. See you around, okay?”

I ruffled his messy hair as he smiled, and then I headed out into the village, feeling just a little less alone.

Just as I was stepping out of Ichiraku, a voice made me stop and turn around.

"Thanks for treating the kid well. Not everyone does.”

I blinked, surprised, and then spotted Kakashi standing there, his ever present mask hiding most of his face.

“Were you watching me, Kakashi?” I asked, my tone teasing more than annoyed.

He took a step closer, closing the distance between us.

“Did you know Naruto has the Kyubi inside him?” His voice was low, serious.

“Since I met him,” I replied calmly. “One of the few letters Tsunade sent me mentioned it. Why? Does it matter?”

Kakashi’s single visible eye narrowed thoughtfully.

“A lot of people fear him. See him as a monster, especially when he was a kid.”

“Idiots" I muttered. “More monstrous than the Kyubi itself, treating a child like that for a fate he never chose.”

Maybe I was taking it a bit personally.

Kakashi’s eye crinkled slightly, the closest thing to a smile I’d seen from him since I arrived.

"Glad you think that way, Ayame.”

“By the way, good to see you,” I said, my voice dripping again with playful teasing.

He scratched the back of his head, flashing me a lazy, almost mischievous smile that made my pulse quicken.

“You know, I have to get to what’s going to be my new home, my own apartment. But Konoha’s pretty big. Think you could show me the way?” Maybe I was a little too direct.

“I don’t know, Ayame. Not a good idea.”

“Oh really? And why not?” My eyes sparkled with challenge, my tone inviting trouble.

His visible eye darkened, voice dropping to a low, husky whisper. “Not a good idea when you look at me like that. Also, that outfit looks way too good on you.”

I took a step closer, closing the space between us, letting my voice soften into a tempting warning. "Careful, Kakashi. Talk to me like that and you’re gonna stir up things you won’t be able to handle later.”

He didn’t back away an inch.

"In that case, I better get going, Doc!” With a slow wink, he vanished right in front of me, leaving a faint trace of mischief hanging in the air.

Tsk... this guy.

I let out a soft sigh, then turned and kept walking toward what was now going to be my new home.

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The new apartment was small. Cozy was a generous word, but hey, Tsunade knew me well enough to understand that I don't like luxurious things. One bedroom, one bathroom, a tiny kitchen, and the living room. Plus, a bonus: a small balcony. The apartment was on the second floor.

Still, I felt like I was living inside a catalog, boring, colorless. It definitely wasn't "home."

Thank goodness mom had given me enough money to buy a few things that would make this place less sad.

And besides, shopping gave me a way to distract myself from obsessing over the war, the endless changes, or Kakashi.

I grabbed the money and started browsing every store I could find.

After loading up on everything I could, I saw a guy with some beautiful fabrics. Curtains? Sheets? Either way, it was exactly what my house was missing.

But just as I got closer, I ran into her, the black haired woman with glowing red eyes who was in Tsunade's office.

Damn it. I totally blanked on her name.

"Hi, Ayame!"

Shit! And she was coming right up to me. I was starting to get really nervous.

"Hi!" I exclaimed, trying to hide my complete lack of politeness.

"Kurenai," She said, flashing a very friendly smile.

"Sorry," I mumbled, feeling like the worst newcomer.

"Oh, don't worry, honey. It's totally understandable; so many new faces can be unnerving."

This woman? A walking, talking angel.

"Thank you for being so indulgent with me." Suddenly, the awkward air vanished.

“Oh, looks like you’ve picked up quite a few things, getting your place ready to feel like home?” She asked, her eyes genuinely curious. Honestly, I was craving someone like her, a friendly person in this sea of strangers.

"Yeah, that's the plan. Are you in?" I asked, a small spark of excitement building in my chest. She seemed like a nice girl.

Her eyes lit up. “Absolutely, Ayame. You’re surprisingly friendly for a newcomer.”

Her expression was so genuinely surprised it made me smirk.

"Haha, I know, right? Did you think I was some kind of loner or something?" I shot back, the corner of my mouth twitching with amusement.

“No, it’s not that... it’s just...” Her words came out shaky, she seemed embarrassed. Also, she looked at me uncomfortably.

Oh... A shadow of suspicion flickered across my thoughts, sinking my mood. Could she know about Orochimaru?

Before I could spiral, Kurenai’s voice softened. "Hey, it's okay, Ayame. I'm so glad to see you're so cheerful. I'd love to help you." Her smile was genuine and bright. I couldn’t help but feel my spirits lift in an instant.

I nodded, feeling lighter, and together we approached the fabric stall.

"Now that's a curtain! What a hit!" I told the man with a smile, handing him the money for the item and also for an irresistible tablecloth that caught my eye.

"Kurenai, with this, my house will finally feel like my own."

She laughed softly. "So let's get to work! I'm free, so I'll help you set everything up."

I nodded excitedly, and with all the things, we headed to my house.

As we walked, two girls spotted Kurenai and waved enthusiastically, their voices carrying across the street.

“Kurenai-sensei! So good to see you! Oh... and who’s this?” The taller blonde stepped forward, invading my personal space like she owned it.

“Hey, blondie, a little less close, please. This is my personal bubble,” I shot back, a little sharper than intended, but seriously, some people have zero respect for boundaries.

“Oh! Sorry, haha. I’m Ino, and this is Sakura,” She said, flashing a grin that was more curiosity than apology.

“Nice to meet you both. I’m Ayame, medic, new to Konoha.”

Before I could add more, Kurenai chimed in with a little extra info. “She’s Tsunade’s daughter.”

There was a dramatic gasp: both girls' eyes widened as if a bomb had been dropped.

“What?!” they said in perfect unison. “Tsunade has a daughter?! But you two don’t look anything alike! Since when?!"

The rapid fire questions hit me like a sudden storm, and I felt the weight of all those stares.

“Girls, girls, don’t overwhelm her,” Kurenai said gently, trying to ease the rush.

Thanks, Kurenai. Seriously. You gave them the exclusive, and now you're the referee.

Ino gave a confident smirk. “Well, we definitely need more strong and beautiful ninjas like me around here.”

Behind her, Sakura rolled her eyes so hard I almost heard them click.

“Like all of us, honey,” I shot back, the sarcasm dripping from my voice. “Use your pronouns right, don’t they teach that in school these days?”

I braced for backlash, but instead, Kurenai and Sakura burst out laughing. Even Ino smiled, not offended but clearly entertained. She looked like the kind of girl who said exactly what she thought, and no one dared to call her out.

“That’s a really pretty curtain,” Sakura said softly, her voice almost hesitant as she held up the fabric.

“Thanks, Sakura,” I replied, trying to sound casual. “Kurenai and I are planning to decorate my new place, these are for that.”

“Can we come?” Ino’s eyes sparkled with eager excitement.

“Of course! The more, the merrier.” Well, it looked like I was in for an unexpected girls’ afternoon.

“So, Ayame, where are you from?” Ino asked, tilting her head with genuine curiosity.

Oh, so it was going to be a long, drawn out interview all the way back. Just what I needed.

After what felt like miles of walking, we finally reached my apartment. The moment we stepped inside, the air shifted, no longer empty, but buzzing with energy as we started moving furniture, wiping dust off shelves, and arranging things just right.

They were good company. Ino was the chatterbox, filling the room with lively stories. I discovered that Asuma is Kurenai's partner, and that Sasuke Naruto was talking about: the crush of both the blonde and the pink-haired girl. Although from what the girls said, that boy seemed more interested in Naruto.

Suddenly, Sakura’s voice broke through, a little shaky. “Ayame, why do you have these books?” She held up a couple of volumes of Icha Icha.

I walked over and carefully took them from her hands, placing them on the small table by the balcony.

“Haha, my uncle wrote those,” I said with a shrug, brushing off the question like it was nothing.

“But they’re...” Poor Sakura couldn’t even finish her sentence.

“Sakura, I’m an adult. I can have whatever books I want,” I said, deadpan, the corner of my mouth twitching with amused defiance.

“But they’re exactly like my sensei’s!” She insisted, wide eyed.

Oh… she meant...

“Your teacher is Kakashi?” Maybe that was a question I should’ve kept to myself.

“Yeah. How’d you know I meant him?” She blinked, surprised.

“Haha...funny coincidence. I saw him earlier, and he was carrying one of those books in public.” I shrugged again, a mischievous smile appearing. I'm safe. Not bad, huh?

"Oh, yeah, he always does that" Ino said, lazily waving her hand as she closed some kitchen drawers. “He should just find himself a girlfriend already.”

“Ino!” Kurenai’s voice snapped, a little sharp, a mild scolding cutting through the air.

“I’m just saying, sensei, he’s super lonely. I’ve never seen him with any woman, and neither has Sakura, and he’s been her teacher forever,” Ino added with a shrug, and Sakura nodded in agreement.

"Well, maybe he just hasn't found the right person," I said, forcing a casual tone to avoid any suspicion. Also, I wanted to throw something in his favor.

Kurenai’s expression darkened slightly, her eyes clouded with something like worry. “It’s more complicated than that, Ayame. Let’s change the subject.”

That reminded me of Kakashi's words that day: find someone worthwhile.

“I believe… I believe everyone ends up finding happiness,” I said softly, surprising even myself. “We all deserve to be happy, your teacher included, Sakura.”

The words slipped out before I could stop them. Kurenai looked at me, her surprise melting into a warm, grateful smile. “Thank you, Ayame. I hope you’re right” She whispered.

The others shifted the conversation, but I couldn’t shake the weight of what I’d said. Despite the obvious pull Kakashi had on me, I meant it from the bottom of my heart: everyone deserves happiness. And Kakashi? He doesn’t seem like a bad man. Maybe I’d like to know him better.

After hours of moving furniture, dusting shelves, and organizing, the apartment finally felt alive, like a real home.

“Girls, thank you! This looks incredible. I really appreciate all your help,” I said, my voice bright and full of genuine gratitude.

“No problem, Ayame. It was a really fun afternoon,” Kurenai said with a soft, genuine smile, her tone gentle but decisive. “Now come on, girls, your parents must be worried by now.”

Sakura and Ino waved goodbye, their footsteps light as they hurried toward the staircase. They went first, chatting quietly, leaving Kurenai and me alone. She hesitated for a moment, lingering behind the others like she had something else to say.

“Ayame, before I go, there’s something I want to tell you, just between us, away from the girls." She said quietly, her voice dropping to a softer, more serious tone. “There’s a bar where all the teachers gather. Your mother goes there too. Tomorrow night, we’re having a little reunion, something we haven’t done in a while. It would make me really happy if you came.”

The invitation caught me off guard, but a small thrill bubbled up inside me, an unexpected chance to step out, to belong.

“Of course. I’ll be there,” I said, trying to sound casual but feeling a flutter of excitement. Kurenai’s face brightened, relief and happiness shining in her eyes.

She gave me a warm smile, then turned to leave.

As I closed the door behind her, I paused for a moment. I took a slow, deep breath, letting the quiet stillness of the apartment wash over me. The soft evening light filtered through the windows, casting gentle shadows on the walls.

I glanced around the room, now filled with the little touches that made this place mine, and a satisfied smile spread across my face.

Exhausted but content, I headed to my bedroom, ready to fall into a deep sleep after a long, eventful day.

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I opened my eyes to a new day. Another chapter in this charming novel that is my new ninja life.

My room, at least, wasn’t bad at all. After a whole day decorating, it had turned out pretty nice. It felt alive. Almost like my old home.

Almost.

Today, I didn’t wake up feeling quite right. That little monster called nostalgia decided it was a good day to sneak in. I missed my friends. My people. I’d spent my whole life in that village, and sure, I always dreamed of seeing the world and going on adventures, but honestly... Konoha was never part of my plan.

And yet, here I am.

I sighed and dragged myself to the bathroom. Stretching like a lazy cat, trying to shake off the stubborn fog of laziness clinging to my skin. A hot shower later, dressed in my new, and cute uniform, I hung my old medallion around my neck.

Ah, the medallion. The only thing I have left from my real father. The one I try to keep as the continent’s best kept secret.

Yes, that father.

I’ve done everything I can to bury that destiny under layers of silence and sarcasm. But for some reason, I’ve never been able to throw away this piece of sentimental junk. There’s something in it. Something invisible. Sad. A trauma shaped like jewelry.

The only clear thing is that I can’t get rid of it.

It’s a beautiful piece, in its own way. Tarnished silver, carved like a snake coiling into a perfect spiral. The scales are so finely detailed that sometimes I’m surprised it doesn’t move.

And on the back… that phrase. That damn phrase that haunts me:

“The only thing I have truly created.”

The only thing Orochimaru ever truly created... was me.

I still remember those early years with him. Tsunade’s been in my life since I was barely a kid, and although I adore her, she wasn’t the first. Before her, there was him.

And he knew exactly how I had been created. He loved telling the story, as if it were his favorite bedtime tale.

Nowadays, very few people know the truth. Tsunade. Jiraiya. A handful with access to sealed files. And Kakashi… apparently. Because, of course, why not add my sexy, mysterious new crush to the club of those who know the twisted origin story of my life?

Orochimaru was always obsessed with three things: immortality, absolute power, and his own brilliance. He pushed his genetic experiments far beyond anything any sane ninja would dare imagine.

Among his most secret projects was me. His “perfect daughter.”

His plan was brilliant… in theory. To create a human being with his own DNA, the ideal successor. A creature that inherited his intellect, skills, ambition, and, hopefully, surpassed him. Yeah...what better gift than an improved version of yourself, younger and no creepy tongue?

Using forbidden technology and ninjutsu that would make even kages sweat, he mixed his DNA with that of another person. The resulting embryo was born and carried to term in a controlled environment.

I wasn't born from a traditional relationship. There was no romance, no passion, no soft music playing in the background. I was created.

Manufactured. An artificial offspring, as he proudly called me, though that pride always gave me the creeps.

Basically, I'm the child of a scientific whim.

And yet, here I am. In Konoha. Wearing the uniform, eating a decent breakfast, trying to call this life my own.

From the moment he created me, he knew my life would be marked by darkness, danger, and pursuit. His name was synonymous with threat, for the village, for others… and for me.

Sometimes he told me this himself. In that calm voice that sounded more like a warning than comfort. I don’t know if he said it to scare me… or because, in some twisted way, he cared.

I never understood why he did it. Why, of all the choices he could have made, he entrusted my upbringing to her.

Tsunade.

According to him, the strongest and most respected woman he knew. A worthy rival, he said, with a heart both firm and compassionate, and the unmatched ability to protect.

He trusted that she, even as an enemy, would have the honor, and the patience, to raise his daughter with discipline… and maybe a little affection. 

That she would turn me away from the path of destruction he had so devotedly embraced.

That was his grand farewell speech.

The last thing he said before handing me the medallion, turning and disappearing. No tears, no "take care." Just his silhouette walking away.

Years later, when I began to learn about the things he'd done, I couldn't help but feel disgust. Rejection. Rage.

And also terror.

Because I was his daughter. Truly his.

Was I destined to end up like him? Cynical, cold, manipulative? With that same blank stare?

Kakashi says we are who we choose to be.

Is it true...?

Well. No point dwelling on that now. Not when there are more pressing things than my typical existential crisis.

Today was an important day.

This morning, I had to meet with Tsunade, apparently, my first official ninja orders were coming today. And tonight… my first hangout in Konoha.

The word alone made me smile. Kurenai’s invitation was a blessing straight to my nervous system. My body needed a night of relaxation, socializing, sake, and, if the universe allowed it, some dancing.

Feeling lighter, I left home heading to the Hokage Tower. What I didn’t expect was the welcome.

Apparently, Tsunade had decided to announce to the staff in the building that I was her daughter. Just like that, no warning. Because, of course, that wouldn’t cause any awkwardness or anything.

The moment I stepped through the entrance, people started looking at me with those huge eyes full of forced respect.

A guy even bowed to me.

"Hey, you don’t have to bow." I said with a friendly smile.

Please. I’m not a princess or the reincarnation of Hashirama. This was getting awkward fast.

I made my way up to the main office, trying not to look as nervous as I felt. When I entered, I saw Tsunade wasn’t alone. There was a ninja beside her, someone I didn’t know.And, to be honest, he didn't look bad at all.

"Go ahead, Ayame. Sit down." Tsunade said without looking up from her papers. "I’ve got a small mission for you today."

I nodded and sat across from her, watching her flip through a stack of documents as if she were looking for a needle in an administrative haystack.

The ninja behind Tsunade smiled at me as a greeting. Okay, I have to admit: he was handsome. The kind of handsome you try not to stare at too much so you don’t give away any clues. Brown hair, tall, a strong jawline, and... was he chewing on a stick? Or was it a needle? Very casual.

"Ayame, this is Shiranui Genma." Tsunade pulled me out of my thoughts. He’ll be accompanying you on this mission. I don’t want to send you alone yet. He’s a great ninja.

I nodded with a polite smile.

"Nice to meet you, Ayame." His greeting was warm, relaxed, and attentive.

Very different from the welcome Kakashi gave me yesterday. And yes, I did compare him. Because when it comes to handsome ninjas, don't ask me not to notice.

"Ayame, can you hear me?" Tsunade's voice rose enough for me to notice her annoyed tone. "Maybe I should change the mission... or the partner?"

Oh no. Not my mother throwing out passive aggressive comments to get me to take the hint.

"Don’t worry, Tsunade, you don’t have to change anything." I replied with a smile... quite fake, to be honest.

