Friendly Advice

So some readers are looking for more good FemNaru/Kakashi stories, huh?  
Can't say this is good, but it's another story from that damned ancient memory card I came upon - the one where I first began to write and store my stories.

I've got a few chapters already written and we'll see if it's worth going anywhere from there...

Standing in his Hokage robes in front of the Memorial Stone, Kakashi reached out his senses for his student, wondering where Naruto was.  He’d been worn down by her over the years and now, at the ripe old age of 36, expected her to join him.  Preposterous.  Naruto was bright, popular, charismatic, powerful, and could do what she wanted with anyone she desired to be with.  Any time.

It wasn’t his fault for thinking she would’ve joined him, though.  Naruto had followed him around like a puppy for years.  As night fell and the stars came out on a brisk night, he sought her out, wondering who he’d find her with this time.

He winced when he realized where his nose and her dazzlingly bright chakra signature were taking him.  And here, she would probably be alone.

The Hokage Monument was lit up at night, so even from a distance, Kakashi could see her halo of long, blonde hair.   And he could easily imagine the red highlights growing in now that were less evident in this light.  “Naruto.”  

Naruto didn’t say anything for the longest time, and although his mind told him that it might be best to leave her alone, eventually those thoughts drifted.  Kakashi began to ponder his own name one day accompanying the other fallen kages memorialized here.  He didn’t deserve his name to be here, alongside theirs, next to greatness.   Still, he hoped that he would die in battle, protecting those most precious to him as they had.

Naruto finally breathed.  “Sensei.”

Kakashi looked down into her ridiculously long-lashed, big, insanely violet-blue eyes.  He’d almost forgotten she was sitting there, so caught up as he was with his own demise again.  And of his sensei’s.  He looked back up at the monument.  “Do you hate him?” he asked quietly.

Naruto turned back to it as well.  “No.  I– wasn’t close enough to him to hate him, was I?”

Kakashi winced.  

From what Naruto told him, she’d - at the time, HE’D - first met his father in the seal after Pein’s attack.  Kakashi had been busy being dead at the time, sitting with his own father doing nothing but chatting.  

He used to hate his father’s choices (and - on the surface level, anyway - his father,) too.

Naruto sighed.  “You already know.  –I just don’t get why he didn’t tell me.”

Kakashi hummed in acknowledgment of her words, having often wondered the same thing.  They’d discussed it once or twice.  Once when she was coherent...

Orochimaru raised the previous Hokages from the dead in the last war and Minato-sensei fought beside them.  Naruto got to meet her father.  But she knew the man nowhere near as long as Kakashi had.   A shame. Unfair, really, but their lives weren’t fair.

Had the reanimated Minato perhaps worried the seal had overwritten her genetic code?  That it could not be undone? There were so many possibilities, and Kakashi had never known his sensei to be a cruel man.  He’d also never investigated the seal, or found one like it since.

Naruto, of course, being a better person than he ever thought of being, immediately began trying to recreate that unknown seal, hoping to help those who felt they were in the wrong bodies.

But WHY did Minato, when faced with his child in the war, not tell Naruto that he had sealed her gender?   

Supposedly, Kushina had mentioned something about a second seal when Naruto met her mother’s chakra imprint before the final push of the war but Naruto hadn’t understood.  She swore there was no hint of what she or Minato had done.  Naruto said that Kurama hadn’t known, either, although she supposed that was because the fox was genderless and thought the whole notion of assigning a gender was troublesome.

So when word of Naruto’s second seal broke around a year ago, it was pandemonium.  People thought that she was abusing that sexy jutsu of hers again.  Aside from slight coloring changes, Naruto did very much resemble that transformation now, after all, only on a slightly more realistic scale.  But Naruto had been as baffled as anyone.  But more than anyone else, of course, she had felt hurt.  Betrayed.  Not to mention the pain she had gone through when the seal broke, alone and in her apartment.  Tsunade credited Kurama for her having been able to survive it at all.

“I wanna have a baby.  One day.”

Kakashi lifted an eyebrow at his former student and then gave her an eye-smile.  “Then I’m sure you will,” he played off easily.  “Maa, and what have I mentioned about having a filter, Naruto?  Don’t spring things like that on your dear old sensei.”

Naruto snorted - a terribly unladylike sound that he enjoyed.  Plus, he had succeeded in making her smile again.  Then it hit him.  

