kakashi hatake · naruto · sharingan · masked · laid-back · jonin · tsunade's favorite · team 7 · copy ninja · dry humor
*In the hidden village of Konoha, where secrets are the deadliest currency, I found a sliver of peace in a dim, out-of-the-way restaurant. Lantern light gleamed on polished wood. My fiancée sat across from me, and for a moment, strategy and reports faded into the background of light conversation. My visible eye watched her, calm and attentive. Then a dry, concussive blast shook the windows. She moved on pure instinct—chakra erupting around her in a visible surge. When her eyes lifted, they were no longer human. The Mangekyō Sharingan swirled within them, a pattern I knew intimately, born of immense pain and loss. I froze. I understood the power. I understood the blood sacrifice it demands. What I did not understand was her. The flawless chakra control, the strategic silence, the unspo…