LVRBY
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Naruto Uzumaki was never going to stay hidden.
When the Akatsuki dared to take Kashi, they had no idea who they’d crossed. Naruto might be a kid, but he’s also the son of the genius ninja Kakashi Hatake. That means he’ll find a way to bring Kashi home, no matter what. Sage Mode. Shinobi terrorists. Pain himself. Bring it on. Naruto will face down the Sage himself if it means saving the man who raised him.
Because for Naruto, “family” isn’t who you’re born to. It’s who you bleed for.(A missing-nin Kakashi raises Naruto AU with sage-mode shenanigans, feral but supportive Kurama, the unyielding loyalty that is Maito Gai, and the unrelenting chaos that is Naruto’s “you hurt my dad” mode. Sequel to The Fox Runs to Sand.)
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- Part 3 of Fast the Fox, Bright the Fire
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Bookmarked by LVRBY
09 Nov 2025
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11
Kakashi gets tortured and Naruto gets wolf sage mode and meets grandpa Sakumo in the world of summons.
On a seperate note Kakashi finding out who Tobi is is gonna shatter him in ways I didn't think previously possible. His trauma is about to fucking explode and splinter outwards. Brother is gonna be half a person if that.
Fighting Pein after Itachi lets him out from the cells. Lowk Chakra exhausted, might die lol GAI IS HERE!!! FUCK NAGATO UP BABBYYYY---
"K-Kakashi Hatake. 009720. A-AN-ANBU jonin,” he stuttered out, trying to ground himself.
The words had worked when he was young. Kakashi only had vague memories of being held by Cloud shinobi. It had been after Rin but before Minato-sensei. Kakashi had been reckless, young and suicidal. He’d thrown himself into the fight, given his team time to escape and ended up locked in a cell, muttering his ID number and rank under his breath like he’d been taught.
Minato-sensei had been livid. The elders had been less than impressed that the newly minted Hokage and vanished from the village, arriving in the Kumo holding cell with all the pent of rage of a man that had lost everything. Kakashi had only been there for a few hours before Minato-sensei destroyed half a building.
But there was no Minato-sensei to save him this time.
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“Hey, did I break you?”
A finger poked against Kakashi’s temple and he flinched as pain flared.
“Oh, nope, you’re still alive! That’s good. Itachi-san was right. We need you alive if we want the jinchuriki to come for you.”
They wouldn’t.
At least, Kakashi hoped they wouldn’t. He hoped that Gai and Asuma would bring Naruto back to the Leaf, where Jiraiya could find him and take care of him. Or, maybe Tsunade would. She seemed to have been taken with him after their meeting years ago. Jiraiya said she still asked about him on occasion.
Maybe Kakashi should have been jealous. Somehow, the two godparents that had never loved him had come to care about Naruto. But he wasn’t jealous. He was grateful. Kakashi had never been worth saving, worth caring about. That wasn’t their fault, it was his. But Naruto, Naruto deserved the world. Deserved the Sannin, the two legendary shinobi that could protect him.
Please, Kakashi thought, even if you could never love me, love him. Protect him. Please.
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Kakashi choked on the scent, his aching ribs protesting as he coughed weakly. In front of him, the man in the orange mask gave off the air of a pouting child. Something warm and stick bloomed around Kakashi sealed left eye. Blood.
Why?
Akatsuki.
Pain - not the man, the agony blooming through Kakashi's body.
Right.
Pick a good memory and get lost in it. An old ANBU technique that Kakashi probably shouldn't have known at age fourteen. He wondered if his father would be upset at how good Kakashi was at surviving torture as a teenager. If Naruto was this good at it, Kakashi would have burned the village to the ground without remorse.
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Grateful for the first time that his mask was gone, Kakashi lifted his lip to show the man his fangs. A silence but effective fuck off.
“Oh ho ho,” Tobi laughed. “You really think you're scary, don't you? But I think you're only scary to people who are dumb enough to call you a friend. You are the Friend Killer after all.”
“Ka.Ka.shi.”
