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A loud noise startled you awake.

When you opened your eyes you found your hands and feet were bound together with chakra rope, a piece of fabric shoved between your lips. Your eyes widened as you looked over to see a middle-aged shinobi standing before you, his fist resting against the wall next to your head.

At his collarbone rested an old Leaf village shinobi headband, a line sketched in straight across the emblem. You immediately noticed his hair which was a light shade of blonde that fell to his shoulders. His glittering blue eyes pierced right through you as memories of the battle against this man came flooding back to you.

You struggled against your bindings, your angry words coming in muffled undertones behind the fabric that was shoved in your mouth.

“Silly girl,” the man spoke huskily, “do you really think you can get away? These chakra ropes are as tight as steel. You’re not getting away until these ropes are finished draining you of your chakra-and then when your pulse is just about to flitter off, I’ll be able to inject you - and use you as my puppet.”

Your eyes were quivering under the harsh light the man was shining down on you. You yelled against your mouth restraints, listening to him chuckle. He leaned over, ripping the piece of fabric out of your mouth.

“You have something to say?” He smiled, his rotted teeth making your spine shiver.

“You think you’re so smart,” you spat at him, your lips curling in a sneer, “I am a Leaf Village shinobi and wife of the Copy Ninja. Do you think-”

“Let me show you something, little girl,” the man cooed, placing his palm on your forehead.

Suddenly, you were looking in on the Hokage’s office. Lady Tsunade stood up from behind her desk, her lips pursed in a painful grimace.

“Kakashi,” she began, her eyes avoiding one of her best shinobi’s as he stood before her. “I have some bad news from one of our teams.”

“Hm?” Kakashi looked up, his single eyebrow cocking up in wonder.

“It seems Team [y/n] ran into some trouble,” her eyes met his. “You’re wife- she didn’t make it.”

Kakashi was silent for a moment, taking in what the Hokage just said. He tilted his head forward, and you could almost feel his pulse quicken.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I understand what you mean, m’lady,” Kakashi said, trying to keep his composure.

Lady Tsunade chewed her lip, frowning. “Her teammates said there was a fluke in her wood style Jutsu and the enemies Jutsu took advantage. He mirrored her Jutsu, and - … it-… impaled her.”

“That’s impossible,” Kakashi smiled softly, his single eye quivering. “My wife’s woodstyle Jutsu is the best in the land, right next to her brother, Yamato’s.”

“I’m sorry,” Lady Tsunade lowered her chin. “But even the best shinobi’s have their weak moments. So please, listen to what I am saying.”

“And her teammates?” Kakashi inquired, his facial features twitching as he began to lose his normally cool composure. “What became of them? And her body?”

Lady Tsunade shook her head, “they did not return her body. They said she had been so badly impaled that they couldn’t remove her from the wood without having a wood style user present.”

Kakashi shook his head, swallowing hard, “This- this- … I-… I need to be alone right now. I’m sorry, m’lady.”

Lady Tsunade called out to him, but he had already left her office, slamming the door behind him.

“No!” You forced your eyes open, meeting the steely gaze of the man above you. “That’s impossible. My teammates would never lie like that! They would never fake my death!”

The man chuckled, removing his hand from your forehead. “My dear child, there is such a thing as a genjutsu. I captured you and knocked you out when they were too busy weeping over your dead body in their minds.”

You spat in the man’s face, disgusted. He grimaced, wiping your saliva from his cheek.

A moment later, your body was rapidly deteriorating from the chakra ropes- stealing your chakra.

* * * *

You were dreaming. Or at least, it seems as though you were.

You were watching Kakashi in your apartment. His feet paced across the hardwood floors, hands gripped in fists enough to leave marks in his palms. He shook his head, sitting down at the kitchen table before taking his headband off and pulling down his mask. He placed his head in his hands, his chin finally quivering. He slammed his fist against the wooden table, whispering to himself about losing another one- another one he couldn’t save.