She sighed resignedly but finally found the paper she was looking for among her mountain of documents.

"We received reports of a small group of merchants lost in the Misty Forest. It’s a forest known for its thick fog and difficult terrain." She continued. "There’s concern some may be injured or trapped by wild animals."

I nodded, this time making an effort to look like the responsible daughter who clearly hadn’t been daydreaming about handsome ninjas two minutes ago.

"Objective: locate and rescue the merchants. Provide medical attention if needed. Escort them back safely."

"Understood, boss." I answered enthusiastically. Maybe this whole ninja thing wasn't so bad.

"The mission must be done in the morning. The fog gets thicker in the afternoon. Ayame, as a ninja medic, you should be ready to treat minor to moderate injuries.

"Anything else I should know?" I asked, trying to sound formal.

"No. That’s all. You may go."

I stood up, ready to start the day, and left the office. Genma followed closely behind me.

As we passed through the city gates, making sure to greet the friendly guard and the grumpy one, we began our walk toward the Misty Forest.

So far, Genma hadn’t said much, and honestly, I didn’t mind the silence.

But apparently, he decided it was time to break it.

“I know Tsunade introduced us, but it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Ayame,” He said with a smile, stopping beside me and blocking my path, extending his hand for a greeting.

“Likewise,” I replied, smiling politely and reaching out, expecting a classic handshake.

But instead, he kissed my knuckles while looking me straight in the eyes. Maybe I blushed a little.

“You really are as kind as Kurenai said. Princess.”

Princess? Seriously?

“Oh, don’t call me that. I’m no royalty or anything, please,” I said, nervously waving my hands in front of him, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

He let out a loud laugh, clearly amused by my discomfort.

“Haha... you’re adorable, Ayame! This mission, just because I get to be with you, is already a lot of fun.”

Genma had a way with words... and definitely with women.

“You’re a very charming guy, Genma,” I said with a smile as we resumed walking.

“Thanks, Princess,” He replied teasingly, making it clear the nickname was sticking.

I sighed and we kept going, finally reaching the forest.

The fog started to thicken, now I understood why they called it Misty. The problem was, it made visibility really difficult.

“Better not stray too far,” Genma warned, and I nodded. The place honestly felt dangerous.

Luckily, we found a trail we could follow.

We finally came across a girl leaning against a tree, her leg badly injured.

“Hi, I’m Ayame, and this is Genma. Can you tell me your name?” I asked as I knelt down to examine her and start treating the wound.

"Thank you,” She replied, pure relief washing over her face as she watched the injury slowly heal. “My name is Mina. I’m one of the merchants. The rest... I don’t know where they are. We were attacked by a pack of wild wolves,” She explained, her voice growing anxious.

“It’s okay, everything’s going to be fine,” I tried to calm her, and she nodded, a little embarrassed.

"Yeah, sorry,” She murmured.

I finished treating her and stood up, offering my hand to help her to her feet.

"You don’t have to apologize for anything. Come on, let’s find the others and get out of here,” I said with the most optimistic smile I could muster.

She took my hand and stood up.

"Ayame...” Genma’s voice made me turn. He looked worried.

“I’ve detected several wild animal signals. We need to move carefully. Let’s follow the trail and find the group,” Genma ordered, and I nodded.

“Let’s go, Mina. Let’s find the rest,” I told the girl, and the two of us followed Genma.

After several steps, there they were, the wolves, ready to attack the group of merchants.

Their faces showed pure terror.

“Help!” One shouted desperately, eyes begging us.

"Princess, do you know how to fight?” Genma asked me, motioning for Mina to step back.

"What do you think? Tsunade trained me,” I replied with a wink, standing by his side, fists clenched, ready to send flying anyone who dared to lay a hand on the merchants.

“Ah, perfect then,” He answered with a mischievous smile.

Together, we managed to save the rest of the group.

After treating everyone and receiving their countless thanks, we headed back to Konoha.

Genma and I walked a little ahead, with Mina and the others following behind.

"We got back just at noon. Isn’t that great?” I said to Genma with a confident smile.

He shrugged, a crooked smile playing on his lips. "That’s right, little princess.” His voice had that teasing tone that made me want to elbow him.

"Are you seriously going to call me that all the time?” I asked, half joking, half curious.

“Whenever I can, what did you expect?” He replied cheekily.

I sighed and raised my hands in surrender. “Alright. You’re going to report to Tsunade, right?”

“Exactly.” He nodded. “But I can’t take you with me this time, the report is about you too. Tsunade wants to know how you did.”

Really? Was I being tested? I bit my lip, nervous but excited.

“And what are you going to tell her?” I asked, furrowing my brow and trying to look serious.

“I'll tell you at the bar tonight, whether you pass or not.” He gave me a mischievous smile. “Oh, because you're coming, aren't you?”

I had no choice but to nod. Another familiar face tonight didn't sound so bad.

“Perfect, see you then.” Before leaving, he handed me a small bag containing the mission reward.

As I walked toward Ichiraku Ramen, my stomach was already growling. Just in time for lunch!

When I arrived, there was Naruto, devouring his bowl with that energy only he has.

“Looks like you really like ramen, huh?” I said as I ordered two bowls and sat in front of him.

“Of course! I come here whenever I can,” He replied with his wide, contagious smile.

"Well, today it’s on me, courtesy of my first mission paycheck.” I struck a heroic pose, exaggerating a bit.

“Wow, congratulations! That’s definitely starting off on the right foot,” He said, giving me a thumbs up.

But just as I was about to take my first bite, I felt a presence beside me.

"What are we celebrating?" Kakashi’s calm voice sounded as he sat down next to Naruto.

"Ah, just a small mission." I answered quickly, trying not to sound too excited or nervous.

Naruto gave me a teasing look, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

“Come on, Kakashi sensei, congratulate her! Ayame just completed her first official mission." He said enthusiastically.

Kakashi tilted his head, and although his smile was subtle, his eyes seemed to reflect something close to pride. "Then, congratulations. I hope you keep surprising everyone."

"Sensei! She invited me to ramen!" Naruto told him, of course I would invite him to eat, this boy has been through a lot of rejection, and yet he seems so optimistic and noble of heart, he deserves all the ramen he wants.

"That’s right… you’re invited to celebrate with us." I said, subtly signaling the waitress to bring another bowl of ramen.

"Haha, thanks, Doc, very kind of you." Kakashi replied.

Before I could say anything else, Sakura appeared. "Hey, Ayame! Hey, guys!" She plopped down next to me. Okay, goodbye to my mission money.

Because, honestly, it was more symbolic than anything else; aside from four bowls of ramen, it wasn't like I could buy much else.

"Sakura, good thing you showed up. We’re celebrating my first mission." I said kindly.

"Do you know Sakura, Ayame?" Naruto asked, curious.

"Yes. Your teammate kindly helped me decorate my house. Thanks to her creativity, the place looks amazing." I answered sincerely, noticing Sakura puffing her cheeks proudly.

But then she blinked, looking puzzled. "I thought you didn’t know my sensei." She said, looking at Kakashi, who raised an eyebrow.

Oh, right, what I said yesterday… the confusion.

"Well, Naruto and Kakashi stopped by my village once. I never said I didn’t know them." I explained quickly. The truth was, Sakura had asked how I knew Kakashi had the Icha Icha books, not if I personally knew him.

"That’s right, Sakura." Kakashi said. "Ayame was very attentive to both of us, though I’m curious… why were you talking about me?"

Just as I was about to answer, Sakura beat me to it.

"Because she saw you with those pervy books, Sensei, right in the middle of the street. Very bad!" She scolded him with a mischievous smile.

I nodded, amused.

"Oh... but Ayame doesn’t mind the books." Kakashi turned his head to look at me intently.

"Not at all. In fact, she has a small table with all the volumes, right next to the balcony," She replied, and I thought Ino was the official gossip.

"Ehh, you’re just as pervy as Sensei!" Naruto teased me, causing an immediate blush.

"Is that true, Doc?" Kakashi asked, with an innocent voice but a look that was anything but.

"And to think I invite you to lunch and you start criticizing me!" I complained, puffing out my cheeks and turning my head toward the window.

But the three of them smiled, trying to calm me down, even though they knew my irritation wasn't real. Because in the end, I laughed too.

And so, between laughter and jokes, they gave me a wonderful afternoon, sharing stories and adventures, making me feel part of something that was finally starting to feel like home.

At the end, Naruto and Sakura left, leaving only Kakashi and me.

"Kakashi... Kurenai invited me to a bar tonight, are you going?" I asked, noticing the surprise in his eyes.

"I had no idea you were going, Doc." He replied seriously, with that hard to read tone.

Sometimes it’s hard to tell if he likes my presence or if it annoys him. When he looks at me like that, I feel rejected, like I don’t belong in his world.

Maybe he noticed my discomfort, because he immediately softened his expression and added:

“See you tonight, Doc.”

He smiled softly, stood up, and left the room.

I stood at the table, watching him leave. Then, a silly thought crossed my mind.

“Doc” or “Princess" I mused. Well...“Doc” actually sounds pretty good.

A small, knowing smile spread across my lips as I stood up and left, letting the afternoon fade away.

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Well… I’m officially having a crisis.

I’ve been standing in front of my closet for over an hour, staring at clothes like this is an S rank mission and my life depends on it. Usually, I’m not this dramatic. But tonight? There’s just no way to make up my mind.

Kurenai never said what the dress code was! Didn’t even mention where the bar was. Luckily I ran into Asuma and was able to ask him.

The worst part? I don’t even know why I care so much.

Or maybe I do.

Maybe it’s that stupid little voice in the back of my head that always wants to fit in. That needs to feel approved. Accepted. Loved, even.

Thanks, Dad. Thanks for the emotional baggage I never asked for but carry around like I somehow deserve it.

I collapsed onto the bed and covered my face with both hands, letting out a long, tired, frustrated sigh.

I was this close to showing up in uniform… or not showing up at all.

"Get it together, Ayame." I whispered to myself "Just pick something already."

I forced myself to stand. It was late. If I kept hesitating, I really was going to stay home like a coward.

So I went with the first option: The fitted gold sweater with the flattering but modest neckline; the black pleated skirt, short, but not too daring; sheer tights and the black heels that gave me the height I always wanted without looking like I was trying too hard.

I looked in the mirror. Yeah. I looked good.

A little taller, a little more confident.

A little more like me, maybe.

The version of me that deserved to go out tonight.

I locked my apartment door, took one last deep breath, and headed out.

Toward the bar.

Toward the unknown.

Toward whatever the night had in store for me.

The street was emptier than I expected. The bar was pretty far from my apartment, but I didn’t mind walking alone at night. Konoha is supposed to be a safe village… though, honestly, that’s debatable. My father’s come and gone through this place more times than Konoha would like to admit. And I’m sure he’s not the only one.

But whatever. I know how to take care of myself. I always have.

I kept walking with steady steps, letting the cool night air clear out the tension still clinging to my shoulders. Eventually, the place came into view.

From the outside, the bar had a quiet kind of charm. Classy, without trying too hard. Also pretty well hidden. Tucked away in a side alley, the only sign of life was a glowing sign above the entrance. Judging by the location, I figured it was one of those places meant for important people, like the Hokage, to relax away from prying eyes.

I didn’t let myself hesitate. I took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The interior caught me off guard.

It was small, but sophisticated. The kind of place where every detail in the decor was intentional: dark wood, soft lighting, mellow music low enough to actually hold a conversation. There was a bar, a few tables scattered around, and in the back, a small dance floor. Cozy. Intimate.

For the first time that night, I actually felt like I’d picked the right outfit.

"Ayame! Over here, come join us!" Kurenai’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts, her hand waving from a nearby table.

I raised my arm with an automatic smile and made my way over. The group around her put me at ease instantly, every face was familiar.

Asuma was beside Kurenai. Genma was there, also the one with the big eyebrows. There was the guy with the weird mask who’d been introduced to me when I first arrived, and...Kakashi.

The guy with the eyebrows was chatting away at Kakashi, full of energy, while the silver haired man stared at him with a mildly bored look. Asuma had his arm resting casually behind Kurenai, pulling her slightly closer.

The guy with the strange mask was deep in conversation with Genma, and just then, everyone turned their heads toward me as I approached.

I offered a slightly shy smile and took the seat beside Kurenai. The table was round, perfect for conversation, but spacious enough so no one felt crowded.

"Oh, princess!" Genma greeted me with a teasing grin. "Thought you weren’t gonna show up."

I gave him a sheepish smile and offered a vague excuse for my delay.

"Had a bit of a fashion crisis before heading out. Nothing serious. Just ran a little late. Sorry about that."

Before I could feel worse about being so late, Asuma was the first to intervene.

"Ayame, you don’t need to apologize." He said with a warm, easy smile. "We were gonna be here all night anyway. You’ve got every right to show up whenever you want.

I murmured a soft “thanks”, feeling a warm relief in my chest.

My eyes shifted to Kurenai, who was now staring intently at Genma.

“Princess?” She asked, raising an eyebrow with a curious look.

Genma let out a laugh, scratching the back of his head casually, clearly unbothered.

I looked around and saw everyone drinking sake. I signaled to the waiter and ordered one for myself as well.

"Well, Ayame." Kurenai said, winking at me. "Not sure if you remember, but this is Yamato, Guy, and Kakashi. They were at the meeting that day."

She knew I had a hard time remembering names, and that little gesture saved me from an awkward moment.

"Guy, Yamato, it’s a pleasure to meet you both. I know we’ve technically met already, but I’d say the vibe’s a little friendlier now, right? "I smiled at them.

"Oh, an absolute pleasure once again, miss!" Guy replied with a huge grin.

"Likewise, Ayame, it’s great to meet you." Yamato added with a nod, and I nodded back politely.

"Ayame." Genma chimed in, smiling. "Even though Kakashi always looks so serious, he’s way more chill than he seems. You don’t have to be shy introducing yourself."

He clearly didn’t know that we already knew each other. Probably thought I’d be nervous about saying hi, because yeah, Kakashi does have that whole intimidating vibe going on.

Before I could say anything to clear it up, Kakashi decided to speak.

"Ah, but Genma, that’s where you’re wrong." He said calmly. Even with the mask covering most of his face, the subtle gleam in his one visible eye was unmistakable, he was smiling.

"Seriously? " Genma blinked in confusion. "But Ayame’s never been to Konoha before…

I could feel the curiosity settling over the table, eyes quietly turning toward me.

Just as I was about to try and explain, Kakashi jumped in again.

'She’s never been to Konoha." Kakashi said. "But I’ve been to her village. A beautiful place, really. With a spectacular river, right, Doc? " He asked, winking at me.

I figured he didn’t want to bring up his mission details, so I kept it vague too.

I turned to him and gave him the warmest smile I could manage.

"That’s right." I confirmed.

Kurenai cut into the moment, her eyes twinkling with cheer.

"Another round of sake, then! Let’s properly celebrate our new friend! " She raised her cup, and the others followed suit. I joined in happily, feeling genuinely welcome.

"Ah, let’s dance a little, princess! " Genma exclaimed with a mischievous grin.

Exactly what I needed after all that tension.

"Sure, let’s go! " I said, getting up, but not before drinking the rest of my sake.

The others stayed at the table: Kurenai and Asuma looking cozy and affectionate, Kakashi deep in conversation with Guy again, and Yamato joining in with them.

Genma and I stepped onto the small dance floor, the upbeat music wrapping around us as we moved to the rhythm.

"Hey… wanna know if you passed or not? " Genma asked, that same sly smile on his lips.

"Of course I do. I was just about to ask you the same thing." I replied, curious and a little anxious. I need to know what Tsunade thinks of me.

"Well, congrats, Ayame." He said genuinely. "You passed!"

Even though I’d had a hunch, hearing those words out loud melted a tension I didn’t even realize I’d been carrying. Without thinking, I gave him a small hug.

"Ha, ha. Princess, I"m happy for you." He said, his hands resting on my waist.

I pulled back a little, still excited… But the relief didn’t last.

Suddenly, Tsunade appeared at the entrance of the bar.

And just as Genma still had his hands on me… her face changed completely.

"Genma, run for your life." I whispered, mortified, as he turned around to see what had made me panic.

It was already too late.

In that instant, a flash from the past hit me. I remembered a moment just like this when I was nineteen. My ex had also felt the full force of Tsunade’s fury.

The memory struck me just as hard as the scene unfolding in front of me.

Genma was on the floor, his face bearing the mark of Tsunade’s fist, just like back then.

Huh… Looks like I’m the one who has to calm this storm again. I knelt down to heal Genma’s face.

"Don’t even think about it, Ayame." Tsunade’s voice stopped me cold. Her eyes locked onto mine with a gravity that froze me in place.

"Good to know I won’t be sending you on another mission with him."

I looked toward the table. Everyone was visibly tense, practically holding their breath. Everyone except Kakashi, who was smiling awkwardly, as if trying to hide just how uncomfortable he really was.

"Mom, please, it’s not what you think. And even if it were, you have to remember, I’m not a kid anymore." I said, doing my best to stay calm as I helped Genma sit up, even though Tsunade had just told me not to.

Genma rubbed his cheek, where the red imprint of Tsunade’s punch was still burning bright. There was a flicker of pain and resignation in his eyes, but he tried to hold it together.

"But this guy’s a womanizer! " Tsunade snapped, her scowl leaving no room for argument.

"Uh… Lady Hokage, I think you’re misreading the situation." Genma replied respectfully, though clearly uncomfortable. "There’s nothing going on between Ayame and me. And please... don’t say things like that."

