Aspirant

Kakashi Hatake was asleep. Deeply asleep, a small, curvy woman tucked under him, his face resting in the dip of her neck. He only slept so deeply because the bungalow where they both slept was hard to find, heavily guarded, and at least four ninken were patrolling the perimeter.

The woman in his arms happened to be his wife. Dark haired, with deep set whiskey coloured eyes, she was a beautiful, if scarred woman. White, thick scars, laced once upon a time with salt to discourage healing, they were circles and symbols of seals spanning her back, shoulder to waist. Sword scars, lighter and treated when obtained scored her limbs. Kakashi, despite his Sharingan eye being covered by a patch, wasn’t really ready to awaken. Still, she squirmed awake, laying under him as he finished rousing himself.

Blearily taking in his surroundings as he roused himself, the young Hatake scion groaned when he realized they had fallen asleep immediately after a vigorous bout of lovemaking doggie style. He had, apparently neglected to remove his cock from his wife’s cunt.

“Amaya.” The abrupt rasp had her grinding her ass back into Kakashi’s pelvis. Throwing down her fists, the female swordmaster growled

“Bastard. Get up, before you get too hard, or wait and fuck me.” Kakashi considered his options. As Team Seven had only been selected yesterday, he wasn’t needed for a few hours while they sweated. Amaya was quickly getting slick under him- fuck, who was he kidding? He was going to fuck her till she screamed his name, and he would probably forego the Memorial Stone, or send a clone this once, to fuck her into the mattress.

Mind made up, Kakashi slid out, eliciting a whimper from Amaya, flipping her and levering himself above her to pin her wrists.

 “Pretty Amaya.” He crooned, just so he could see her pupils dilate. She really did look pretty, rumpled and flushed with arousal and his. Always his, forever. He was internally puffing up at just how fantastic that idea was even as he slid his cock home, drawing a hiss of pain from her full lips.

A good couple hours later, Kakashi was enjoying breakfast as prepared by his wife. The sight of his wife in a mossy green kimono, a silver sash tied at her back (with a henohenomenji on it) always stirred feelings in him. Maybe she would never wear the Uchiwa of her birth clan again, but, he always felt proudly ecstatic when she wore Hatake colours. Amaya always smiled gently when she realized what he was so excited about.

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The Copy Ninja surveyed his genin. They were trying, diligently, for the bells. His slim, brown haired woman stepped out of the trees, a deep green kimono lapping gently at her ankles. Whiskey gold eyes, lit from within by amusement, met a single grey stare. As she approached Kakashi, he put down the book in his hand, still holding it loosely. Slender, tanned fingers sensuously brushed the bells, before the woman stood on tiptoe, freezing all four ninja in place. The Jonin’s eye softened from the dark of a kunai to a stormy, tender grey, as she pressed a kiss to his revealed eye, his free arm wrapping her in close. Pushing herself further up on her toes, she brushed a kiss on the center of his hitai-ate, coming slowly back down to her feet.

Kakashi brushed her mouth with a calloused thumb, excruciating gentleness exuded from his every pore. Pressing a third kiss to the tip, she pivoted, giggling for a breath when Kakashis’ arm wrapped her securely against him, quieting to lean into his embrace.

Sasuke almost gasped when he saw the woman’s face. Blunt, tanned features, golden eyes burning ferociously, framed by straight dark brown hair, she looked like his father. Sakura saw a beautiful woman held by a strong, mysterious man, and almost swooned in envy. Naruto had to swallow the lump of sadness in his throat. He wished someone would look at him with so much love.

Kakashi sighed, caressing her hip, Icha Icha nearly forgotten at his side. Rocking the erection he’d started sporting the moment she appeared against her backside, he chuckled when she ducked her head, and spotting his kawai genin about to start again, spun her around and lifted her to tuck her against his chest, putting Icha Icha in his kunai holster, growling when she was to slow in wrapping her arms around his neck. Biting back a smirk, the woman burrowed into the Hatake’s Jonin vest. Despite the gorgeous woman napping on his shoulder, Kakashi finally got the point across.