No. Kakashi squeezed his eye closed to try to fight off Rin's choked voice.
“Take care of Rin.”
Obito's voice was arguably worse. Rin died knowing Kakashi was a sorry excuse for a human being. She'd died knowing he was worthless, useless, pathetic. But Obito had died believing in him. Trusting in him.
Killing Rin felt like killing Obito for a second time.
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Dearly beloved,
we're gathered here today
to watch a big mistake.Bookmarked by LVRBY
09 Feb 2026
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15
I need to light them on fire with my mind
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Kakashi’s crying again.
It’s easy to tell from the vantage point of the masked man perched on the tree branch just beyond the apartment window. Even with the curtains drawn and the light low, the signs are unmistakable — shoulders curled inward, shaking, breath hitching in a way Kakashi would never allow in daylight. The way his head tips forward, as if the weight of it all has finally become too much to hold up.
Pathetic, a voice whispers.
Cute, answers another.
He leans back against the trunk, wood rough against his spine, one leg dangling idly as he watches. He has watched like this before. Too many times. Always when Kakashi thinks he’s alone. The great Copy Ninja. The feared jonin. Reduced to this — silent, shaking grief in a dim room, hands pressed to his face like he can physically keep the past from spilling out.
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Annoying. That’s what it is. Annoying that Kakashi keeps existing. Keeps walking around the village like a living reminder, like a scar that never faded the way it was supposed to. Teaching kids. Smiling that lazy smile. Acting like endurance is some kind of virtue instead of a slow, grinding punishment.
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Why does the image of Kakashi standing too still in the forest keep replaying in his head? That pause. That instinct. Like some part of him knew. Tobi clicks his tongue. “Stupid,” he says, not bothering to clarify who he means. The forest thins ahead, the path bending away from where they’d sensed it earlier. Good. Distance helps. Distance always helps. If he keeps moving, keeps playing the part, keeps the thoughts spinning fast enough—
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He shouldn’t have almost said it. Of all people, Deidara isn’t someone you ask about feelings. Or instincts. Or the way the past sometimes twitches like it’s still alive.
That kind of slip is sloppy.
He files it away, mentally scolding himself, then immediately plasters the grin back on beneath the mask. Easy. Automatic. Like breathing.
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He stops moving. The image flashes through his mind — Kakashi standing alone in the training ground, shoulders finally lowered once the kids were gone. Watching empty space like he was afraid it might disappear too. Like he remembered.
Tobi exhales sharply through his teeth. It shouldn’t matter. None of it should matter. That person belongs to a different life. A different name. A different version of him that got crushed and buried a long time ago.
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Kakashi’s voice drifts through his thoughts uninvited — calm, tired, pretending everything is fine. The way he’d stood there after the kids left, like he didn’t know where to go once no one needed him anymore.
Tobi clicks his tongue sharply, as if the sound alone might cut the thought off. “Pathetic,” he says aloud. The word echoes back at him. It doesn’t sound convincing.
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The trace fades another degree, slipping through his senses like sand through open fingers. Soon there will be nothing left of it.
Just him again.
Just this place.
“…Don’t come here,” he mutters, voice low, almost lost in the void.
It isn’t clear whether it’s a warning or a plea.
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“…You didn’t have to come back for me,” he mutters.
Kakashi frowns. “Of course I did.”
Obito kicks at a rock, sending it skidding down the path. “Most people wouldn’t.”
Kakashi doesn’t know how to answer that. Back then, everything still felt like rules and missions and what was expected of a shinobi. Leaving a teammate behind wasn’t an option. That was all.
But Obito grins suddenly, bright and unguarded. “Next time I’ll save you.”
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Still patient. That part bothers him most.
Naruto had been loud, reckless, charging in without thinking — exactly the kind of idiot Tobi used to be. And Kakashi hadn’t snapped at him. Hadn’t shut him down. Just redirected him. Calm. Steady. Like he understood how to guide that kind of stupidity instead of crushing it.
Like Minato used to do.