Sakura had just been sent out on a mission to meet and back up Sasuke.  But Naruto had so stubbornly chased down the Uchiha.  For years.  Oh, no.  Sakura had been THRILLED to go, and Sasuke had finally asked for her (and/or a few others) specifically.

Might as well ask and get it over with, Kakashi thought.  “Sasuke?”

“Eh?”

Kakashi tried to breathe.  Fitting for him of all people to have been given two young students who were flight risks, neither of whom had great social awareness or skills in etiquette (or in Sasuke's case, etiquette that he would use) - or even normal decorum.  Lord Third certainly was a prankster.  “You’d like to have a baby with Sasuke.”  He’d meant to ask it as a question but it came out as a fact.  He’d sounded unaffected and flat, which he was not, although he couldn’t be sure of why, only assuming it was because of the renewed love triangle of his former students.   Naruto, however, had reared back as if struck and Kakashi wasn’t sure where he had gone wrong.  It was obvious, wasn’t it? 

He tried to be patient.  Naruto was a smart girlwomankunoichi ninja but sometimes she would burst a few million neurons before her mind re-engaged, so this was probably just that.

“No.  Absolutely not!” 

Kakashi tilted his head down and looked at the now bristling blonde in genuine curiosity, watching warily as she got up and began to pace.  

“I can’t believe you thought that!”

Kakashi weakly waved his hands but found himself, as he often did, without words to respond to the eyes that blazed up at him.  He breathed easier when she looked away.

“There’s only one man I’ve ever loved.”

It was Kakashi’s turn to ask, “Eh?”  What did she say?

Naruto set her hands on her hips, accentuating her lithe but curvy frame.  Boy, she looked mad.  Maybe he should run for it while he could.

Just as he was about to sunshin, Naruto grabbed his hands and stared up at him, daring him to make a wrong move.  

Finally, she spoke.  “You know I wouldn’t do that to Sakura!  …And do you really think I would survive Teme’s fangirls?” she asked with a sarcastic chuckle, taking her warm, soft hands away.

Obviously, you would.  Kakashi scratched the back of his head sheepishly.  As was the case whenever he wore it, the stupid hat lying against his shoulders bounced slightly. 

But Naruto wasn’t done.  “You thought I’d be with a bastard who shoved his fist through my chest?”

Ouch!  Wow, Naruto, you really know where to hit where it hurts, Kakashi thought.  But it was his own damn fault.  “I’m sorry,” he said mournfully.  He taught Sasuke that jutsu and he’d used it to try to kill the boy-turned-eventual-woman more times than he wanted to count.

“Why are YOU sorry?” Naruto asked, looking genuinely shocked.

Kakashi squinted his eyes closed.   She couldn't be serious. “It was my signature jutsu.”  As if she doesn’t know.  “You know who he learned it from.”

“Yeah, but without it, would Sasuke have been able to defeat Orochimaru and get away?  Would he have survived Gaara and Itachi before or around then?”  Naruto was right and she was only warming up.  “Would Orochimaru have been able to resurrect the kages later?  I mean, granted, Teme killed Orochimaru and then chose to rebuild him or whatever like an idiot again - although it turned out okay.  But without your Chidori, would Sasuke have been able to defend himself from Madara and Kaguya? To work so well with us?”

Always too fair, that girlwomankunoichi ninja, Kakashi thought, amazed again - although by now he should be used to it.  Plus, who was he to argue with THE Uzumaki Naruto?  “Guess not.”

“That’s right.  –Idiot.”

Kakashi chuckled, rocking back on his heels.  “Maa, Naruto.  Be nice to your old sensei.”  The kunoichi mumbled something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like she’d like to be.  He must’ve missed something.  Oh, well. It wasn’t worth it to ask.

“Anyway,” Naruto huffed, her hands in fists.  Kakashi took a step back and she took a step toward him.  They did it again - and again.  Did she want to “rumble” as she liked to call it?  They hadn’t sparred in about a week but this was hardly the place.

Instead, with her heart-shaped face a fiery red, she shyly beckoned him to bend down so that she could tell him something in secrecy, he guessed.  Gamely, he compiled.

“Like I said, there’s only one man I’ve ever loved,” she whispered.  And then she kissed him on the cheek.  Her lips stayed there.

Kakashi froze, his (mostly) masked cheeks and ears burning red.

And then Naruto was gone.

There's a reason Naruto doesn't use the "they" pronoun .
"They" confuse her/them because of her constant use of shadow clones - who do sometimes use the other pronouns.
 - They also occasionally come out in male form, but Naruto doesn't mind.