He put his forehead on the table, droplets of tears falling onto the wood as he ran his fingers through his silver hair. His breathing came in ragged breaths as he clenched his teeth in anguish. Finally, he stood up, replacing his mask as he walked into your shared office. Hastily, he wiped his face of any tears before opening your desk drawer, shuffling through papers. Finally, he found the piece of paper he seemed to be looking for. You watched his mismatched eyes skim over the words before replacing his headband, shoving the paper in his pocket and heading out the door.

* * * *

Something startled you awake again, but this time, there wasn’t a fist centimeters from your head like there had been before. You lifted you gaze, your vision blurry and your mind hazy. Your body felt like cement. You squinted, trying to make out the scene before you.

You could see white and yellow blurs as you felt your eyes closing again, the exhaustion overtaking you. Your ears picked up grunting, as well as the sounds of men yelling Justus. Your mind didn’t register what was happening as you fell in and out of consciousness.

* * * *

Your eyes fluttered open. Your vision was rather blurry as it tried to adjust to the bright light of the room. You swallowed, your limbs feeling like cinder blocks as you tried to remember where you were. Behind you was a loud beeping noise that was in rhythm with your heartbeat and you listened to it escalate as you became more anxious about your surroundings.

“Where am I?” you whispered to ceiling, your mouth feeling like a desert with each word.

You sat up, your arms shaking under the weight of your body as your blurry vision landed on your husband, sitting sound asleep in a chair next to you. His head was tilted back, his Adam’s apple prominent behind his masked face. In his hand laid one if his favorite novels, Make-Out Paradise, which you allowed him to continue reading despite its nature. Behind the fabric that covered his face you could see his lips were slightly parted, a soft snore coming from his throat.

You gazed at him, your eyes traveling over his relaxed body. His Jounin vest was hastily unbuttoned, his undershirt wrinkled more than usual.

“Kakashi-” you managed, trying to reach him. Suddenly everything came flooding back to you, the man with the icy blue eyes, the genjutsu he put your teammates in, him draining your chakra and now you realized what had happened in the end- Kakashi had saved you.

On the nightstand next to you was your necklace you wore beneath your armor and you picked it up, fingering your wedding band thoughtfully.

A moment later, Kakashi lifted his head, his single displayed eye somehow looking more tired than normal. He looked over at you, yawning. Finally, he smiled, realizing you were awake.

“Good morning,” he spoke quietly, smiling.

“You came after me after Lady Tsunade told you I was dead,” you said abruptly.

Kakashi nodded, putting his book down on the nightstand next to you. He pulled his mask down, a sight even you hadn’t seen very often and planted his lips on your forehead. When he leaned himself over your hospital bed, his chain with his own wedding band came out from under his shirt, lingering in the air between the two of you. Slowly, he retreated back to his seat, happy.

“Why?” you asked, still amazed. He cocked his eyebrow at your question. “I mean- how? How did you know?”

Kakashi smiled again, “you and I- we’re connected through more than just a wedding band. I knew you weren’t dead. After Lady Tsunade told me, my mind ceased functioning for a little while, but after when I thought about it, it didn’t make sense. Why would they leave you behind? Even if your body was ‘impaled by your wood style’, there is no way they wouldn’t be able to reverse it. The story just didn’t add up.”

You nodded your head, still feeling fogged.

“They said you should be feeling back to normal by tomorrow. I would imagine you must be feeling rather groggy right now and-”

“What about the man?” You interrupted him, meeting his gaze.

“He is dead,” Kakashi said firmly. A few beats of silence passed between the two of you. You let a smile grace your lips, watching him watch you. He smiled in return, his little beauty mark on his chin creasing with his grin.

“Thank you,” you said, holding out your hand.

“I love you,” he returned quietly, taking your fingers in his grip. His calloused thumb grazed over your knuckles. “And thank you for not dying,”

You chuckled, “thank you for saving me.”

Kakashi smiled, his lips showing signs of past regret and loss. You leaned in, wrapping your arms around his neck. His tense muscles relaxed, and he held you back. He held you close, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you in a way that took your breath away. Somehow, you didn’t mind.

“I love you, Kakashi,” you whispered in his ear. “And don’t you ever forget that.”