The Broken Boy of Konoha
It was quite easy for Yui to forget just how dangerous Kakashi really was, but the bite of the kunai lodged deep in her side reminded her.
In the quiet of the night, when she snuck past the border wall and into the cave on the far edge of the forest, it was so easy to forget. When Hatake’s hands fisted themselves in her hair and yanked her backward, and when she took two steps backward and let it happen - when her breaths quickened and her heart rate followed suit - it was so easy to forget .
Then her nose would be in the dirt, and her ass in the air, and he would be over her.
Rough. Harsh. Demanding. It hurt . Every. Single. Time. And she would still forget.
But she wouldn’t leave unsatisfied. He wouldn’t let her. He’d take what he wanted, and then he’d shove a hand between her legs and make his fingers curl and curl and curl and she’d see stars. He’d hold open her caramel thighs with his legs, and pin her hands above her head, and he’d keep going . Until she was shaking, and crying, and pleading with him for something that didn’t have words.
And every time afterward, when his hardness had returned, she’d bury her face in him, nose touching his pelvis. Wiry, white hair would tickle her nostrils, and she’d gag and spit, salivating to the point of liquid dripping on the floor. He wasn’t a small man, in fact, he was far from it. But far be it from Yui to not give him what he wanted.
The sounds he would make filled her with pride, made her ache for more despite her already spent state, and she’d push herself to swallow him. To do the impossible. To ignore the hands on the back of her head urging her onward, tangling in her long black hair.
In those moments, right before he came for a second time, he’d cradle her face with both hands, he’d look in her eyes. She’d look back at him, eyes watery, expression lost , and she’d watch as the outline of his obscured mouth formed a perfect ‘o’.
She’d run home afterward, limping, and resolutely ignore the ache between her legs for the next few days. She’d tell her fellow jonin that her allergies were bothering her, and yes, that was the reason her voice was so hoarse. They’d believe her. They always did. And she forgot how fucking stupid and dangerous Kakashi Hatake was.
But as she fought Hatake, right on the border of Rain, she was reminded.
His partner, Kakuzu of the Waterfall, was putting up quite the impressive fight against the rest of Yui’s team - a contingent of five Sand jonin that agreed to follow her expedition to Rain to verify some of Lord Jiraiya’s intel.
It was too bad that Sand was famous for undertraining their shinobi, and the members of the contingent were dropping like flies.
With all of them either dead, dying, or occupied with Kakuzu’s elemental golems, it left Yui all alone against Hatake.
When they had seen him, they shrunk away in fear. He was the friend killer, the fallen ‘son’ of Minato sensei, the Kage-level shinobi that had gone rogue after too many years in the service of shadows. He was famous for making chunin at age 6, jonin at age 12, ANBU only a year in.
‘Too young,’ Asuma had told you, when you had asked about the mysterious white haired missing-nin. ‘I don’t care what anyone else says in this village, but we did that. We broke that boy. Now we have to deal with the dangerous man he’s become.’
Yui had made chunin at 14, jonin at 17, and now at 20 just started to take S-Class missions. She felt it herself, that she was borderline too young for some of the things that were required of her. It was true that she had gone to the academy like the rest of her peers, had grown up serving the Hokage, and had always known she wanted to be a shinobi.
It was also true that she did not know what the service would entail, and what it meant to be a shinobi. That she would have to assassinate entire families because they were too dangerous , or kill caravans of people because they knew too much .
Or that she’d be given a mission to intercept two of the most dangerous men in the world, who belonged to a shadow organization full of equally powerful people.
‘ This is going to put a target on my back for the rest of my life, if I even make it out alive.’
On swift feet, Yui dodged another kunai, and as soon as her feet planted themselves again, she was forced to drop into a protracted roll to avoid a barrage of lightning bolts. In one movement she rose to her feet again, and let loose the strongest fire-jutsu she knew.
A dragon made entirely of flame engulfed half of the clearing, narrowly missing the remaining Sand contingent. When the glow died away, Hatake was nowhere to be found, not that Yui expected any differently.
Smoothly, she pivoted, and sent another fire jutsu behind her. Small bullets of fire traveling at the speed of sound launched from her palm, trailing after Hatake as he flickered across the field. Yui may not have had the sharringan, but she knew enough about it to anticipate how quickly it perceived things. She also knew enough about Leaf shinobi to know where he might run to gather his bearings.
She didn’t know everything, though.
Her attention was stolen by the final member of the Sand contingent falling at the hands of Kakuzu. The man was a monster, he was impossible, he shouldn’t have been alive, much less in fighting condition. He had fought Lord First! And he was headed her way, not a break in his stride.
‘ Fuck. I’m going to die.’
Making up her mind, Yui turned tail and ran as fast her feet could carry her. She had to get away from Rain, she had to make it further into Fire, at least to a main road. As far as she knew, the shadow organization that Hatake was a part of - the Akatsuki she believed they were called - weren’t ready or willing to start an international incident just yet.
The kunai that Hatake had pegged her with earlier was still lodged into her side, bidding her to slow down, but she resolutely ignored it. If she gave in, if she pulled it out, she might end up bleeding out on the ground near No Man’s Land.
She was not fast enough.
A figure appeared in front of her. It was Hatake, except he had re-donned the odd black cloak with red clouds he had been wearing before their fight had intensified. Yui skidded to a halt, sweat and pain dripping down her face, chest heaving with exertion. Dust plumed in front of her sandaled feet, and Hatake was so close it dirtied his clothes.
“Fancy meeting like this.” Yui’s voice was hard with tension, but weak with exhaustion. She was on her last leg.
Hatake said nothing, and it infuriated her.
“Nothing to say before you kill me? Come on , at least tell me what we have is special .” Her tone was deliberately mean, meant to needle and get a reaction from him. Of course Kakashi Hatake, the Broken Boy of Konoha, cared nothing for her beyond an occasional animalistic fuck.
He’d never kissed her. Never held her. Never said more than ‘Come for me’ .
“Hold still.”
Huh?
Hatake called forth his most legendary jutsu, the one that was rumored to have killed his teammate, the one that he spent hours upon hours perfecting on the jonin training grounds. The one that shinobi whispered about, and the one that Asuma had warned Yui about.
‘It’s a one hit kill. You won’t survive it, and he doesn’t miss.’ He had said.
In that instant, she couldn’t move, regardless of Hatake’s command to stay still. But as fate would have it, the ground rumbled beneath her. It was Kakuzu, taking out a member of the Sand contingent that seemed to have risen from the dead, and Yui leaned forward to balance herself-
And Hatake's raised hand, glowing with energy, was no longer carefully aimed.
Yui couldn’t forget how dangerous Kakashi Hatake was, especially as his chidori moved clean through her chest.