"Tsk…"Tsunade scoffed, turning on her heel and marching toward the bar, where she didn’t ask for a drink. She ordered the whole damn bottle of sake.

I knelt beside Genma again, placing my hands over the sore skin of his cheek, focusing on easing the pain left behind by Tsunade’s wrath.

Then I felt his hand rest over mine. Warm. Soft.

"I don’t mind taking all of Tsunade’s punches." He whispered with a faint smile, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

This guy has no idea what kind of trouble he’s getting himself into.

I sighed, slowly pulling my hand away, unable to keep a twinge of sadness from creeping in.

With a small smile, I tried to make myself clear. "Genma, let’s just be friends, okay? I’m sorry."

Maybe in another life… but in this one, someone else had my heart occupied. Someone who, even while acting like I barely existed, had managed to stay.

"That’s fine. But I’m not giving up that easily." He said with a playful wink before standing and heading back to the table with the others.

I made my way to the bar and joined Tsunade.

"Relax, Mom. You don’t need to put Genma on the Bingo Book. There’s nothing going on." I said as I took the bottle from her and took a big swig myself.

She let out a bittersweet smile, that mix of exhaustion and affection only a mother can wear.

"What I did was pathetic, I know... You’re twenty five." She said, voice tight with restrained anger. I could see her clenching her fists.

"Well… I guess for someone as ancient as you, twenty five probably feels like teenage years." I replied with a touch of sarcasm only she and I understood. Our thing, our private code. A humor that always cracked the tension.

I just wanted her to relax. I knew when she truly regretted something, and this time, she clearly did.

Then, like music to my ears, she burst out laughing. Loud. Honest. Real.

Feeling happier to see her that way, I stepped away to rejoin the others at the table and enjoy what was left of the night.

One by one, they started leaving. Kurenai and Asuma were the first to go. Then Tsunade and Genma followed. Guy and Yamato were still deep in conversation, like time didn’t exist and the night belonged to them. They had that kind of energy, or maybe insomnia, that just didn’t quit.

Kakashi. I thought he’d be long gone by now, but there he was, quiet, alone, leaning against the bar like he wanted to disappear into the shadows. I had also drunk more than I should’ve, hoping the warmth of the sake would give me the courage I needed to approach him.

I sat beside him without saying a word. He didn’t look at me. Not even a flicker of acknowledgment. The air between us had shifted, heavier, colder.

This Kakashi… wasn’t the same one who’d joked with me earlier. The one with dry jokes and the occasional lazy smile. No, this one had his eyes fixed on his glass, shoulders tense, his expression unreadable.

It was like he’d closed a door from the inside… and left me standing out in the cold.

I stayed there, frozen, trying to find a crack, a gap, anything I could slip through. But all I felt was silence, and that wall he seemed to build higher with every sip he took.

After a heavy pause, he broke the silence with a cold voice, not even looking at me: "You should get out of here. It’s late, and Konoha’s no place for a girl alone."

His tone was sharp, leaving no room for argument. Not a trace of genuine concern, just a cold, almost cruel warning.

"I can take care of myself." I said, trying to sound steady, though my voice trembled inside.

"Your boyfriend left a while ago. Don’t know what you’re still doing here." His words hit me harder than I expected.

"He’s not my boyfriend. There’s nothing between us." I whispered.

I turned to look at him, searching his eyes for any sign, any spark that would tell me he understood, that he wasn’t judging me. In the reflection of my own eyes, you could see that desperate need to explain, to make him understand. But he seemed different, cold, indifferent, as if none of it mattered.

Then he let out a harsh, bitter laugh...

"Ayame, I don’t care if you and Genma are dating." He said, a hint of cynicism in his voice. "I don’t care about any of that. I just made an assumption and yeah, it was wrong. Sorry about that."

Huh... I really don’t get what’s wrong with him. I just don’t. But this sadness creeping over me is so deep it almost feels like a pain in my chest.

"Kakashi, sorry. I don’t want to bother you anymore. I’m leaving." My voice sounded weak, almost breaking, like I was asking permission to disappear.

What I hoped would be a light, happy night had turned into something miserable... and he didn’t even seem to realize the damage his words caused.

I stood up on impulse. The weight of the night settled on my chest, squeezing every heartbeat with a sharp pain. I felt a lump in my throat that stopped me from speaking, and the words to say goodbye got lost in the void. I didn’t want to face anyone else or pretend I was okay. I just wanted to leave, get home, and sink into silence, hoping sleep would erase this night, this feeling of defeat I didn’t know how to shake.

But then, I felt his firm yet gentle hand grab my arm. "I’ll walk with you. I won’t feel at ease if I let you go alone at this hour." His voice, though low, carried a trace of concern.

He stood up calmly and, after letting go of me, gave me space, but the silence between us remained thick, heavy.

We started walking together under the darkness of the night, the quiet city witnessing a long walk.

"Sorry... I know I was rude." After walking for a while, he let out a heavy sigh, as if the silence weighed on his chest and he finally decided to break it.

"You’ve never treated me badly, you’ve always been kind. I don’t understand why you spoke to me like that, I thought we got along." My voice trembled because I needed to say it, to release the doubt tormenting me.

"Sorry, I know I’m an asshole" Really? Did this guy treat himself with so much cruelty?

"Kakashi, you acted like an asshole, but that doesn’t mean you are one." I stopped and looked him in the eyes.

He stopped too, noticing my pause.

"Look, I don’t know much about you, but I wouldn’t mind learning. I feel like you’re too hard on yourself, and I want to understand why..." I sighed, a little tired of how heavy all this felt.

"Why do you want to know? Why do you want to understand me?" His question was like a dagger wrapped in sarcasm, with a hint of disdain that almost cut the air.

Oh... at least he didn’t shut the door.

"Because... well, I have nothing to lose, Kakashi, and I feel like I could gain a lot." I smiled sincerely, and in his one visible eye, I saw a flicker; sadness, yes, but also something deeper, something I hadn’t seen before.

"Do you think you’ll gain much by getting to know me?" His tone was dry, filled with disbelief, as if he couldn’t understand that someone might see something valuable in him.

"Can you stop putting yourself down?" I stood firm in front of him, serious and annoyed. "I don’t believe you’re the monster you think you are."

I wanted to confront him, to understand him, to reach that place where his storm hid the truth.

"Ayame, I appreciate your effort, truly. But you’re not the first to want to get close, to want to... as others say... fix me.” I carry a heavy load of wounds, and I really don’t want to drag anyone else into that weight."

So that was it... past experiences, pain that marked him, keeping him locked behind that wall.

"Fix you?” I lowered my voice, almost pleading. "You’re not broken, Kakashi. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just want to know you. Please, let me."

Maybe it was a plea disguised as words, but deep down, I just wanted to be this man’s friend.

Yes, a friend. Maybe something more in the future, who knows. But right now, that wasn’t a priority.

"Ayame... I have nothing to offer you. I’ve already given everything I was going to give. You’re too kind and sweet to keep insisting on knowing me." His words carried a tired tone. As if carrying a reality that he had already accepted.

But he didn’t know how stubborn I could be.

"One meal. At my place. I just want to invite you to a meal. If after that you think we can’t be friends, I’ll respect your decision. I promise."

It was true. I was asking for nothing more than that: an afternoon, a sort of date, but not in the way he might imagine. My goal was for him to open up a little, to let the man beneath the mask come out. I’m a doctor. My mission is to heal people. And he... seemed like someone who needed healing more than anyone.

"Alright, one meal then, Doc." He replied, his voice sounding more like a resigned sigh than a hopeful invitation.

But for me it was a small victory. I smiled, much more excited than I wanted to admit, and nodded.

I started walking, feeling more relaxed, lighter. I think Kakashi noticed because he let out a sigh, as if surrendering to something invisible.

"What time do you want me to come for dinner? He asked, and for the first time all night, his voice sounded a little softer.

"Seven is fine, unless you eat later." I replied with a calm smile.

He shook his head briefly. "Seven it is." He repeated.

We walked the last few steps to the door of my apartment. "Well, you know where I live now, so you won’t get lost tomorrow." I said, trying to sound casual.

"See you tomorrow then." He answered, raising his hand in a vague gesture.

"See you tomorrow, Kakashi." This time I allowed myself to look at him a second longer. I wasn’t going to say anything else, but I was happy he had accepted.

I turned the key. I already had my hand on the doorknob when his voice stopped me.

"Ayame…"

I turned toward him. "Yes?"

He didn’t come closer. He stayed there, a few steps back, hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed on some indistinct point.

"I don’t like tempura or sweets."

It took me a moment to process that, not because of the phrase itself, but because… it was the closest thing to an opening he’d given me all night. I felt something in his barrier, however small, had shifted.

I smiled softly.

"Why don’t you tell me what you do like?" I asked, with a gentle tone, no pressure. Wanting to make him feel comfortable. Wanting to understand him. No teasing, no forced flirting. Just that... a sincere attempt.

He shrugged, like he didn’t know why he was telling me either. "Eggplant miso soup. That’s okay." He murmured, then turned away again without waiting for my response.

I watched him walk away silently, with that tired gait that seemed to bear the weight of everything he wasn't saying. Of everything he had kept inside.

I closed the door gently, a slight smile on my lips.

I pressed my forehead against the wood for a moment, letting that small instant settle in my chest. It wasn't happiness, it was relief. I felt relieved that the night hadn't been so disastrous after all.

I don’t think Kakashi is broken. He’s just… he’s lived too long without anyone staying around long enough to really listen. And I’m not going to run away just because he struggles to open up.

I spun on my heel and headed straight to the kitchen. It was late, but I didn’t care. I turned on the lights, tied my hair back, and rolled up my sleeves.

"Eggplant miso soup… okay, Kakashi, let’s do this right."

I started pulling out the ingredients with all the care I could muster. Not because I wanted to impress him, well...maybe a little...but because I cared. Because sometimes taking care of someone starts with a warm meal made with intention.

Tomorrow, at seven, I’m going to give him something simple. And yet, something that says without words: I’m here, if you want to stay a while.

And if not… at least he’ll have the best miso soup he’s ever tasted.

Chapter Text

The pounding on my door was the kind you couldn’t ignore, no matter how hard you tried to pretend you were asleep. 

Who the hell knocks like that this early?

I didn’t have any missions today, it was supposed to be my day off, and my body was begging for at least two more hours of unconsciousness. After the night I had...long, exhausting, borderline illegal in terms of emotional damage...I deserved to drown in my sheets a little longer. But the knocking continued. Relentless.

I dragged myself out of bed in the slowest, most dramatic way possible, still in my pajamas: a crop top and tiny shorts that barely qualified as clothing. Konoha wasn’t my village, and that fact was extra obvious in the way the heat clung to everything.

“Coming!” I shouted, standing just a few inches from the door, patience hanging by a thread.

“Open up already!” Came a voice I’d recognize anywhere.

Of course. Tsunade. Who else would show up with that level of grace and subtlety?

I swung the door open, and there she was, walking in like she owned the place.

"Mom, what are you even doing here this early?” I asked, somewhere between annoyed and genuinely surprised.

"Early? It’s eleven, Ayame. Didn’t know you’d gone full time lazy.” She threw me a smirk. Okay, yeah, I had missed that brand of motherly affection.

She dropped onto the couch, eyes already scanning the apartment.

“I like what you’ve done with the place,” she said, half surprised, half approving.

“Thanks. Got some help from a few girls,” I said, plopping down beside her with an easy smile.

“Making friends, huh? Good for you.” Her tone was light, but I could hear the surprise she didn’t bother hiding very well.

“Please, I’ve always been more likeable than you. Making friends was inevitable,” I replied, already halfway to the kitchen. Coffee would make this visit survivable.

“If they’re such good friends, maybe they can help you clean up too. Or is that disaster zone of a kitchen part of your creative design aesthetic?” She muttered, sarcasm in full swing.

I laughed under my breath. In the end, we spoke the same language, teasing wrapped in affection.

She stood up and walked over to the counter, picking up the mess that was spread all over the kitchen.

“What the hell, Ayame? Were you trying some kind of ninja experiment?” She asked, one brow raised as she held up what looked like the remains of vegetables.

“I was hungry and maybe a little tipsy. Hence, the disaster,” I lied, poorly. I wasn’t about to admit I’d spent the entire night perfecting a miso soup recipe… the one I wanted to cook for Kakashi tonight.

Her eyes narrowed as she sifted through the scene of the culinary crime.

“How many eggplants had to suffer for your art?” She deadpanned, crossing her arms and giving me that mock serious look that was more hilarious than threatening.

"Mom, I don’t show up at your place just to judge your choices" I shot back with a smirk.

She chuckled, grabbed a mug of fresh coffee, and took a slow sip, the steam curling gently around her face.

“I’ll help you clean up. Then I want to take a walk around Konoha, alright?”

Honestly? A morning with her didn’t sound so bad. I missed her more than I ever admitted, even to myself.

“Sounds good. You can show me more of your beloved village,” I said.

Once everything was spotless, I threw on some comfy clothes and we headed out. The streets of Konoha buzzed with life, and with Tsunade by my side, the village felt a little less foreign.

We wandered for hours, with her acting as an expert tour guide. She showed me small shops tucked into alleyways, hidden gardens, and old stores filled with trinkets that looked like they were hundreds of years old. Konoha had multiple layers, and with her, I was finally beginning to see them.

“It’s getting late. We should head back,” I said after a very long walk.

Truth be told, the clock had caught up with me. Kakashi was coming over tonight, and I needed to have everything ready.

"You got plans?” She asked, tilting her head slightly, that sharp mom look activated.

“I do, actually. But if you want, we can hang out again tomorrow?” I offered, hoping she wouldn’t dig too deep.

"You’ve got an early assignment tomorrow, remember? New mission. A bit more complicated than the last.” She said.

“Alright then. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said, flashing her a smile and planting a quick kiss on her cheek before hurrying off.

I tried not to overthink the fact that I was absolutely, 100% panicking about having everything perfect before Kakashi showed up.

Alright. Time to cook.

A little excited, I started pulling out the ingredients and prepping dinner. Once the smell started filling the kitchen I moved on to setting the table.

It was small, but perfect for two.

I laid out the plates, silverware, glasses. I even took a moment to arrange the flowers in the little vase at the center. When I stepped back and looked at it, the table looked spotless. Almost… professional. I was more than satisfied with the result.

Now came the hard part: figuring out what the hell to wear.

After a quick shower, I sat on the edge of the bed with a towel wrapped around me, analyzing my options like this was some kind of life or death mission.

Okay… nothing too provocative. I didn’t want Kakashi to get the wrong idea. This was a dinner between friends. A (slightly desperate) attempt to get that emotionally constipated man to open up. Just a little.

Still… I didn’t want to look like I just rolled out of bed either. I wanted to look nice. Not too much. Just nice.

Eventually, I went with something that felt like the perfect middle ground: white shorts, slightly short, but not scandalous, and a long sleeved turtleneck blouse in soft floral print, dusty pink.

I tied my long hair into a high ponytail, one of the few styles that didn’t fall apart thanks to my stubbornly straight hair.

A bit of makeup, just a touch. Nothing dramatic. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I actually liked what I saw. Simple. Cute.

Right in the middle of silently celebrating my own brilliance, the doorbell rang.

Even if I’d said this was a friendship dinner, my heart still jumped a little.

Kakashi was here.

It had to be him, it was already past seven.

I rushed out of the room and opened the door with a smile. And yes. There he was. That silver hair. That blank expression that shouldn’t be attractive but somehow was.

I felt… relieved. Genuinely.

“Kakashi! I’m so glad you made it!” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. Alright, Ayame. He’s here. Breathe. Don’t act like a nervous teenager.

“Hey" He replied, lifting a hand in a vague, lazy wave.

Perfect. Classic Kakashi. Always so reserved. Why does that somehow make me more nervous?

He looked incredible. No forehead protector, his messy hair falling freely, and that loose black sweater, just casual enough to feel different.

“Come in” I said, hoping my voice didn’t shake as much as my heart was. My cheeks were definitely redder than I wanted, but thankfully, the blush I’d applied earlier was doing an excellent job covering that up.

He stepped inside. His eyes scanned the space, curious, but measured.

“Nice decor, Doc" .

I smiled, proud, though my stomach was twisting with nerves.

“Thanks,” I replied. “You can sit on the couch. I’ll just serve the food and we can eat.”

He nodded and sank down onto the couch in his usual relaxed posture. As I watched him settle in, I returned to the kitchen, humming softly to calm myself and taking a few deep breaths.

Why did this seem more complicated than a high ranking ninja mission?

"Do you like wine, or would you rather have water?” I asked.

“Wine’s fine”

I pulled out the bottle and set it on the table, gesturing for him to join me.

He wasn't one for small talk. I expected silence, but what caught me off guard was the way his eyes focused on the miso soup. He wasn't just looking at it, he was absorbing it, as if sensing something more than the smell. As if it meant something.

“I know you don’t like taking off your mask,” I said, nervous but trying to keep it light. “If you’d rather I looked away or something, it’s okay. I won’t be offended.”

He looked at me for a long moment. That quiet, unreadable gaze of his, like he was trying to see past whatever I was saying to whatever I was really feeling.

"Don’t worry” He said at last, voice steady and low. “I’ll eat when it cools down a bit. You go ahead.” 

Why does that mask have to be a wall between us? I thought. He’s handsome, yes, but he hides behind it like it’s a shield. Well, It’s not something I can change. I can only accept it.