Sasuke snapped

 “Who is she?” Naruto and Sakura nodded, wondering. Kakashi shifted her weight and murmured

“Koishi, my students want to meet you.” Raising her head sleepily, she shook herself slightly and said quietly

“Hi. My name is Amaterasu Uchiha Hatake, and before you ask, the only reason I didn’t take Sasuke after the Massacre was because I was in shock and wanted Kakashi to be his Sensei.” Kakashi blatantly petted her soothingly, and said easily if not cheerily

“She prefers to be called Amaya. My wife-” the emphasis put on the last alarmed his students, or should have

“Is a talented kenjutsu master trained as a kunoichi. She is not, however, an actual Leaf shinobi.” Beckoning his students, Kakashi led them to a two story house just outside Konoha, where Amaya slipped down and to the kitchen, tapping Sakura on the shoulder as she went.

Before allowing the boys to trail after the females, Kakashi sunk a combination of firm discipline, menace and dominance into his voice.

 “You will not disrespect her. Ever. Even after I die, you will bow to her every whim.” Although realizing he meant his wife, Naruto was a little confused as to why he was addressing both of them.

Finally shepherding the boys to the kitchen, Kakashi seated himself at the Western style table, his eyes firmly, besottedly fixed on Amaya, who was quietly instructing Sakura on a simple dish. Sasuke nervously studied the room, while Naruto barraged through questions and exclamations.

Sakura studied her Sensei’s wife curiously. Amaya was beautiful, of course, but she wasn’t the otherworldly kind of beautiful as Sasuke’s classically Uchiha relatives had been.

Truth be told, from what she’d seen of him, Kakashi was handsomer than his wife. ‘Was that why he covered himself?’ The kunoichi wondered. She didn’t get long. Amaya served the food before seating herself to Kakashi’s right. While they ate in complete silence, Kakashi finished his food quickly and clasped the back of Amaya’s neck with his right hand, rubbing circles in her skin with a broad thumb. Amaya didn’t say anything, but offered her left hand for him to stroke, the gentle purring noise she made indicating she had a contract with some form of cat, and she was happy.

Sasuke cleared his throat when he finished, Naruto and Sakura joining him to look at Kakashi, all three daring to hope that since he’d fed them, Kakashi was passing them. Amaya smiled warmly, eyes like sunshine and said softly

 “Yes, you pass, but you must promise us something.” Kakashi shut them up with a look and said firmly.

“Sasuke, learn to lean on your team. Naruto, Sakura, no romantic shenanigans until you’re Chunin at the very least.” Amaya said levelly

“I will teach you kenjutsu to the point of instinct, how to pass as a kunoichi, and how to care for yourselves and others, but you must concentrate on your team, not on anything else.” Kakashi put in

“Stick with us and we’ll make sure you have the chance of signing a Contract and you make it to Chunin.” Amaya capped off with a quieter, fiercer statement.

“We will beat you bloody, but we will stand you back on your feet, and turn you into powerhouses, alone or as a team.”

Kakashi turned to Amaya and said in a lovestruck voice

“Go to bed, darling, I’ll make sure the Genin get to the road, and we can have fun till tomorrow.” Amaya blushed but spoke firmly

“As you’re Genin, you’ll live with us now. Your rooms will be ready by noon tomorrow.”

*

 . . . .As it turned out, Kakashi and Amaya both met the Genin the next day. They had a month before the Genin Exhibition, and both Kakashi and Amaya were merciless about drilling them in the basics and pushing them to master the kodachi each had been issued. Aside from sleeping and missions the only free time they had was eating.

Amaya swung Sakura around like a rag doll, often blitzing them with a flying kunoichi during training. The dark haired woman spent days swatting the pink haired Genin around with her shukusen- a steel fan, wide enough for impact, sharp enough to act as a stake when folded, and sleek enough to look ornamental. Sakura knew it was an insult.

The Hatake woman never even stopped wearing her kimono the first week. Sakura charged, again and again, only to be rebuffed with simple strikes and taps. Finally, she begged to know what to do differently. Amaya flashed a vicious, pleased smile at her student.

“Come. Now you will learn the Way of the Iron Kunoichi.” Sweeping through the house from the back lawn into the front, Amaya explained

“A Kunoichi will almost always be at the disadvantage because Shinobi tend to be stronger, faster, and more fearless.” Snatching an aged Naginata off a wall bracket, she pulled Sakura to a weapons salle a hundred feet from the house. Twirling the Naginata as if it was an extension of herself, Amaya flexed her arms, activating the storage seals in her armguards.