The realization lands quietly, and Tobi stills. For a second, the anger drains out of him, leaving something heavier behind.
Kakashi isn’t the same either. He looks older, obviously. Tired in a way that goes deeper than lack of sleep. But the core of him — the part that protected teammates even when he pretended not to care — is still there.
Still intact.
Still trying.
Tobi swallows, irritation returning immediately to cover the discomfort. “Of course he is,” he mutters. “That idiot never learns.”
Still carrying ghosts. Still trying to save everyone. Still acting like effort matters. And somehow, that makes it worse. Because it means the version of Kakashi he remembers didn’t disappear. Didn’t become something easier to hate. He just… kept going.
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Toji Reborn by F1ukemeister24
Fandoms: Naruto, 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
22 Feb 2026
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Toji had never been one to let a setback be seen as a disability. So what if he can't mold chakra in his new body? He didn't need jujutsu to be strong in his past life and he sure as hell didn't need ninjutsu to be strong in this one. Human's were made of flesh and blood, and if it bled, he could kill it. Plain and simple.
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Kakashi keeps waking up in the hospital with gaps in his memory and the ghost of something familiar he can't name. Meanwhile, a dead boy in a mask can't stop saving the person he's supposed to have left behind.
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- Part 1 of Wind
Bookmarked by LVRBY
09 Feb 2026
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8
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"Part of his training," White Zetsu repeated, tasting each word like candy. "At a festival. In a yukata."
"I need to blend in."
"You could blend in wearing your cloak."
"A black cloak at a lantern festival would attract attention."
"And a red yukata won't?"
Obito didn't answer. He busied himself smoothing a nonexistent crease in the fabric.
White Zetsu gasped. "You're blushing!"
"I'm not."
"Your ears are red. I can see them from here."
"That's the lighting."
"We're in a cave, Obito. There is no lighting."
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Obito didn't just have a little feeling for Kakashi. He loved him.
Not the way he'd loved Rin. That had been a simple childhood crush. This was different. This had grown in the dark without his permission, out of years of watching and staying close and telling himself it was just the mission. It had no clear beginning. It had simply become true at some point, the way seasons changed, and he hadn't noticed until now.
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The wind shifts, and Hatake Kakashi is carried away from everything he swore to protect.
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- Part 2 of Wind
Bookmarked by LVRBY
21 Feb 2026
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There is no way in hell this can end well for Obito. Like he's going to die by the end of this no shot he isn't like he is SO dead. I'm looking at him like he's my dead wife but he's still here. I'm rooting for them, really I am, but like they're also so very fucked.
Brain washed Kakashi. I think he should get to retire to his own little cottage and never think about the shinobi world ever again.
End game kkobgai when....
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“That brat’s slippery. And Konoha actually protects theirs.”
The comment should have stung.
It didn’t.
Because all Kakashi could think was—
Not yet.
Not Naruto.
Not yet.Relief crashed through him. Immediate. Overwhelming. And laced with something bitter enough to taste like shame.
You’re grateful.
You’re grateful it’s someone else.Someone else’s monster.
Someone else’s burden.His head throbbed. The fracture lines screamed.
No. This is good.
This gives me time. Time to—
To what?
Warn Naruto? Save him?You already made your choice.
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"Like this."
He adjusted his grip slightly. Shifted his fingers to interlock with Tobi's.
"Exactly like this," Sukea repeated, quieter now. Almost a whisper. "I remember."
"Nope!" Tobi blurted. "Definitely not—"
"You have gentle hands." The words were quiet. But they landed with weight.
Tobi froze completely.
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"Thank you for helping me even though you don't tell me why." Sukea's voice was quiet, genuine. "I'm grateful for you."
Don't be. Obito's thought came sharp and immediate, cutting through everything else.
Don't be grateful. Not for this. Not when I'm the reason you needed saving in the first place.
Silence stretched between them.
I gave you that eye and made you a target. Brought you here and—
[...]
You shouldn't be grateful. You should hate me.
But you don't even remember enough to hate me properly.
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Because I couldn't stay away.
Even though I should.
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