"Alright. Enjoy your meal" I said, trying to sound casual..

Not bad, Ayame. Not bad at all. The soup looked amazing, and best of all, it tasted just as good. I let myself get carried away by the flavor, savoring the first spoonful with quiet pride.

When I reached for my glass of wine, I noticed Kakashi had already lowered his.

I laughed, amused.

"Wow, a true ninja… so subtle with the wine,” I teased, trying to break the ice a little.

He scratched the back of his head, his visible eye narrowing into a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

"Yeah, something I’ve developed over the years” He replied, calm voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded and kept eating while he finished his plate with that discreet, silent efficiency he had.

“Did you like it?” I asked, trying to read his expression as I noticed his plate was empty.

“It was delicious, Doc,” he said, and I couldn’t help but smile genuinely.

“Glad to hear that, Kakashi,” I replied, feeling an unexpected warmth fill my chest.

The dinner ended quickly, and with it, the silence started creeping in. We hadn’t talked much, just enough, those casual exchanges that never seem quite enough. I didn’t want to pressure him, not yet, not dive too deep into personal stuff.

Still, a part of me resisted letting this night end without something changing, without him seeing beyond the surface of my home, of me. This wasn’t just dinner anymore; it was a complicated mission, and I was determined not to fail.

I took a deep breath, searching inside for the calm I needed to just be myself.

Relax, Ayame. Just be you. If he likes me, he’ll stay.

With that thought, I turned to him and, in the most natural voice I could manage, suggested:

“Why don’t we sit on the couch and chat for a bit? There’s still some wine left, and it’s early.”

Please don’t say no.

“Sounds good” 

Yes! And I swear he didn't hesitate for a moment to answer. That had changed my mood; I felt more confident.

We settled onto the couch, him relaxed, me tucked into a corner, crossing one leg over the other and resting a hand on the edge.

A sudden déjà vu hit me. A spicy and quite uncomfortable memory that made my shoulders tense. This is a friendly date, no need to remember that day back in my home. 

“Something wrong?” He asked softly, noticing my change.

I shook my head, forcing the shadow away. I couldn’t let that memory ruin what I was trying to build.

"No, nothing,” I said quickly, trying to mask my nerves. “Kakashi, there’s something I wanted to ask… if it’s not classified, of course. How did you find out I’m Orochimaru’s daughter?”

I tried to sound casual even though it was a bit too direct, but I've been wanting to ask him about it ever since I met him.

He looked at me calmly, blinked once, and said:

“I’m a well connected ninja here. I know a lot, and that was passed to me some time ago. I can’t say who told me, it’s confidential.”

I nodded, understanding. I hadn’t expected him to spill village secrets.

“Alright,” I said. “I didn’t know you had so much influence in Konoha. I thought only the Hokage had access to that kind of classified info… though honestly, I don’t know much about Konoha.”

He shifted to look me in the eyes, serious. “No, there are trusted organizations and people who have access to lots of information.”

“Like you?” I smiled shyly.

He nodded slightly. "It’s something I earned over time”

“Sure, like being Naruto’s teacher. That couldn’t have been a coincidence,” I added, thinking of the connection between Naruto and the Kyubi, and how Kakashi seemed the right choice for the role.

"Yeah. Actually, I could’ve refused that job,” He said, his voice softening with sincerity.

“Really? I thought it was an order you couldn’t say no to,” I frowned, surprised.

He shook his head. “No, it wasn’t like that. I didn’t accept it because of the Kyubi. I had another reason.”

I stayed silent, sensing that reason was personal. Not the time to inquire.

“That boy, Sasuke, was your student too, right?” I asked quietly. “I know it’s a touchy subject for Naruto and Sakura.”

Kakashi stared at me. His voice was barely a whisper. “Sasuke is with Orochimaru.”

The news hit me harder than I expected.

“But was he forced?” My voice cracked slightly, incredulous.

He shook his head, serious. “No. He chose it.”

I widened my eyes, trying to absorb the dark truth.

“Wow… what deep reasons could someone have to choose that?” I asked, struggling to understand.

Kakashi lowered his gaze.

“He’s seeking revenge.” His words hung heavy between us.

"Revenge destroys the soul." I murmured, feeling the weight of that truth. "He needs to seek justice, no matter how deep the wound.

Kakashi nodded slowly. "I agree. But he’s still young... too immature."

"I hope Naruto can save him." I said, fragile hope in my voice. "Orochimaru isn’t good company. I know that from experience."

I noticed a flicker of curiosity in his expression. "Do you remember what it was like living with him?" He asked, he was opening a painful wound.

I sighed, carrying an invisible burden. "I remember some of his experiments… and how I met Tsunade, just before he left." I smiled bitterly, letting the memory flow. "I don’t know if you know, but Orochimaru abandoned me when I was about seven. So yes… my life with him is etched in my memory."

Kakashi looked at me closely. "If you want to talk..."

I felt I could trust him.

"It was horrible, Kakashi. The first two years I lived in a village deeply scarred by Orochimaru’s terror. People lived in fear and resentment. I trusted a boy there, and I told him my truth… he was the one who revealed it. That’s how everyone found out. They started treating me like I was him: throwing food and objects at me, hitting me, spitting on me… and I didn’t understand why."

I saw his expression soften, his eyes filling with surprise and compassion.

I gave a bitter smile, as if saying it out loud freed me.

"I didn’t want to tell Tsunade what happened in that first village. I hid the bruises; I don’t think she ever noticed. But I was scared, ashamed… I thought if she found out everything, if she really understood that I was Orochimaru’s daughter, she’d see me differently. That she’d abandon me, just like he did. And I didn’t understand why they hated me like that... Fortunately we moved, and that new place became my home."

Kakashi stayed silent for a moment, respecting the depth of my words.

I swallowed hard, knowing I was opening up like never before.

"You’re the first person I’ve ever told. I’d never talked about this before… until now."

He nodded with understanding. "Makes sense. If you tried to distance yourself from Orochimaru and everything connected to him, it’s natural you kept quiet."

"Exactly. Thanks for listening. Honestly… talking about it, at least with you, didn’t feel so bad."

"No problem." Kakashi replied with a half smile.

He paused, glancing at a nearby shelf. "I’m surprised you have all these volumes of Icha Icha. Sakura wasn’t joking."

I shot him a look, part embarrassed, part amused. But honestly, I was glad he’d shifted the mood.

"Did you know you’re the first ninja I’ve seen with so many copies? A fan, maybe?" Kakashi chuckled low and rough, teasing me just enough to make me roll my eyes.

"Don’t judge me, Kakashi. I’m a dedicated reader..."

"I didn’t realize you were so... committed." He said, and I smiled shyly, still a little nervous.

"What about you? I know you like them too."

"Let’s say they’re a good excuse to escape for a while." He replied in that casual tone of his. "You’d be surprised, but those stories have some serious lessons... like when to charge into battle and when to pull back."

"Strategy lessons from erotic novels?" I teased, laughing.

"Exactly. No one suspects it, but Jiraiya was a master of that." Kakashi smirked. "And now you’ve got the whole collection, huh? Watch out, you might become quite the expert."

We laughed together, and for a moment, all the tension melted away. Kakashi seemed genuinely relaxed.

"Maybe you could lend me one sometime." He said with a playful glint.

"Absolutely." I answered.

As we laughed, I noticed something different in him. His posture, though relaxed, had a softness I hadn’t seen before. His single visible eye held a subtle sparkle, like the usual weight he carried had eased just a little. The usual seriousness, the distance that acted like a shield, wasn’t there.

"You look... different." I said quietly, almost surprised by my own words. Then panic hit... why did I have to say that? Everything was going so well. Great, now I’ve probably scared him off.

He gave me a sidelong glance, tilting his head with a small, knowing smile, as if silently saying, “It’s okay.” I breathed out, relieved. A warm feeling spread through my chest.

"I should go now, Doc. It’s late." Kakashi said, rising from the sofa, waiting for me to do the same so we could walk to the door together.

I nodded silently, and we walked side by side toward the entrance. The night suddenly felt heavier than I expected. An uneasy feeling crept into my chest, growing with every step.

Would he come back? Would we have another dinner? Or was this the end? I reminded myself of the promise I made: to leave him alone.

"Goodbye, Kakashi." My voice sounded quieter, more worried than I intended. Why did I have to be so obvious?

He looked at me without a word. The silence between us grew almost unbearable. I felt like he could read my thoughts.

"Kakashi..." I tried to break the silence again, but the words got stuck in my throat. I didn’t know what to say. Should I ask him something? What? How?

Enough, I thought. I was overthinking again. So I did what felt right in that moment.

I stepped forward and hugged him. My arms wrapped around him hesitantly. At first, he stayed still, but then he returned the hug. That simple gesture made me smile; I didn’t know what he was thinking, but he didn’t pull away.

I pulled back a little and gave him a small, hopeful smile.

"Goodbye, Doc..." Kakashi leaned in, pressed a soft, brief kiss to my cheek, then turned and walked out of my house without looking back.

And I stood there, watching him walk away, his presence still echoing. I was a whirlwind of emotions. The night had been good, even the goodbye had been close...sweet.

So I just have one question...was this the end, or just the beginning?

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New day, new mission. Great. Just what I needed. Or at least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

Why?

Because I’m still caught in that strange space between: “Was dinner with Kakashi a disaster?” and “Maybe, just maybe, it turned out really well.”

Honestly, I don’t think it was a disaster. No heavy silences, no awkward pauses that stretch too long. We ate. We talked. And for a moment, it felt...real.

I gave him a hug. Then, he kissed me on the cheek.

That has to mean something, right? Right???

"Ayame, calm down." I muttered under my breath, waving a slipper like it could shoo away the chaos swirling in my mind. It’s barely six in the morning, the house is still quiet, and here I am, talking to my shoes.

But a promise is a promise. I told myself I’d face whatever happens today. If Kakashi decides I’m just a shadow in his life… fine. I’ll survive. I’ll pour a glass of wine later, let a few tears slip...just a few, and then move on.

I soaked in the warm bath, letting the water cleanse and relax me, and after a short while, I got dressed: my uniform, tight but comfortable, struck the perfect balance between pretty and practical.

Bring it on, mission.

I’m ready.

Tsunade had warned me this mission would be tougher. Somehow, that sounded… kind of exciting. 

Or at least, that’s what I kept telling myself, over and over, as I walked toward the building, trying desperately to ignore the tight knot twisting and churning in my stomach. Yeah. It was scary. The thought that something could go wrong… that I might mess up… or worse, someone could get hurt because of me.

Inside the tower, I bumped into the same guy from before. The one who had made that awkward bow. And just like last time...

I let out a tired sigh and forced a smile, the kind that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Seriously, you don’t have to do that.” I said, trying to keep my voice light and casual. Probably failed.

I’m not sure how much fear Tsunade has spread through Konoha, but sometimes it feels like everyone looks at me like I’m the daughter of a demon...

Although… huh.

But, if we are referring to my mother, and not my father, Tsunade is more of a fierce goddess than a demon. Still, the effect is the same.

No wonder she’s surprised when I actually manage to make friends. It’s hard to be approachable when your mom’s reputation terrifies half the village.

She’s kind, really, just… intense. And her temper? It could scare a ninja into wetting his pants.

I barely made it to the door when her voice called out from inside, calm but commanding: "Ayame. Come in.”

I hadn’t knocked. Hadn’t even said a word. But of course, my mother already knew I was there.

I pushed the heavy door open and stepped inside, bracing myself for whatever storm was waiting on the other side.

And then I saw them.

Kakashi, calm and unreadable as always.

Genma, grinning easily.

The two of them, standing side by side.

A tight knot twisted deep in my throat. I swallowed hard, forcing a smile.

"Ayame, this mission is more complicated than the last." Tsunade said, her voice steady and sharp. “You already know that.”

I did. I understood the risks. What I didn’t understand was why they were both here.

“Here’s the mission." Tsunade continued. “You’re to infiltrate a secret underground prison. They’re conducting cruel experiments on the prisoners. Your task is to rescue them, ensure their safe evacuation, and destroy the facility so it can never be used again.”

The plan was clear. Practical.

“It’s a longer mission, probably a week”

A week? Please… not both of them. One would be enough to handle. Preferably Kakashi. But both? After everything Genma said… and how I felt?

“The mission will be with both of them.” Tsunade said.

I didn’t show it. Didn’t flinch. My face remained steady, calm. But inside, my heart pounded like a storm.

"Kakashi will lead. His Sharingan is vital. He’ll spot hidden traps, detect enemies in the shadows, predict their moves before they make them. He’ll coordinate every step, the infiltration, rescue, extraction. Keeping the entire team, and the prisoners, safe.”

It made sense.

"Genma will neutralize immediate threats. His senses are sharp, he’ll catch physical dangers and ambushes before they strike. With his speed and strength, he’s the shield for both Kakashi and you.”

If the mission is as dangerous as it sounds, then yes... the three of us together is the smart choice.

"And you, Ayame, your role is to tend wounds, counter poisons, and keep everyone: Kakashi, Genma, and the prisoners, in fighting shape. You’ll have to monitor the captives constantly, deciding who needs urgent care first.”

There was no room for error. Tsunade's reputation as a strategist was well earned. Every detail, every possibility, was planned. I couldn't help but respect that.

“Since you all already know each other, Kakashi and Genma can step out now” Tsunade said with a calm wave, dismissing them.

Genma passed by, offering me a brief, knowing smile.

Kakashi hesitated for a fraction longer. As he moved past, our eyes met briefly.

Then, almost imperceptibly, he gave me a slight, teasing wink.

A wink.

It caught me off guard, a small, private moment that sent a quiet warmth through me.

So... maybe we really were friends.

I felt a soft smile tug at my lips before I could stop it.

Right there, in front of Tsunade.

Not the most discreet reaction, but I didn’t care.

When they both left and I was finally alone with her, I caught Tsunade staring at me, really studying me.

"You know, I added Genma to the mission just to prove I’m a competent mother who doesn’t let personal feelings get in the way. Valuable resources don’t get sidelined because of personal issues. But… were you sneaking a look at Kakashi?"

Her face was calm and serious, but beneath the steady gaze, I caught the faintest trace of concern. Her hands rested lightly on the table, fingers gently intertwined.

“I swear, Mom, I wasn’t." I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Good. Because he’s not worth it” She replied sharply.

That familiar dismissal stung, and I felt my hands clench at my sides, struggling to hold back a surge of frustration.

“What do you mean, ‘not worth it’?” I asked quietly, careful not to sound too eager. I didn’t want to give away how much it actually mattered.

She sighed, her eyes narrowing for a moment as if weighing how much to say.

“Ayame, Kakashi’s… a difficult path. You’re strong, but are you ready for that?”

Lost cause. That’s how she saw him.

“It’s just curiosity,” I murmured, forcing a calm tone. “Nothing more.” I didn’t want her to worry, especially now, with the mission ahead.

She softened then, a flicker of motherly worry passing through her eyes.

“Good,” She said quietly. “Because at noon, both of them will be waiting for you at the gates.”

No more words were needed. I turned toward the door.

“Ayame?” Her voice stopped me gently.

“I’m listening,” I said, pausing to look back.

“Be careful. This mission will be harder than the last. Trust Kakashi and Genma, they’ll watch your back.”

I breathed out a soft sigh, meeting her gaze with a small, reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry, Mom. When I get back, we’ll have dinner. Just like old times.”

After some thought, I headed back to my apartment to pack the essentials: soft, comfortable clothes that wouldn't wrinkle, perfect for any mission. I still had time, so I folded each item carefully, striking a balance between practicality and style. Tsunade always said to be prepared for the worst, but that didn't mean I had to look like I was preparing for disaster. I could look good.

Then came the fun part: the food. I love to cook, and honestly, this was my chance to do something nice for Kakashi, and Genma too, of course. I know Kakashi isn’t a fan of fried or sugary stuff, so I made sure to keep everything light, healthy, and easy to eat on the go. Nothing heavy or greasy, just good, simple meals that would keep us energetic and feeling good.

I smiled to myself, imagining Kakashi’s quiet approval if he tasted what I’d packed. I wasn’t sure what Genma liked, so I just made some safe choices that I hoped would please both of them. Better to have too much than not enough, especially on a mission like this.

Satisfied, I glanced at the clock. Time was ticking, and I knew it was almost time to face my new mission.

I arrived at the gates of Konoha, but there was still no sign of Kakashi or Genma. To kill the boredom, I approached the guards at the entrance, the usual pair who had become part of the scenery. One had the perpetual expression of someone who had just stubbed their little toe on a hidden rock. The other, as always, wore a friendly smile, his eyes twinkling.

“Hey, guys!” I called out.

The cheerful guard’s face lit up immediately, his voice warm and sincere.

“Hey! Good to see you! And congratulations on becoming a ninja! You’re officially one of us now.”

He really was a sweetheart, radiating genuine kindness and sunshine with every word.

“Thanks!” I replied, my grin teasing and bright. Then I turned to the grumpy guard. He stood rigid.

“And you? No congratulations for me?” I teased, crossing my arms and leaning in just enough to challenge his icy stare. My voice was light, tinged with amusement, daring him to break character.

Just as I braced myself for the curt reply, a familiar voice cut through the air, making me jump.

"Ayame, what are you doing bothering the guards?” Kakashi’s voice was calm but carried that quiet firmness, his visible eye meeting mine with a steady, serious gaze. It was like a gentle scolding, nothing harsh, just enough to make me feel caught doing something I probably shouldn’t.