Pulling her hand         into a half tiger in front of her face, Amaya ordered,

“Start throwing those targets.” Sakura picked up the nicked targets, before tossing the odd discs like Frisbees. Her sensei danced, jumped, and whirled in an efficiently elegant manner. Once Sakura ran out, Amaya twirled it again, before pulsing her chakra to switch weapons to a kodachi. Sliding into a different stance, Amaya began a series of katas, spinning back around to clobber Kakashi with a hastily switched in katana as he dashed into the ring. Kakashi backed away to tag in Sasuke and Naruto, and once again Amaya had a tessen in hand, kimono over her shoulders. Sakura was sure her sensei had won, when her jonin sensei snuck up behind the older female, snatching Amaya into his arms to dangle her feet a foot and a half below the ground. Face scrunched in honest confusion, Amaya loosed a leonine roar of displeasure, before pulsing her chakra as she kicked Kakashi’s shins. Surprised, he let her go, but Sasuke jumped in, tackling her to the ground, pinning her shoulders, even as Naruto leaped for her ankles. Teeth bared, Amaya forfeited.

Kakashi quickly walked over to his wife, gently pulling off the much loved robe to check for injuries. Sasuke retrieved a water bottle from the fence post, while Sakura gaped. Amaya’s vicious smile returned, and she said between huffs

“That is what happens to an overconfident Kunoichi, to a Kunoichi who is not devoted to training and nothing else, she gets overpowered, and well-” Gulping down water, wincing when Kakashi prodded an already forming bruise.

 “You’re a smart girl, you can figure out the rest.” Kakashi cradled her against his chest, eye closed as if the impact was hitting him as well. Naruto, who had already suffered a humiliation at the hands of his jonin-sensei, only said gently

 “Your team won’t always save you, Sakura. You need to be able to save yourself.” Sasuke looked like he was about to ‘hn’ and changed his mind, saying seriously

“My cousin Shisui’s wife Faith was an excellent archer, while Nisans’-” Shaking his head vigourously, he continued “Honor-nee-chan was a Kendoka trained by-“ His gaze swung around in shock when Amaya muttered

“Me. Fat load of good it did.” Realizing her husband would not let her go this minute, Amaya sighed. “Sakura, think about what you saw today. We’ll pick this up tomorrow, I think. Boys, take an hour or so to spar and critique each other, nicely. Kakashi.” Eyes flashing at being ignored, she jabbed the heel of her zori clad foot on his toes.

Yelping, Kakashi turned hurt puppy eyes on her. “I’m going to the house. You have fifteen minutes to summon the dogs before I make dinner instead of-” She trailed off, rather obviously. Eagerly, Kakashi reached for the scroll in the pocket of his vest. Snickering, Amaya raced to the house.

Slightly disgusted, but grateful he didn’t hear the sounds at night, Sasuke sparred with Naruto, teasing him as easily as Shisui had teased his Aniki. Sighing, Sakura returned to the task at hand, thinking of what Amaya showed her.

All three members of Team Seven dove head first into the discipline Amaya dished out with ease, and noted just how different Kakashi was when Amaya is nearby. Sakura, though sworn to hold off on romance- but not forbidden to touch her teammates- is alternately wistful and envious of Kakashis’ blindingly open adoration, which Amaya returns with an affectionate grace. Sasuke and Sakura work together to make the most of what Amaya and Kakashi can teach them, Naruto unashamedly earnest when taken under someones’ wing.

Kakashi of course returns the favour, pushing them absolutely to the edge physically, mentally and emotionally. Naruto was told, by a blunt speaking Amaya, about his Biju and how Kakashi was his fathers’ student, and how they had planned it this way to protect him and Sasuke.

Sasuke was told, rather frankly, that there was more to the Massacre than he was seeing, because Amaya’s former ward had fled with Itachi, fleeing even before the Massacre. Confused, and determined to unravel it, and hoping that MAYBE everyone was wrong, Sasuke resolved to catch Itachi and interrogate him once he obtained his Sharingan. Sakura and Naruto were relieved when Sasuke made it clear that as long as they would help, not hinder, he would welcome them.