ForeignTitle: Foreign (sequel to Eyes)Foreign by *KiterieAine
Pairing/Characters: none/ Minato, Jiraiya, young Kakashi, young Iruka
Summary: Emotions are not foreign to Kakashi, they're simply hard to face
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto though we all wish I did.
Dedicated to Beasiesgal
"That was a pretty clever trick Min," Jiraiya laughed, watching the two boys as they played.
The blond smiled and shrugged as though it was nothing but the glistening of tears in the corners of his eyes gave away that it was definitely more than nothing. "He needed this. They keep putting him in teams with older kids. The teenagers either treat him like a baby or simply don't know how to play and he won't drop his guard in front of them long enough to. "
Understanding the problem all too well, Jiraiya nodded. "He did need this, you both did. It's good to see him laughing again."
"I was starting to wonder if it was an emotion completely foreign to him at this point," Minato said softly, his voice cracking slightly.
"It's hard to sm
Standing StillTitle: Standing StillStanding Still by *KiterieAine
Chapter Rating: PG 13
Summary: Kakashi talking to the stone about how he feels about his life (roughly 10 years after Minato died)
Disclaimer: Still Kishi's
The sun shone, glaringly bright across the training field. It made the figure standing at the stone seem oddly out of place with his dark clothes, his slouching posture, and his head bent. The effect only seemed to amplify the man's expression; defeated, lost, and strangely resigned.
"I feel as though I'm sleeping." He spoke the words to no one, or at least no one that could be seen. It had become a ritual so long ago that it was a part of him, it drew him so strongly he couldn't deny it even when he wanted to. And, so like most days, he was here speaking to no one who could hear him. Because, they were the only ones who could understand him.
"When I'm here, it's as though this is only a dream." There was both acceptance and confusion in the tone. "The day disappears and I don't remember where it
Mission Iruka Christmas Ch. 2Mission Iruka Christmas Ch. 2 by *KiterieAine
Title: Mission Iruka Christmas
Chapter Rating: G
Summary: Takes place right after Kakashi's father dies.
Warnings: Mentions Yondaime's name so if you don't want to know it either don't read it or drop me a line and I'll edit it so you can read it.
Disclaimer: Santa I swear I've been good all year... can I have Kakashi and Iruka? Please! *fingers crossed behind her back*
Kakashi glared at his sensei. "You don't need to feel sorry for me. I'm fine."
The man knelt beside him and smiled. "You misunderstand, it's not that I feel sorry for you. It's simply that I need your help. I have a very important mission here in town and could use a hand with it. Seeing as you're determined to work during the holiday when others would rather be elsewhere doing their own things, I thought that you would be the perfect person to assist me."
The silver-haired boy crossed his arms and looked skeptically at the grinning shinobi in front of him. "How hard could a mission
WishesTitle: WishesWishes by *KiterieAine
Summary: Wishes come true
Disclaimer: Kishimoto-san still owns naruto and I'm still not getting rich off of this but I still love it.
Minato kneels and places the white mum on the grave marker. Lighting the daigen koh incense his friend was so fond of he carefully places it in the small brass bowl of sand. The brown grains shift to accomadate the stick, ashes from previous visits crumbling at the motion. "I wish you could see him Sakumo-san. It would make you so proud to see the courage he has when they speak of you." The words are lies but he can't bear to speak the truth even at the gravesite. It pains him the way the young boy refuses to look at anyone, hiding his anger behind the mask he refuses to take off. "I miss you my friend, but I promise I'll take care of him."
Taking a pinch of the sand and ash from the bowl, the young man stands and closes his eyes for a moment. It's a silly ritual his civilian father taught him, but he thinks that e