But there was a sparkle there, too. A soft, teasing glint that barely showed, like he was holding back a smile.

"Just passing the time… Kakashi, you know it’s not very polite to keep someone waiting" I said, a soft smile playing at the corner of my lips.

His eye twitched just a little, narrowing thoughtfully, and for a moment, I caught a quick flicker of amusement.

Nearby, Genma laughed warmly, shaking his head.

"Ah, princess, a mission with you is never tedious.” I grinned at him

"So, boss, are we heading out?" I asked, keeping my voice light.

Kakashi gave a slow nod. We started walking, Kakashi leading ahead, Genma and I following behind.

Genma caught my eye and smiled. "Ready for this, Princess?"

I returned his smile, feeling a quiet excitement welling up inside.

"Always" I said softly. This mission would be a challenge. But I was ready.

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A week stuck with these two. Maybe even longer. It was something that became more real with each step I took.

We'd been walking for hours, the forest absorbing our steps in an almost perfect stillness. No sudden noises, no lurking threats; just that silence that makes your hair stand on end.

The air was filled with the scent of damp earth, a cool breeze danced through the branches, stirring the leaves with a lazy rustle: the only soundtrack in the forest besides our footsteps.

Up ahead, Kakashi and Genma strolled side by side. I trailed behind, a few steps off, trying hard not to slow them down.

I glanced at both of them. Kakashi’s presence was a shadow, dark, unreadable, and yet somehow strangely comforting. Genma, on the other hand, was the kind of guy who made it easy to breathe, even when the world was trying to crush you.

The sky was folding into twilight, the sun slipping away between the trees like it knew I was running out of energy, completely and utterly spent.

"We should set up a proper shelter." Genma said, barely glancing at Kakashi. Kakashi gave a curt nod.

Finally. A break. That’s all I could think about. Not that I hated this ninja life, no, but who the hell enjoys dragging themselves through exhaustion?

I let out a quiet sigh, despite myself. Of course, Genma caught it right away.

"Oh, Princess, don’t you worry." He said with a grin wide enough to light up the forest. His voice was soaked in endless optimism.

I wanted to give him a smile back. Really, I did. But instead, my sigh came out all wrong, more surrender than gratitude, and my cheeks flared hot with embarrassment.

They looked flawless, of course. Not a flicker of fatigue, not a single crease of pain. Real ninjas.

And me? I feel like I ran from my village to Konoha and then back.

Genma frowned, his brow knitting just enough to show he wasn’t fooled.

"Hey, something wrong?" His eyes were honest. Too honest, actually, like he truly wanted to know what was tangled up inside me.

And then Kakashi turned his single visible eye toward me. His gaze was different, cold, calm, like he could slice through every messy thought swirling in my head.

I froze, caught between wanting to disappear and not knowing what to say. Here I was, the silly girl who sighs too much and complains too often, and now both of them were watching me like I was fragile glass ready to shatter.

Then Kakashi broke the silence. "We need to regain our strength." His voice was steady, no judgment, just cold practicality. "We need to find a safe spot, fast. Night’s coming, and there’s no time for distractions."

Thank you, Kakashi. For the first time, his dry words felt like a lifeline. I nodded, letting the moment of weakness slip away, and we keep moving forward, together.

Now, the three of us moved in sync, eyes constantly scanning the shadows and shapes around us. After what felt like wandering through an endless forest of identical trees, we finally stumbled on a spot that felt… right.

One tree had these wide leaves and low branches that stretched out, and thick greenery wrapped around it like a secret shield. Perfect. 

We dropped our packs with relief. I swear, the weight hitting the ground was the best sound I’d heard all day.

Little by little we got to work: sweeping the ground, laying out blankets, dividing up guard shifts.

When everything was set, we collapsed onto the ground.

The silence between us wasn’t the awkward kind, the one where you’re clutching for words. No, this was a quiet calm that felt natural with Kakashi.

Genma was a breath of fresh air, too. Easygoing, lighthearted, always ready to joke around.

I glanced between the two of them, and then the thought hit me.

Wait… didn’t they plan on eating?

Not a single ration had come out of either pack. No energy bars, no snacks, nothing. Really?

Genma caught the look on my face immediately.

"Princess, what’s wrong?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, his voice dripping with genuine curiosity.

“Why haven’t you taken out any food?” I said bluntly.

Genma gave me a knowing smile, like he’d been waiting for me to ask. But before he could say anything, Kakashi’s calm, almost monotone voice cut through the quiet.

“Carrying too much weight slows us down.” He said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing. “It compromises our mobility. We rely on resources if we need them. Our training allows us to get by with the bare minimum. It’s better to travel light and stay alert than to carry more weight and lose agility.”

I went quiet, letting his words sink in like a cold splash of water. Of course. It made perfect sense.

And there I was, carrying a backpack stuffed to the brim with carefully wrapped rice, dried fruit, and candy, like an overeager picnic planner.

Heat rushed to my cheeks, burning bright. Clearly, I still had a hell of a lot to learn about this ninja life.

Then Kakashi spoke again. His gaze wasn’t sharp or cold. It was… neutral, but there was something in it, attentive.

"But, Ayame,” He said, his voice dropping, softening into something almost kind. "If you want to eat, then eat. It’s normal not to know these things yet.”

The way he said yet wasn’t condescending. It was gentle.

And then, to my surprise, he smiled. I nodded, heart a little lighter, and carefully started pulling out the food I’d prepared.

I lifted the lid of my bento, and my eyes lit up. There they were: three tiny compartments, each a little world of carefully chosen flavors. My cheeks flushed. I glanced up nervously. The two men were quietly watching, their faces unreadable. I decided to get ahead of the embarrassment before it consumed me completely.

"Umm… guys, I… I made food for the three of us.” I admitted, voice shrinking more than I wanted. “I wasn’t sure how prepared you’d be, so… I packed some extra. Sorry if it’s a hassle.”

I braced myself for a dry comment or a teasing laugh. Instead, Genma’s face lit up with a genuine smile.

"You actually made food for all of us? Thanks, Ayame! I can’t wait to see what you put together.”

Relief flooded me, loosening the tension in my shoulders. I sighed, setting the bento on our blanket and started explaining.

"In the first section… grilled chicken. Tender, juicy, no frying or sweet sauces, nice and clean.”

I glanced at Kakashi. “That one’s for you, boss. Hope you like it.”

He said nothing at first, but held my gaze a beat longer than expected. Then a small nod...

"Second section’s white rice,” I continued, gaining a little confidence. "Soft and fluffy, with a sprinkle of toasted sesame seeds. I wasn’t sure what you liked, Genma, so I kept it simple.”

“Perfect, princess. Thank you,” He said warmly, and for a moment, I forgot how exhausting this mission was.

“And the last part… well, that’s mine.” I laughed softly, lifting a tiny bowl. “A little ramen. Starting to see why Naruto’s obsessed.”

I pulled out chopsticks and two small plates, carefully serving each portion.

"Enjoy,” I said, finally. No words were needed. Just the soft sounds of eating, the cool night air, and the distant snap of a branch.

When we finished eating, Kakashi took charge of the watch schedule.

“Ayame, you take the first watch." He said quietly, his tone calm but firm. "That way, you can rest better afterward. We need the doctor at one hundred percent.”

Genma took the last watch, the one where the first light of dawn filtered through the trees. Kakashi, naturally, took the middle watch, the most difficult one. Of course he did.

My watch was surprisingly quiet. My first watch as a ninja. And though it was only a simple vigil, it felt… exciting. New. Important.

I perched on a thick tree branch, high enough to see the camp below. I forced myself to stay sharp. Alert. Ready for anything.

I’m not strong like my mother, not yet. But I have something else. Something from the other side. From him.

I never talk about it. But it’s there.

When I was little, and this village hated me, when blows landed without reason and fear became routine, that’s when I found it. The wounds closing themselves. Skin knitting back like it never happened. Pain vanishing before it could even settle in my memory.

I have a special ability. Accelerated regeneration. My body heals faster than anyone’s, cuts, bruises, all fixed in seconds. Minutes if it’s bad. But no scars remain. It’s like my body refuses to break. Like it was built to endure, to keep fighting without surrender.

I didn’t get this by accident. My father… he experimented on himself. Chasing immortality, mastering biology, rewriting the rules of life. In the end, he made sure this evolution passed to me.

And that… well, that’s useful.

But it’s also a constant reminder.

Of who I am.

Of what I am.

So yeah. I’m not easy to defeat. Unless you were Kakashi. Because of course... getting lost in my own thoughts was apparently the quickest way to become a sitting target.

I felt him before I heard him, like a shadow sliding through the air, soft and silent. Then his voice, low, deep, brushed against my ear, a whisper that made my skin prickle.

“Ayame... what if I were a threat? If you’re careless like that, someone’s going to hurt you.”

I froze. His presence was too close. He didn't touch me, but I felt the warmth of his body behind me. Separated by a very short distance, his head tilted until I felt his hair prick my skin and his serene breath brush the back of my neck.

Embarrassment hit me like a tidal wave. I spun around, forcing my trembling hands to steady, and met his eyes.

“You’re right. Damn it…" I looked away, hiding my burning cheeks behind my hand. “I got distracted. Sorry, Kakashi.”

He sighed, didn’t step back. His hands slid into his pockets.

“You don’t have to apologize, Doc.” He said softly. “I just want you to take care of yourself.”

Those words hit me harder than I expected. Not just correction, real concern. Coming from him, it almost made the tension melt away.

I planted my hands on my hips and tried to lighten the mood.

“But hey, relax, I’m strong, Kakashi.” I smiled like that would push away the shadows around us.

Instead, his expression darkened. His gaze drifted into a painful place, like a memory rising from the depths. 

“I’ve seen stronger people lose their lives.” The weight behind those words shoved me back a step.

His voice wasn’t angry, just bitter. Laden with scars I hadn’t noticed before. I lowered my head, fists clenched tight.

“I’m sorry. You’re right... This world’s harsh. I’ll do what I can to get better.”

I didn't know what else to say. Nothing seemed enough. His sigh came out heavier this time. He walked away without a word, sitting down beside the rough trunk with one knee bent and his hand resting loosely on it.

“That’s enough, Doc. Now go to sleep. We need to be ready for tomorrow.”

His voice was low but carried the unmistakable tone of command. I nodded, aching to say more. But his order was clear.

"See you tomorrow.” I whispered, turning to leap down from the branch.

But then his voice stopped me.

“Doc...”

I froze. My heart clenched tight, breath caught.

“Thanks for the food. I really liked mine.”

It took a moment for his words to land, but when they did, warmth spread through me.

I smiled, shy and raw. “No fried or sweet stuff. Glad you liked it. That was the plan.”

We stood there suspended in that moment. His gaze held mine, like he wanted to say more, but the shadows around him held his secrets tight.

Knowing he wasn't going to continue the conversation, I decided to leave. I gave him a soft smile and quietly climbed down, settling in to finally fall asleep.

But his voice... the warmth of his watchful gaze... lingered long after the world went dark.

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New day, new adventure.

And yes, I was in a much better mood than yesterday. Why? Because I'm on a mission with Kakashi. The guy who, against all odds, is my friend. And Genma? Genma is a sweetheart. Good teammates, both of them.

Last night I slept surprisingly well. The floor wasn't even remotely cozy, but somehow, I managed to fall asleep. When I finally woke up, I stretched, arms reaching high, fingers grazing the sky, and let out a long, satisfying sigh. A wide, bright grin bloomed on my face. That grin, caught their attention immediately.

“Well, someone woke up on the right side of the bed.” Genma teased, standing up with smooth grace, adjusting his clothes with casual ease.

I squinted at him, my lips twisting into a mischievous smile.

“You bet, dear teammate! And don’t worry, I’ll eat fast, I know you two only eat when survival absolutely demands it.”

Genma chuckled as he scratched the back of his head.

"Relax, princess. We do eat breakfast.” He winked and settled back on the ground, searching through his pack.

I nodded sagely and plopped down next to him, embracing my doctor side, because yes, there's more to me than just sunshine and sass.

"Exactly, Genma. Breakfast is essential. Especially for warriors like the two of you. When you sleep, your body uses up stored energy. Eating early replenishes that energy, giving your brain and muscles the fuel they need to work fast and hard. Without it, your reflexes slow, your concentration fades, and your stamina decreases. And that's the last thing you want when you're on a mission. So breakfast isn't just a meal: it's what keeps your body and mind alert and ready for battle."

I lifted a finger like I was handing down wisdom from the ancient scrolls of ninja legend.

Then, I felt it. Kakashi, silent until now, finally turned his head. His only visible eye narrowed into a slow, almost shy smile. It was small. So small you could miss it if you blinked. But to me? It landed right in the middle of my chest.

“You’re right, Doc. Smart girl." Kakashi said casually, his voice low and smooth.

Please don’t blush. Please don’t blush. It was just a compliment. Not like I was some hormonal teenager like Ino or Sakura. Pull it together, Ayame.

“Thank you, Kakashi.” I said, forcing a casual smile that barely hid the heat rising to my cheeks. “And you? Aren’t you going to eat?”

I glanced at his backpack and saw he hadn't taken much out, just an energy bar. Really?

I didn't just look at him, I judged him. Raising a disapproving eyebrow, I sighed and reached into my backpack and pulled out some food: rice balls with a bit of fruit in the middle. If he's not going to eat well, I'll make sure he does. It's my duty as a doctor.

"Here, you should eat more than that energy bar. And don’t act like you can’t cook, I know you’re a good cook.”

The warm scent of the food mixed with the fresh forest air as I handed it over. Kakashi accepted it with a slight, almost amused smile.

Genma’s chewing slowed, and he tilted his head, one eyebrow rising as his eyes shifted between me and Kakashi.

"Ayame, relax. I’ll eat whatever you want.” He winked as he bit into the rice ball, and I felt my cheeks heat up.

No, you’re just imagining things, I told myself, trying to shake off the fluttering feeling in my chest.

I turned back to my own food, the flavors richer now that I wasn’t the only one eating properly.

But of course, Genma wasn’t done yet. “How do you know Kakashi’s a good cook?” He asked, his voice casual but carrying an edge.

The question landed heavy in the quiet forest air. Maybe in any other situation, he wouldn’t have dared to ask. But Genma liked me, and curiosity was impossible to hide when you cared about someone.

I got it. I understood. But now, the problem was: how the hell do I answer that?

Before I could even open my mouth, Kakashi cut in, calm and steady as always. "Ayame’s already tasted my cooking, Genma. We get along better than you think.”

Great. The more I got to know this man, the more convinced I became that I didn’t understand him at all. Was that supposed to be an answer? Or was he just messing with us? Because, of course, he wore that infuriatingly innocent smile.

He said it sweetly, but if my mom wasn’t the queen of passive aggressive remarks, I might have missed it. But then, I noticed the way Kakashi’s hand tightened just a little around the bento box I’d handed him. That subtle squeeze was the real story.

My face froze, shock, surprise, a sudden rush of heat flooding my cheeks.

I glanced sideways at Genma. What was he thinking?

And then I saw it. Genma's smile, sharp, dangerous, with one eyebrow raised, fixed on Kakashi as if they were sizing each other up.

Were they… challenging each other? Oh, Hashirama, this is a mission. We have to get along.

"Alright, alright, I get it now.” Genma said with a sly wink at Kakashi.

I shifted nervously, my eyes darting back and forth between the two men. Kakashi said nothing, calm as ever. Genma smiled at me briefly and dove back into his meal. Kakashi did the same. I decided to follow their lead, swallowing the flutter of nerves that hadn’t quite settled.

When we finished, the silence that settled was thick. At least for me, it was painfully uncomfortable.

Kakashi finally stood, stretching his long legs with effortless grace, then held out his hand. "Come on, Doc. Time to move.”

I blinked, a little surprised by the gesture. But there was no hesitation, no second thoughts, when I reached out and took his hand.

Genma stood as well, and we packed up quickly. The three of us started moving forward through the forest. Genma and Kakashi walked side by side up front, while I trailed a few steps behind.

The path stretched before us endlessly, just like yesterday, with towering trees standing like silent sentinels on either side, their branches intertwined. The air was fresh and still, heavy with the scent of damp earth and pine. Absolute peace pervaded the forest.

At one point, a sudden rustle in the undergrowth caught my attention: a small squirrel darting brown among the fallen leaves. Honestly, that was the most exciting thing we'd had on the entire walk so far. Too quiet for my liking.

Boredom was setting in.

So why not cheer things up a bit with some light conversation? Maybe even glean something useful, at least for me, to improve my ninja skills.

I picked up my pace, slipping between Kakashi and Genma until I was walking right in the middle of them.

“Kakashi, Genma." I called out, voice bright and hopeful. “Since I’m just starting out as a medical ninja, I want to work on my speed and reflexes, so I can react fast on missions. What kind of training would you recommend?”

I looked back and forth between them, eager for answers.

Genma cracked a warm smile first.

"Improving speed and reflexes isn't just about running or exercising," Genma began in a calm but confident tone. "You need to train your mind and body simultaneously. For example, reaction exercises like catching unpredictably thrown kunai or practicing movements in close quarters to master your balance. Training with distractions is also key, so you can stay focused even when chaos surrounds you."

Genma’s answer had me speechless. Wow. That was thorough. I beamed with excitement.

“Wow, Genma, that’s seriously useful! I’ll definitely keep that in mind, thank you so much!”

I honestly felt like a sponge, soaking up every bit of advice from these seasoned warriors. Of course, they’d be amazing teachers for a rookie like me.

Just then, Kakashi cleared his throat, so I turned toward him.

He looked at me with that slight, almost knowing smile before he spoke.

“Genma’s right about the basics.” He said slowly, “But there’s something most people overlook: anticipation. It’s not just about reacting quickly, it’s about reading the environment and your opponent to predict their moves before they happen. That comes from practice and experience, learning to spot patterns and details others miss. So besides honing your reflexes and speed, stay aware of everything around you, even the smallest things. That awareness can give you the edge you need in any mission.”

Of course Kakashi was right too. That was a whole other level of insight. I smiled genuinely, feeling even more excited.

“Kakashi, absolutely. You’re so right. That’s super helpful too, thank you!”

I bumped his shoulder with my elbow and gave him a cheeky wink. He returned it with a small, knowing smile.

Genma wasn’t done yet, so I shifted my attention back to him.

"Well, Kakashi, that anticipation thing sounds great… I guess with your Sharingan, it’s a bit easier for you, huh? But for our little ‘princess’ here, I think it’s more practical to train something that actually gives her an advantage right now.”

Oh… well, Genma had a solid point. Sure, Kakashi’s Sharingan gave him a major edge in reading moves, but I could definitely work on what he said too. I was about to jump in when Kakashi beat me to it.

“You’ve got a solid point, Genma. But remember, every ninja walks their own path to the top. The key is finding the training that strengthens you most. If focusing on what gives you the edge right now works for you, then that’s the right path. The Sharingan doesn’t make the ninja, it’s the will and dedication behind it.”

He finished, locking eyes with me, and I won’t lie, I felt a spark of something warm at that moment.

I smiled, feeling a new surge of energy. "Thank you both, Kakashi and Genma. Your advice helped me a lot in figuring out where to start and what I need to work on. I promise to train hard and be ready to protect you when needed."

They both smiled back, but then Genma’s grin grew sly. "I trust you, princess. Remember, a complete ninja knows when to attack, and when to charm… and I know you’ve got both.”

Despite my best efforts, my cheeks flushed hot. I hadn’t expected that at all.

Gotta give Genma credit though, he’s stubborn when it comes to trying to win me over. He told me once he wouldn’t give up easily.

But before I could even find the words to reply, Kakashi was already firing back.

“Genma, charming words, as always. Though I think a complete ninja also learns when to retreat when the battle is lost. But don’t worry, that’s just a minor detail that tends to get forgotten… Just another piece of advice."

A lost battle, huh?

Interesting words coming from him.

I arched an eyebrow, scrutinizing his face.

He just smiled, a mix of mischief and something unreadable.

I glanced at Genma, who chuckled softly, clearly entertained and impressed by Kakashi’s reply.

But he said no more, letting the moment fade.

The silence stretched between us. I decided to break it. “Guys, I’ll definitely be asking for more advice later. Thanks for everything.”

They nodded in agreement, and I stepped back a few paces, falling into my place behind them.

First breakfast, now this…

Was this mission turning into a battlefield of sly remarks and double meanings?

Did Kakashi see me as more than just a friend?

Or maybe he just had an ego the size of the Hidden Leaf Village?

I wasn’t sure.

For now, silence felt safer, better to avoid another round of verbal sparring.

After hours of walking through narrow, tangled paths, the dense forest finally opened like a secret door, revealing a hidden lake. Its surface was a flawless mirror, reflecting the forest's dance of light and shadow. 

The place, a landscape of moss and wildflowers. The lake, a peaceful respite amidst the chaos.

I could almost hear the gentle murmur of the water, inviting me to enter. My muscles ached from walking so much already; I needed it.

I glanced at Kakashi and Genma, their eyes quietly meeting mine with unspoken understanding.

“Ayame, Genma, we should take advantage of this." Kakashi’s voice was calm but firm. "Rest for a few minutes, bathe before we continue. Once we cross into prison territory, I don’t know how long it’ll take to take control. Better to recharge now.”

Genma nodded, his gaze scanning the shadows beyond the trees, alert yet relaxed.

"You’re right. Princess, you go first. We’ll keep watch."

My heart lifted at the offer. A brief respite like this was a gift. Both of them going in opposite directions to guard the place, giving me the necessary privacy.

I took off my uniform, and the fabric fell away to reveal my pale skin. The cool air brushed against me, raising goosebumps. Then I took off my underwear as well. I took a step forward, digging my toes into the soft, muddy shore.

The water embraced me instantly, a cool, tender caress that chased away the weariness. It wasn't cold enough to shiver, but it was enough to relax. I tied my hair back in a loose, messy bun, feeling the drops trickle down my shoulders. Leaning back, I buried my head in the water and closed my eyes, enjoying the silence, broken only by the distant chirping of birds and the soft rustling of leaves.

Every aching muscle, every trace of exhaustion, seemed to melt beneath the gentle waves. I breathed deeply, savoring the fresh air.

Then, footsteps broke the silence. If it hadn't been one of the boys, I would have jumped, my heart pounding. But it was Kakashi. I opened one eye, my confidence firm, until I saw his face. Serious. Alert. Every muscle tense with concentration.

"What’s going on?”

“Sorry to interrupt, but I detected suspicious movement near the perimeter. You need to get out of the water. We have to move.” His tone was sharp, urgent, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

Still, I couldn’t help the soft pout curling my lips.

“Already? Just when I was starting to relax…” I teased him with a playful smile, trying to break the weight in the air.

He exhaled slowly, the faintest sigh. “Danger doesn’t wait. Come on, Ayame, don’t be stubborn.”

He arched a brow, sharp and commanding.

I let out an exaggerated sigh, frustration bubbling up, but beneath it, a mischievous spark took hold.

“Oh, but I’m naked, Kakashi. If I come out now, you’ll see everything.” I laughed, soft and teasing, voice dripping with playful challenge.

His one visible eye narrowed, darkening with intense, deep concentration. Despite the sternness of his tone, I could feel his shoulders relaxing.

He approached slowly until he was crouching down and standing right in front of me. I turned completely to look at him directly, aware of how the water barely covered my breasts, exposing more than it should.

His gaze lowered, stopping right where I wanted it, staring at my curves.

A mischievous smile spread across my lips. "Though, of course, it’s nothing you haven’t seen or felt before.”

He let out a low, husky laugh, his head shaking like he was both amused and defeated.

“Oh, Ayame… That’s not very friendly of you. What happened to just being my friend?”

He lowered his voice, a whisper with an undertone of mocking threat, playful but authoritative. I felt the air thicken between us, as if the world had narrowed to just the two of us.

"You’re right… but you’re still not turning your back. What, do you want me to get out of the water?”

My voice came out low, deep, dripping with promises more than words. Each syllable slowed, dragging with a seduction I wasn’t even trying to hide.

His gaze locked on me, darkening, sinking into something raw and dangerous.

A thick silence fell between us.

Then his voice broke the quiet, rough, low.

“Get out.”

Heat exploded across my skin, burning my cheeks and spreading in waves all over my body. My feet moved on their own. I stepped out of the lake slowly.

Kakashi stood there, his gaze never leaving me, scrutinizing every curve, every inch of my bare skin. That intensity sent shivers down my spine.

His hand descended, firm and sure, caressing my arm, moving up slowly, until it rested on my neck, squeezing hard, but not hurting. I couldn't move. I didn't want to move. His touch on my skin had me completely under his control.

His other hand lifted my chin, making me look at him, while the one squeezing my neck pulled me toward him, erasing the last inch of space between us. My breasts pressed against his chest.

His hand firmly held my waist then, squeezing my skin tightly. Hard enough for me to moan at that moment.

His other hand brushed my cheek until a single finger rested on my lower lip, gently tugging at it, inviting me to open my mouth.

My lips trembled, my breathing was shallow and ragged, my face red and agitated, the world reduced to his touch and the closeness that enveloped us.

Kakashi chuckled low.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear, his warm breath hitting me like a flame that made my nipples harden even more, aching against his body.

“Change, Ayame. We have to go.”

The command was curt, almost indifferent.

But I wasn’t surprised.

So I let out a soft, genuine laugh, a little sound full of warmth and lightness that caught him completely off guard. He turned slowly toward me, his eye narrowing just a fraction as he tried to understand what had me smiling like that.

I felt my heart flutter as I reached up, my fingers curling gently around the back of his neck, feeling the faint warmth of his skin beneath my touch.

"One day, you’re going to stop fighting it. I just know you will.” I closed the small distance between us, my breath mingling with his. 

He didn’t pull away. Instead, he held my gaze with that familiar smile.

“Ah, but Ayame, the true strength of a ninja is the discipline to resist temptation. That’s an important lesson for you, too.”

He winked, and I couldn’t help but laugh again, a bright, teasing laugh that felt like a secret shared only between us.

“Maybe ninjas have discipline, but this ninja has patience."

I took a step back, a confident smile playing on my lips as I started to get dressed.

He turned away, giving me more privacy to change. The playful spark between us gradually softened into something more tender and real. Just as I finished, he said something that made my chest tighten with a sweet, unexpected warmth.

“Doc, your patience with me… it’s more than a virtue. It’s an act of courage, one I don’t know if I deserve.” He let out a soft sigh.

I smiled, fully dressed now, and moved closer again, folding my arms across my chest as I looked up at him with all the kindness I could muster.

“You don’t have to be perfect to deserve patience, Kakashi. Everyone carries scars.”

The surprise in his eye made my heart skip a beat. He hadn’t expected to hear that.

I let out a quiet laugh, soft and warm.

"Jiraiya once told me that scars, especially the invisible ones, are proof that we survived, not that we failed.”

Kakashi didn’t say anything, but I could tell he heard me. Felt it, maybe even believed it a little.

After a gentle silence, he finally spoke, voice calm and steady.

“Let’s find Genma.”

I nodded, feeling a small spark between us, a tiny, fragile thread of something real beginning to silently weave itself together.

He bent down, picked up my backpack from the floor, and reached out to give it to me.

“Thanks.”

But instead of handing it over, he dangled it just out of reach, making me reach out and laugh softly. "Hey! Don’t toy with me.”

"No wonder you're tired, Ayame. What's inside? The entire Icha Icha collection?" He winked, his eye sparkling with that familiar mischievous glow.

I shot him a sideways glance, pretending to be annoyed but couldn’t stop the smile creeping up. “Very funny, Kakashi. It’s just food, more than I probably should’ve brought. But I’m past being embarrassed about it.”

Kakashi gave me back my backpack and then opened his own.

"Lighten your load a bit. Put food in my backpack. That way, you'll feel lighter."

I sighed, feeling the mix of frustration and fondness for his words bubbling inside me. “Might as well just throw it all away.”

But when I unzipped my bag, his teasing smile faded into something softer, almost protective.

“That food you made with all your care? No way I’m letting that go. You said you made it so I’d like it. Now I have to try it.”

I nodded with a small smile, trying to hide how his words touched my heart.

We left the lake behind. When we found Genma waiting for us, Kakashi walked beside me with that calm, steady presence I'd come to respect more than I expected.

The three of us moved forward together, as the forest gradually closed in around us, now denser and darker, indicating that we were near the mission.

Chapter Text

So, to recap the mission: sneak into an underground prison and rescue the poor souls trapped for those twisted experiments. Just thinking about it sent a cold shiver crawling down my spine. At least part of the plan was to burn that place to the ground. Leave nothing but ashes so no one ever suffers like that again. I just hoped we’d get to everyone in time. 

“Ayame...”

Kakashi’s voice sliced through my spiraling thoughts. I blinked. He was watching me, silently.

“You alright?”

I forced a smile. Soft. Warm. Convincing. Or at least, I hoped it was.

“Yeah. Just thinking about the people trapped down there.”

Genma glanced over, eyes calm but concerned. “Don’t worry, Ayame. We’ll fix this.”

My face must’ve said too much. Maybe I looked too serious. And the last thing I wanted was to slow them down with my feelings. So, I did what I always did best.

"Wow, no ‘Doc’ or ‘Princess’?” I teased, pouting just enough to sound offended.

My tone was light, playful, a little dramatic for effect. There was a pause, then Genma chuckled.

“Haha, you’re right... Princess.” He flashed me that lazy, crooked grin and turned back toward the road.

We took a few more steps before a small village emerged ahead. Genma’s easy smile vanished as he cast a sharp glance at Kakashi, his voice dropping to a low warning.

“That village is far too close to the prison, Kakashi. We need to check it out.”

Kakashi gave a single, measured nod. With that, the three of us pressed forward.

As I reached the outskirts of the village, a chill ran down my spine. The houses were collapsed and broken. The walls showed deep cracks. The window frames were shattered. There was no sign of life. Not a ray of light. Only the dull echo of a place long abandoned.

Then, suddenly, a sharp noise shattered the silence.

Kakashi and Genma snapped into position, senses razor-sharp, muscles taut and ready for any threat.

But from the dust, a figure emerged. A young woman, slender and wild haired. Her clothes were worn and patched. But it was her eyes that held me, wide, dark, and empty. She watched us with a careful mixture of curiosity and distrust, not fear, but not trust either.

Kakashi and Genma relaxed slightly. There was something about her that said she wasn’t a threat.

The young woman fixed her gaze on us, and despite the desolation that clung to every corner of her world, her voice emerged steady, almost defiantly.

“What do you want? Why are you in my village?” Her words hung heavily in the air.

Kakashi and Genma exchanged a quick glance. I stepped forward, lowering my voice to something softer. I needed her to understand we weren’t here to threaten.

“My name is Ayame. We don’t want to cause trouble. We just want to help."

Kakashi and Genma remained silent, granting me the space to speak, their presence steady and watchful.

She sighed, a sound thick with exhaustion. "I doubt you’ll bring more problems than the ones we already have.”

Her eyes locked with mine, and a sharp pang settled deep in my chest. Her sorrow was raw and palpable.

“Is there anything we can do?” I asked. “Anything you need, you don’t have to face this alone.”

For a brief moment, uncertainty flickered in her gaze, as if debating whether to trust us.

She shook her head slowly, her voice heavy with quiet despair.

"I don’t think there’s anything anyone can do. No one can undo what’s been done here. The horror that destroyed my village…it’s permanent. I wish it weren’t.”

Her words settled over us. My fists clenched at my sides, I couldn’t let her surrender to that darkness.

“Please.” I urged, stepping closer. "Don’t give up. Hope is the only thing that carries us forward, even in the darkest times.”

I met her eyes, my conviction unwavering. "Tell me what happened. Tell us. We’re stronger than you think. And we will help you carry this burden.”

She sighed again, a soft, reluctant breath, before finally nodding. “Alright." She said quietly. “Follow me.”

With that, she turned and started walking. I glanced back at Kakashi and Genma; both nodded once, before falling into step behind me.

The girl led us carefully through the ruins until we reached one of the houses, perhaps the least lifeless among them.

She opened the door and gestured for us to enter. Inside, the space was cleaner than I expected. Humble, yes, but warm and inviting, a fragile contrast to the village’s desolation.

“Welcome to my home” She said softly, settling into a chair beside a small dining table at the room’s center.

I moved closer and took a seat opposite her. Kakashi and Genma sat down too, forming a quiet circle around the table.

“Alright, tell us everything. Come on,” I urged gently.

“My name is Hikaru." She said, pressing her fists tightly against the worn wooden table, knuckles white with tension. “I’m one of the few survivors left here. This village wasn’t always like this. Not long ago, it was vibrant, full of color and life... until Masaru came.”

The mere mention of his name ignited a flicker of fury across her face. Suddenly, her eyes welled with tears she couldn’t hold back. Without thinking, I reached out, placing a gentle hand on her arm and squeezing softly, a silent reassurance.

“Hey, it’s okay.” I whispered, hoping to soothe the tremble in her voice and hands.

"Masaru destroyed everything." Hikaru said, the pain etched deep into her words. "But the worst part… he began kidnapping people. One by one, they vanished from the village. I don’t know where they are, if they’re still alive, or what horrors they’ve endured… But they keep coming, whenever they can, taking someone new each time.”

Her voice cracked. "That’s why the rest of us hide.” She swallowed hard, eyes darting to mine, filled with raw fear and sorrow.

Before I could respond, Kakashi’s voice cut in, sharp and cold. “You say this man’s name is Masaru?”

She nodded silently. Kakashi exchanged a glance with Genma, then looked back at me.

“Ayame, I don’t know if you know this, but Masaru is the primary target of our mission, the one responsible for the prison.” My eyes widened in shock. At the same time, a fierce fire ignited deep inside me.

“So that bastard is the reason for all this? Right here, in Hikaru’s village?”

Genma nodded and turned back to the girl, who looked bewildered by our conversation. “Hikaru, we’re ninjas from Konoha. We’ve been assigned to take down that man and destroy the prison where the kidnapped people are being held. They’re still alive, just prisoners.”

Genma offered her a kind, reassuring smile. I chose to leave out the part about the experiments, there would be time for that later. For now, I didn’t want to add more pain to her already shattered heart.

Then, without warning, she broke. I froze, startled by the sudden flood of emotion.

“Ninjas…? You’ve come to save us?” Her voice trembled, as tears streamed down her face.

Without thinking, I pulled her into a hug. “It’s okay. We’re going to fix this. We will save your people.”

Her arms clung to me like a lifeline, shaking uncontrollably, as if holding on was the only thing keeping her from falling apart.

“They took my fiancé!” She sobbed, and I felt a sting as one tear slipped silently down my own cheek.

"Hikaru, I’m so sorry,” I whispered as I held her tighter.

I glanced sideways at Kakashi, his mask hiding a flash of profound sorrow. Genma’s eyes were heavy with the same grief, silently mourning with us.

Minutes stretched, slow and suffocating, until finally she loosened her grip. I brushed the damp trail from her cheek and forced the most genuine smile I could muster.

“We’ll defeat that bastard. Tear that hellhole down. We will bring your people back.”

She nodded, fragile hope flickering in the shadow of her fear. “But how? How do you get inside? Nobody here knows where the prison is."

She was right. We were stumbling blindly into the dark.

“We sneak in,” Kakashi said, voice low. "We let them capture us. That’s the plan.”

Genma gave a nod of agreement.

She stared at us as if we’d lost our minds.

"But Masaru is a monster." Hikaru warned, panic seeping into her voice.

“We’re stronger,” I spat back, voice low and steady, every word laced with stubborn defiance.

Her eyes locked onto us. “Really? That strong?” Her disbelief hung in the air.

I stepped forward, voice calm but weighted with promise. "Hikaru, with these two by your side, you’re safe. And I’m no fragile flower, either.”

“Calm down, Hikaru. Now, we wait for that bastard to show his face." Kakashi said.

Genma turned to her next. “We’ll need to blend in. Change our clothes. Can you help with that?”

Her eyes burned with determination as she nodded sharply. "Whatever you need. I’ll do everything I can.”

I smirked, the sharp edge of my confidence cutting through the tension. “Good. We’re coming for them. They won’t know what hit them.”

Hikaru moved to a drawer and pulled out clothes. “These are my fiancé’s. Tall and strong like you, they should fit.”

Kakashi accepted the garments quietly.

"And for you,” She said, turning to me, “Something of mine. Might be tight. Sorry.”

I smiled, cheeks flushing with awkward gratitude. "Don’t worry, Hikaru. By the way, these are Kakashi and Genma. I forgot to introduce them.”

“Nice to meet you.” She smiled at them politely.

One by one, we peeled off our ninja gear, tossing our Konoha headbands aside. I was last. Standing in front of Hikaru’s bedroom mirror, I eyed my outfit, a long cream skirt paired with a white blouse that showed way more cleavage than I was comfortable admitting. A warm flush crept up my cheeks.

“Well, this is definitely... different." I muttered, half amused, half mortified.

Before I could drown in my own awkwardness, Kakashi’s voice floated in from the doorway, smooth and teasing.

“Too sexy to get captured.”

He stepped inside, silver hair tousled, that one visible eye flashing with mischief above his mask.

I smirked, turning to meet that teasing gaze. Damn, he looked good.

“You're not bad either." I shot back, closing the distance between us.

“Hikaru and Genma are waiting in the living room. You’re taking your sweet time” Kakashi said, voice low, not stepping back, letting me close in just like I wanted.

“Then let’s go. Can’t have them getting suspicious." I replied, voice dripping with playful challenge.

His eye crinkled in amusement, and with a slow, deliberate wink, he teased. “Ayame, there’s nothing suspicious about two mission partners... right?”

He spun away, leaving me grinning and shaking my head.

"Oh, Kakashi,” I whispered, stepping out with a little sway in my hips.

"Looking beatiful, princess!” Genma greeted me the moment I entered, that familiar teasing grin spreading across his face and making my cheeks red.

Hikaru threw me a genuine smile, the first real one since we’d arrived. Small victories, right?

"Alright, let’s eat. Hikaru, you have to try my amazing cooking!” I announced, digging through my pack.

She gave me a shy, almost disbelieving look.

“No, please, that’s yours. How could you?” She murmured softly.

Seriously? How was this girl still being kind after everything? I shook my head and plopped down at the table.

“Come on, don’t be stubborn. This is for everyone. Besides, refusing my cooking? That’s just rude." I said with a grin.

She sighed, finally opening the bento in front of her.

We ate together and then, she glanced up at me, and in that brief look, I caught a flicker of gratitude that made my chest tighten.

“So?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

"Ayame, this is delicious. Your partner must be so lucky to have you." She said softly. "My fiancé cooks for me." She added, eyes brightening, “And you’re just as amazing as he is.”

"Glad you like it. But, not everyone’s been so lucky in the love department,” I teased, looking away. "So far, the only people who’ve enjoyed my cooking are my mom and a couple of coworkers. Maybe someday.” I finished with a cheeky wink.

"Sorry, ninja life is different. But hey, you’ll find the right one someday." Hikaru said.

Genma piped up, that sly grin creeping across his face. “For sure. Ayame will find hers, maybe closer than she thinks.”

Hikaru blinked, and I felt a warm rush hit my cheeks. Kakashi’s visible eye crinkled, like he was holding back a smile.

“If the right guy had to compete with Genma, he’d have a hell of a time. This dude never quits, even if he should,” Kakashi said, deadpan but sharp.

I rolled my eyes. Here we go again. This mission was shaping up to be a never-ending roast session.

Then Hikaru laughed, a full, genuine laugh that made something inside me loosen. I couldn’t help but smile back.

“Thanks, guys. It’s been a while since I actually had fun. Since I laughed for real.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. We all turned to her, then my gaze locked with Kakashi and Genma’s. My face grew serious, determination flaring.

Genma shot me a grin. "I know what you’re thinking, princess. And yeah, we’re gonna beat that bastard to hell.”

That made me grin wide, a fierce fire sparking deep inside. “Oh, we definitely will.”

We finished our meal in comfortable silence. Hikaru begged us to take her bed, but after a little back-and-forth, we convinced her we’d be fine on the floor. We settled wherever we could in the living room.

Lying there, the weight of everything, pain, loss, hope, pressed heavy on my chest. But beneath it all was a steady, fierce pulse of determination.

We were here. We weren’t backing down.

Chapter Text

Morning arrived. I woke up before Kakashi and Genma, careful not to wake them, and left the room. I tiptoed to the kitchen. Hikaru was already there, sitting in an old chair next to an empty wooden bookshelf, her hands clasped gently in her lap.

"Good morning," I whispered.

She answered me with a slight smile and motioned for me to follow her. We left the house through the back door. When we arrived, I found myself facing a sad sight. It was a garden... that was no longer a garden. The earth was cracked and dry, littered with scattered stones. Nothing grew there anymore, only the ghost of what had been. Hikaru looked around, then at me; her eyes reflected a silent storm.

"I used to have flowers here." She said, her voice soft. "I kept them alive for years. Haru liked the look of them: bright, soft, clean."

Her words faltered, her voice slightly trembling. “He said they made this house look like it had a heart. And then... they took him… dragged him out.” She whispered, her voice shaking. “I didn’t scream. I didn’t fight. I just stood there… like a coward.” 

She clenched her hands tightly, her knuckles pale. “And after that… I stopped watering the garden. I let it die. I let it rot. Thought maybe someone would notice. Maybe someone would understand what they’d taken from me. But no one came.”

I stepped closer, forcing a soft smile, the kind you give when words aren’t enough. “Hikaru… it’s okay to stop trying. You’re human, not a shrine.”

Surprise flickered across her face.

“This garden isn’t dead." I said quietly. “It’s just sleeping. Flowers don’t bloom back overnight. But you… you’re still here.”

She let out a shaky breath. “I don’t know if I can fix it. Or if I even deserve to.”

I nudged her gently with my elbow, playful but kind.

“You do! Sometimes people just forget how damn strong they really are. But that’s why you’ve got me, to remind you.”

A soft laugh escaped me. A quiet moment between us... until Kakashi's voice broke in.

"Good morning, girls."

I turned around quickly, putting my hand to my chest, his presence, I have to admit, had taken me by surprise.

"Good morning, Kakashi!" My cheeks burned with embarrassment.

He just grinned that lazy, faint smile of his and raised both hands.

“You gotta keep those ninja reflexes sharp, Ayame."

He winked, then slipped back inside. I let out a long, exasperated sigh, cheeks still warm from the surprise, and turned to face Hikaru. Arms crossed, one eyebrow raised.

“What?” I blurted, trying, and failing, to sound casual.

“Nothing. Just... you and Kakashi." She said, folding her arms tighter, clearly holding back a smirk.

I threw up my hands with a dramatic gesture. “Haha, what? No, pfft! It’s not like I like him that much, and he just has this ability to totally confuse me all the time.”

Okay, truth be told, I needed to get that off my chest.

“Oh...” She said softly, watching me with a calm, knowing look.

I stepped closer, dropping my voice to a whisper since Kakashi was still nearby.

“Hikaru, can I ask you something... personal?”

She nodded, eyes bright and expectant.

“How did you know Haru was the one? I’ve had boyfriends, liked some guys, but Kakashi...”

She interrupted me with a rapid-fire series of questions.

“Do you feel lighter when you see him? Smile like an idiot just thinking about him? Worry about what he’s feeling?”

I blinked, caught off guard by the bluntness. Then I gave a reluctant, honest nod.

“Yes, yes, yes… damn it!” I groaned, shaking my head. “I’m a total mess, aren’t I?”

Hikaru laughed, soft and warm.

“That’s not a mess, Ayame. That’s the real deal. Yesterday, when Genma was making his move, I saw how Kakashi looked at you. He’s got you written all over his face.”

Her words wrapped around me like a comforting hug, but still, the knot in my chest tightened.

“Honestly? Things have happened between Kakashi and me. We’re okay now, but I’m scared. Scared he’ll regret it, that he shut me out."

It was the fear I’d been carrying since that dinner. Saying it aloud made it feel less like some looming monster.

Hikaru’s voice softened, but her words were fierce.

“Sometimes, true courage is sticking around, even when you’re scared they’ll leave. Your patience might just be the key to breaking down those walls he’s built. Don’t ever underestimate how much just being there means.”

Well, that really got to me. My chest tightened, my cheeks flushed with a new kind of courage.

“Thank you, Hikaru. Really.”

Just then, a sudden, sharp crash shattered the calm.

We locked eyes, frozen in place as Genma and Kakashi silently appeared at the back door. Their faces were tight, rigid, no words were needed. The unspoken urgency hung thick in the air.

I glanced at Hikaru. Her pale face and wide, terrified eyes confirmed every terrible thought racing through my mind.

Without a word, I stepped toward the front door, Kakashi and Genma close behind. The distant sounds outside, spelled nothing but danger.

“Hikaru…” I murmured softly, trying to ground her, to pull her back from the edge. “We have to leave. Now.”

But she was rooted to the spot, frozen as if time itself had stopped around her. The weight of her panic pressed down on us like a storm cloud.

I knew exactly who waited out there.

Masaru.

The ruthless nightmare who’d torn this place apart, the target of our mission, the source of Hikaru’s deepest pain.

We exchanged one last look, silent.

This was it.

Now or never.

The moment to slip into the lion’s den had arrived.

“Let’s go.” I said sharply, pushing the door open just enough to slip through.

And there he was.

Tall. Brutal. Mounted on a black horse. His armor, blackened and stained with dried blood and mud, clung to his scarred frame like a second skin. His face, carved by cruelty itself, bore jagged scars.

Around him, his soldiers formed a wall. Armed to the teeth, their faces were hard as stone, eyes empty of mercy, ready to obey any savage command without hesitation.

Suddenly, Masaru’s gaze snapped to me.

And then, that twisted, wicked smile slowly spread across his lips.

A smile that promised pain.

Masaru moved with deliberate, terrifying calm. Without hesitation, Kakashi and Genma stepped forward, their bodies solid shields between me and him.

Then, Masaru’s voice erupted: “Got two husbands, whore?”

My breath hitched, every muscle tensed. Kakashi and Genma inhaled sharply, holding back their own storms.

Masaru’s cruel command cut through the air: "Seize them! Don’t let them escape.”

We had no choice. We let them capture us.

But before they yanked me away, I caught Masaru closing in, that sick, twisted smile curling at the edges of his lips.

His hand shot out, rough and unforgiving, grabbing my chin and yanking my head up so I couldn’t look away.

"Haven’t seen this sweet fruit before,” he hissed, voice thick with menace. “This village’s still got juice left to squeeze.”

Revulsion and fear crept under my skin, a shiver running through me as his grip tightened.

They dragged us, chained and humiliated. Finally, we reached the mouth of the prison: a fissure in the earth, a black mouth that swallowed every last glimmer of light.

Masaru dismounted from his horse. His cold eyes scanned us, calculating, before he commanded without mercy: “Lock the three of them in a cell.”

And that's what they did, they led us around the prison, until they finally shoved us into a cell, slamming our bodies against the cold stone, but not before finally freeing us from those annoying chains.

My wrists screamed, raw and bruised where the chains squeezed them deeply; every movement was a fresh surge of pain.

“Holding up, princess?” Genma’s voice was soft.

I forced a shaky smile.“Chakra will fix this. Don’t worry. Want me to patch you up too?”

“Nope. Save it all for yourself. You’re the heart of this mess.” Genma's voice hardened.

I swallowed hard. "I don’t know how long I’ll last with that bastard Masaru breathing down our necks. There’s something rotten about him... sickening.” A bitter, nervous laugh slipped past my lips.

Kakashi’s voice cut through the tension. “You’re not getting hurt.”

I nodded, but my trembling hands told a different truth. Not exactly ninja behavior, but Masaru was a storm I wasn’t ready to face.

Kakashi stepped closer, breath hot and rough against my skin. His hand closed firmly around my chin. “Calm down. Focus. For the mission. For all of us. I’ve said it, nothing’s going to happen to you.”

Then Genma snapped.“It’s okay to be scared. You saw the way that bastard looked at her. You know what men like him do, what they are.”

Well, I have to say it, I'm super scared. Genma, he's right. I saw that man, that despicable being, staring at me. But hearing that made my hands shake worse. I think my body started shaking too. I felt my breath hitch and a tightness in my chest.

From my scared state, with Kakashi still close to me, I could see his gaze darken. His voice dropped to a hiss, equal parts warning and command.

“Genma. Stop. Talking. You’re making it worse.”

"Don’t be a fool, Kakashi." Genma’s voice cut like a blade. "You won’t protect her. When he calls her to that room, there’s no way out. We have to prepare her. Because none of us have a damn clue how we’re getting out."

Well, I have to admit, Genma's brutal honesty hurt me more than what those chains did to my wrists.

But Kakashi turned to him, his eyes dark, his voice low and sharp.

"I won’t let anything happen to her."

Genma stepped forward. "If you want to lead, bury your feelings deep. There’s more at stake here than your ego and your damn protector act."

Kakashi's jaw clenched and the air crackled with his cold command.

"Watch yourself, Genma. I’m the leader. And as long as I breathe, I decide what happens. I won’t let you turn this into a funeral before the fight even begins."

At that moment, I felt dizzy. I sat on the floor, clutching my knees tightly with my hands. Anguish, fear, and uncertainty dominated me, but their argument only made me feel worse. I need them to stop.

"Enough! Stop talking about me like I’m some damn object! Like I’m not even here!"

Tears burned behind my eyes, but I let them fall. "If you want to fight, do it outside this cell! Here, I demand respect."

The silence that followed was heavy, charged with the weight of my words.

Genma ran a tired hand through his hair.

"You’ve never faced a mission like this before." He said quietly, voice rough with weariness. "Kunoichis prepare for everything, they carry oils, sedatives to put targets under. You don’t have that. Not the training, not the tools. I don’t want you to get hurt, Ayame. Sorry if I came down too hard."

"Genma’s right." Kakashi said, voice low but steady as he leaned against the cold stone wall, arms crossed. "That’s exactly why I won’t let anything happen to you. You’re not going anywhere alone with Masaru. If they come for you, we start the rescue. Immediately."

"You really think we can handle all of them? " Genma’s voice was rough, but there was a thread of hope weaving through it.

"I checked them with my Sharingan on the way." Kakashi replied softly, eyes narrowing with focus. "They look intimidating, but they’re clumsy. Weak under pressure. Masaru? He leans on his title, not his strength. Play smart and we'll win."

Finally, my breathing calmed, my body more relaxed. I stood up from the corner where I'd been hiding, brushed the dirt off my skirt, and walked toward Kakashi with a soft smile. "So, no ruining my life or adding trauma, right?"

"Never." Kakashi answered without hesitation.

In that moment, despite Genma's presence, despite everything, I just needed a hug. So I leaned in and wrapped my arms around Kakashi. I half expected him to tense up or pull away, but instead, he softened, slowly lifting his hand to brush a few strands of hair behind my ear. That simple, gentle touch undid the last knots of panic in my chest.

"Relax. Now, all we can do is wait." He whispered, voice low and gentle.

I nodded, letting calm wash over me. Slowly, I pulled away from him, lay back, and made myself comfortable on the cold, hard floor.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Genma's steady gaze. I knew there were thoughts behind those eyes: questions, maybe even silent judgments. But really, at that moment, I wasn't worried about that.

Because here we were, three souls tangled in fear and hope, waiting for the moment to strike back.

And you know what? Somehow, despite everything, I knew we could make it through.

Chapter Text

I was fiddling with my medallion. Normally, I kept it hidden, safely tucked beneath my blouse like a secret not meant to see the light. But in that moment… I don’t know. Maybe I needed something to anchor me. The medallion faintly glimmered in the dim light, cold against my fingers but somehow warmer than the damp stone walls surrounding me. Despite everything complicated, extremely complicated, about my relationship with my father, that small object gave me strength.

Not because I missed him.

Not because I forgave him.

But because it was mine.

A piece of my story that no one else could touch.

And I needed it.

Because I was on the edge.

Kakashi had said we could take on Masaru and his men. He said it calmly, as if we weren’t trapped in a cell surrounded by enemies. As if fear was just a gentle breeze. But he said it. And I believed him. A little. Not enough to start singing with joy, but enough not to completely break down.

Knowing that disgusting Masaru wouldn’t lay a hand on me… that helped. Not because I didn’t know how to defend myself, I definitely did, but the mere thought of not having to was a small relief. A silent victory.

From my corner, sitting against the wall with my legs crossed, I noticed Genma. He was watching me. Or rather, watching the medallion in my hands. His eyes were fixed on it, a unique blend of curiosity and caution. And since we’d been… on better terms lately, I decided to tell him.

“This?” I asked, lifting the medallion between two fingers. “A gift from my father.”

My words caught Kakashi’s attention, and he slowly turned his gaze toward me. His single visible eye: the weary gray one that always seemed tired of everything, held something different now. It wasn’t surprise or hidden judgment. It was something softer. Genuine curiosity.

“Does it bring you calm?” He asked, his tone gentle and without any harshness.

It was just a simple question, honest and quiet. But even so, I felt myself shrink a little inside. A wave of embarrassment slid down my throat. Of course, he knew who my father was. I just nodded, lowering my gaze and letting my hair fall over part of my face as if I could disappear behind it.

Then I heard his voice again. Lower this time. Warmer. “Ayame… I’m glad. I want you to be calm. And ready to fight.”

I lifted my eyes to meet his. There he was. Kakashi. Smiling. And, no lie, it lifted my spirits. So kind. So sweet. My cheeks were probably rosier than cherry blossoms in spring, and my eyes stayed fixed on him, betraying everything.

And, of course… Genma had to notice. I heard his soft, quiet chuckle. I turned to glare at him, expecting at least a hint of mockery. But there was none. His eyes held something warmer, a silent acceptance, accompanied by a knowing smile.

“A true ninja knows when to retreat,” He said, winking at me with a mix of sarcasm and truth. He knew exactly what he was implying, and it seemed I had convinced him enough to take a step back, which was more of a relief than I expected.

As for me, I was one breath away from melting down in that corner, but I forced myself to hold back. I couldn’t let hope get the better of me. You have to be wiser than that, Ayame.

So, with a silent sigh and all the dignity I could muster, I decided to change the subject, searching for any excuse not to look at Kakashi again. “I hope we find Haru among the prisoners,” I said, letting the name drift between us.

I had heard that name in that conversation with Hikaru, in what once was, and I hope will be again, a garden full of life and light. Hikaru’s voice had trembled when she mentioned it, and since then, I couldn’t get it out of my head.

“Haru?” Kakashi asked, raising an eyebrow and furrowing his brow slightly, clearly intrigued.

Of course, she hadn’t told them. I nodded, exchanging a quick glance with Kakashi before explaining.

“He’s Hikaru’s fiancé.”

And honestly, I really hoped he was okay. Please. Hikaru was one of those genuinely good people, sweet and honest, with a heart bigger than this messed up world we lived in. She didn’t deserve a loss like that. Nobody did. I was sinking deeper into that thought, caught in a whirlwind of emotions threatening to drag me under, when Genma’s clear, firm voice pulled me back.

“Hey, Ayame. Calm down. We’ll find him. We’ll save everyone. That’s what ninjas do.”

His smile, his unbreakable optimism, filled my chest with something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Confidence. Hope. Faith.

“Wow,” I said, exaggerating a little to hide the real emotion trying to rise in my eyes. “So ninjas aren’t as bad as I thought. Glad to hear that.”

Maybe… maybe I do like this new life after all. Of course, if you ignore the constant life or death situations, that is.

Genma let out a genuine chuckle, soft and low. For a heartbeat, it felt as if we were back in Konoha, sitting in a park under the sun or at that bar.

“I’m glad to hear that, Ayame." He said, his smile widening, lighting up his face more than usual.

Before I could respond, Kakashi’s voice sliced through the air, cool and sudden. “Did you think ninjas were bad?”

There was no trace of judgment or mockery in his tone. It was just Kakashi, being himself. I turned to face him immediately, waving my hands in a hurried gesture as if that alone could clear the misunderstanding.

“No, Kakashi! Well... not like that. It wasn’t that I thought ninjas were bad. It was just… I considered their lifestyle complicated. Risky. Hard to sustain without losing your mind."

I stood up, stretching my arms slowly over my head, feeling my body reclaim movement after so long stillness. My legs tingled, and my heart, calm now, beat with a steadier rhythm.

“I don’t know if it’s resignation because I have to follow my mother’s orders… or if I’m really changing,” I exhaled carefully, letting the breath escape in a slow puff. “But one thing I’m sure of.” I looked at both of them, hands on my hips, offering a sincere smile. “Ninjas are brave people. Not everyone can live like that. And that’s why… I admire you. Both of you."

Genma smiled, softer this time, almost proud. Kakashi, however, remained silent. But his silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It was… calm. As if my words had touched something deep inside him, a place he preferred not to name.

“Well, princess…” Genma murmured with a crooked smile, shy, almost gentle. “I’m glad to know you admire us. No one had ever said it to me that directly before."

It was true gratitude. From the heart. I winked at him, glad I had spoken out loud. Sometimes you take for granted that others know how much you value them, but it’s not always so.

Genma shifted his gaze toward Kakashi. “It’s good that he hears it too.”

That surprised me. I looked at him, curious, then turned my attention to Kakashi, studying his face. Kakashi stepped away from the wall. He stood up. He moved a little closer.

“Thank you, Ayame,” He said, his voice low, almost a whisper. “I appreciate you recognizing my effort.”

It was, by far, the sweetest and most vulnerable thing I’d ever heard him say. And that… disarmed me a little. Carefully, I slid Orochimaru’s medallion back under my blouse, adjusting my neckline with a natural gesture.

My voice came out light. “Whenever you need, Kakashi.”

Maybe there was something more in those words. A double meaning he seemed to understand. A way of saying: I’m here for you. To remind you that not everything inside you is broken. To help you see the sweetness hiding beneath that damn emotional mask, beneath the raw reality.

Kakashi looked at me for a moment. Then he shook his head softly. He sighed. But his shoulders… they were more relaxed. His posture… less rigid. I didn’t want to push it. I stepped back calmly, sitting down near Genma, who now seemed more at ease. It was nice, feeling like we were on better terms. The atmosphere had become pleasant.

Kakashi walked over to the bars. His head tilted slightly, as if his thoughts were far away, very far away.

I stayed watching him for a moment. Just one more moment.

Then, two fingers touched my shoulder, barely grazing me.

I turned.

Genma.

He was closer now. He whispered, barely audible.

“Keep going, Ayame. Maybe you’ll work a miracle.”

His words came with a wink… and a fleeting glance toward Kakashi.

Genma?

Was he… encouraging me?

He? The same one who’d flirted with me relentlessly from day one?

I looked at him, genuinely confused. But he just sighed, as if he knew exactly every question spinning inside my mind. As if he read the storm of surprise and tenderness swelling in my chest.

“Yes, princess." He said softly, with half a smile. “Yes.”

He said no more.

And I didn’t know what to say either.

Before I could keep processing it, Kakashi’s voice broke the moment.

Tense. Firm.

“Get ready. Soldiers are coming this way.”

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There were five of them. Of average height, armed only with their spears and the cold steel in their eyes. The metallic jingle of keys broke the silence of the cell as the largest approached. His shadow absorbed the dim light filtering through the corridor. He inserted the key into the lock.

Kakashi took two steps back. He didn't resist, didn't tense, not even a blink. Just enough movement to make the soldier believe he was in control.

The door opened with a creak. The man entered first, his heavy boots echoing against the stone floor, followed by the other four. Their presence filled the cell, permeated with a smell of metal and sweat. Two of them lunged at me, grabbing my arms with rough hands. My chest trembled before I realized I was holding my breath.

'Stay calm… Kakashi has a plan.' I whispered it like a mantra, even as fear crept over my skin.

The leader’s voice rang out, sharp and commanding: “Grab the girl. Knock out the one next to her. And this one… take him to the clinic.”

The soldiers obeyed without hesitation, moving toward Genma.

Then, everything exploded.

Kakashi was the first to move. Genma followed later. In seconds, the cell turned into a whirlwind of grunts, sharp blows, and the clash of spears against stone. My captors hit the ground before I could even scream.

I was free.

And only the largest soldier remained.

He clenched his spear so tightly his knuckles turned white. His eyes flicked between the fallen bodies and us, his face torn between rage and fear. We lined up, breathing heavily, ready for the fight.

“Who the hell are you? What do you think you’re doing?!" His voice trembled.

Kakashi was the first to speak, calm and steady. “Listen… we can do this the easy way or the hard way. You’re strong, and I know you’re smart enough to pick the choice that keeps you alive.”

The man swallowed hard, his gaze flickering over his unconscious comrades. His hands shook on his spear’s shaft. “Tsk… Fine. What do you want?”

Genma stepped forward, unwavering. “To free the prisoners. To end Masaru. And then… to burn this place to the ground.”

The soldier hesitated. He was breathing heavily; his shoulders slumped. Finally, he dropped the spear. The metal clanged against the stone floor, resonating loudly in the silence. He closed his eyes and sighed, defeated. “Alright… and what do I get out of this?”

Without missing a beat, Kakashi answered. “You walk away free. No one will hunt you. That’s my word.”

A flicker of panic still danced in his eyes, the edge of desperation that could make him dangerous if pushed too far. What he didn’t know, but we did, was that this man was the key to ending the mission without more bloodshed.

“Excuse me…” I whispered, stepping forward.

I felt Kakashi’s hand clamp firmly on my arm, a silent warning not to get closer. His grip was strong, protective. But from the distance I could reach, and without Kakashi letting go, I decided to speak.

“Excuse me… what’s your name?” My voice was as soft as I could make it.

The man hesitated before answering. “Haru.”

A chill ran through me, head to toe. “Haru, you say?” My breath hitched. “It can’t be… are you from the village?”

I tried to take a step closer, my eyes silently begging, but Kakashi didn’t release me. When I looked at him, his eyes said without words: It’s too dangerous.

The man scowled, visibly annoyed. “That’s none of your business.”

I couldn’t give up. “Haru, we know Hikaru…"

His expression shifted instantly, surprise, desperation. “You know her? Is she okay? Please tell me she’s okay!”

That’s when I knew. It was really him.

“Haru… Hikaru is safe,” I said gently, my own voice trembling. “But she misses you. She waits for you at home, in her garden… in everything you left behind. Why are you doing this? Why work for the man who destroyed your life?”

Haru sank to his knees, hands clutching his head. From where I stood, I saw a tear streak down his hardened face.

“What’s your name?” His voice was broken.

“Ayame,” I whispered carefully. “And these are Kakashi and Genma.”

“Ayame…” He repeated my name. “I know you think I’m garbage, that I betrayed my people… but Hikaru…” He looked up, pain raw in his eyes. “Hikaru is the most important thing in my life. Masaru promised he wouldn’t hurt her if I worked for him. Tell me… what would you have done in my place?”

I looked at him, my chest tightening. It was so sad to see him like this… so cornered, forced to betray his own to protect the only thing he loved. How cruel Masaru is.

My eyes found Kakashi’s. His hand still rested on my arm. My gaze begged him to trust me.

After a moment of silence, he finally let me go. I offered a small smile and stepped closer to Haru.

I bent down and placed a hand on his shoulder. His red-rimmed eyes met mine. “Look at me, okay?” He obeyed. “What Masaru did to you was cruel.”

Haru blinked, surprised. “Don’t you think I’m trash?”

I shook my head with a warm, compassionate smile. “Of course not, Haru. You had no choice. Saving Hikaru was the only thing you could do. But now we’re here. We’re ninjas from Konoha, and we came to free them. Everyone… including you.”

Kakashi stepped forward then, lowering himself to our level. His presence was steady, but his voice was surprisingly gentle. “Haru… you’re a strong man. That’s why Masaru wanted you on his side. And I know it because I see it too.” He looked Haru straight in the eyes. “Will you help us?”

The man swallowed, took a deep breath, and the decision settled into his weary features. “Yes…” he said, renewed conviction shining through. “Please… help me. I will help you. I just want everything to go back to normal.” Haru rose slowly, gathering his spear. His hand still trembled. “What do you want me to do?” He asked, and at those words, my chest finally unclenched. I breathed out in relief as Kakashi and I both stood.

“First, we find Masaru,” Kakashi said firmly, and we all nodded without hesitation.

“All right… follow me. I’ll take you to his room. If any soldier asks, you’re my prisoners.” Haru lowered his gaze for a moment. “I’ll use the ropes from the soldiers who came with me… they’re easy to undo.”

We nodded silently, letting him tie our hands.

We stepped into the corridor. Haru walked confidently ahead, radiating authority, while Kakashi and Genma carried that lethal calm only ninjas possess. Behind bars, some prisoners watched us with empty eyes, others with a flicker of hope. Soon they’d be free… soon. I told myself not to look back. The hallways were a maze of stone and shadows. Every time we passed a soldier, my heart jumped, but Haru never faltered. A slight nod was all it took, and we kept moving.

Finally, we reached a massive dark wooden door, reinforced with iron.

“All right… this is it,” Haru whispered, tapping softly.

“Come in.” Masaru’s deep voice boomed from inside, making the wood vibrate.

Haru glanced at us one last time, and I understood that this was the moment everything could change.

“Haru, take Genma and Ayame with you. Free the prisoners. I’ll handle Masaru.” Kakashi’s voice was firm, almost sharp.

“What?” I murmured, feeling the world collapse around me. Alone? Even knowing Kakashi’s strength… the thought of leaving him one-on-one chilled my blood.

My face betrayed me, worried, scared, a knot tightening in my stomach.

Kakashi stepped closer, his eyes steady with calm authority. “Ayame… it’s an order. You have to leave now.”

I lowered my gaze, swallowing my protest as frustration and fear battled inside me. I sighed, bitterness simmering beneath the surface, then stepped back toward Genma. “Take care…” I whispered, my voice breaking.

Kakashi gave that half smile he always wore at the worst moments, the one his eyes couldn’t hide. “You too.”

I refused to look back. I started walking with Genma and Haru, my heart staying behind that door.

Behind me, I heard the heavy wood slam shut with a dull thud… and Kakashi disappeared into the darkness with Masaru. The corridor felt endless. Every step away from him weighed heavier than the last.

It wasn’t easy. Not even close.

But after what felt like an eternity, there we were: the three of us, outside the prison, with all the villagers freed. Masaru’s soldiers lay defeated. My chakra was nearly drained. My arms trembled. Bruises covered my body. But… everyone was safe. I let myself fall onto the cold floor, my whole body trembling. My hands shook so violently I barely recognized them as my own. Every breath stabbed deep in my chest. Bruises covered my arms, one ugly, throbbing mark on my face… and yet, I couldn’t afford to lose time on myself. Slowly, my faster regeneration would help me, just not yet, not while the villagers still needed me.

I lifted my gaze. Their faces… God, their faces. That relief, that pure joy only seen when someone tastes freedom again. Some cried, others laughed in disbelief, clutching each other like afraid it was all a dream. Genma stood there, dust and sweat clinging to him, but whole. Haru too, bruised, dried blood on his brow, but breathing hard. We had survived. All of us.

And still, my heart pounded with an anxiety that refused to settle.

Kakashi…

Where was he? Why wasn’t he out yet?

Each second felt like a hammer pounding my ribs. The worry ate me alive.

Then, I heard it.

Footsteps.

Firm, heavy, approaching from the entrance.

I turned quickly, my soul caught in my throat…

And there he was.

“Kakashi…” I rushed to his side, ignoring the pain in my legs.

He came slowly, barely moving, dragging his body as if each step weighed a thousand worlds. Beside him, Masaru collapsed like a sack, tied up, defeated, unable to harm anyone more.

But my eyes saw only one thing:

Blood staining Kakashi’s side.

“Kakashi!”

I threw myself beside him as he let Masaru fall, collapsing to his knees.

I pushed away the hand pressed against his stomach and gasped for air.

A deep, ugly wound, one that scared you just to look at it.

“No… no…”

My fingers trembled as I placed my hands over the wound, channeling chakra, feeling my own energy drain away.

He let himself fall against me, and I ended up sitting on my knees, holding him in my arms.

“Kakashi… you’re going to be okay, I promise…” My voice was hoarse, barely a whisper trembling with every word.

He raised a hand, slow, almost with effort, and brushed it across my cheek. His rough glove touched the bruise there. Even that gentle touch hurt, but I didn’t pull away.

“Why didn’t you heal this…” He murmured, tired, eyes half closed as my healing chakra began sealing his wound.

A small, weary smile slipped from my lips.

“Don’t worry… I’ll be fine. Everything’s okay now.” My voice softened.

Kakashi nodded weakly, though his eyes scanned every bruise on me, every mark left from this night.

I kept healing until the bleeding stopped.

My chakra slipped through my fingers like water. Every heartbeat cost me the world. When I finished, overwhelming exhaustion pulled me down. I collapsed to one side. The earth was cold beneath me, but it didn’t matter.

We had won.

Everyone was safe.

Kakashi was alive.

A tired smile curved my lips just before darkness took me.

Hikaru… everything is okay now.