The Problematic of the Unproblematic

all credit to the creator! from Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.ch/pin/282249101629970830/ Chapter 12 - Mind-Kakashi Number Two 6.53 pm. Sakura was so exhausted she could barely walk back to her office. It was one of those days you wanted to erase from your life completely, hoping not a sliver of a memory would remain - yet you knew there would be no such mercy, your soul was forever tarnished by the horrors you had experienced.

Chapter 11 - Near Misses by Kakashi Kakashi felt… off. Something was bugging him but he could not quite put his finger on it. Like an itch that was only just developing and therefore could not yet be scratched. He was so deeply in thought trying to figure out what it was, he only noticed the strange looks he got by the time he was almost at the hospital’s front door. Oh, great. There were many gossipers in Konoha who were probably already trying to figure out what he was doing here. Tsunade would hear about it. Questions would be asked that he would not want to answer.

https://anime.goodfon.com/senen/wallpaper-naruro-naruto-kakashi-hatake-kakashi-khatake-sharingan-glaza.html Chapter 10 - A Mistake by Kakashi “Ouch, you’re hurting me!” Sakura complained. She was very fond of her fingers and did not want them broken, not even in an illusion. Besides, she was getting very annoyed with the situation. This was not at all what had been described in the book! “You’re a medical-nin from Konoha?” Kakashi asked, letting his mismatched eyes glide over her headband, her forehead with the chakra seal and somewhat rudely down her body.

https://aaaaaashu.me/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/kakashi-anbu-mask-best-of-kakashi-no-mask-hd-wallpapers-wallpaper-cave-of-kakashi-anbu-mask.jpg Chapter 9 - The Six O’Clock Appointment written by Kakashi “Will you STOP THIS ALREADY!” Surprised to be yelled at by somebody normally so stoic, Kakashi stared at Yamato’s deeply red face and heaving chest. “Sorry,” he said and folded his hands.

from https://www.zerochan.net/400755 Chapter 8 - A Reunion *sorry :) completely forgot to post this on here.  written by kakashi “What is taking so long? We’re only meeting Naruto,” Sasuke grumbled, his voice muffled by the bathroom door.

Chapter 7 - A Husband Returns "Kakashi," Sasuke said slowly, his eyes narrowed to slits. "What are you doing here?" "I gather you haven't been to see the Hokage yet, Sasuke," Kakashi replied smoothly. "That's fine. Wait here until someone comes to fetch

Chapter 6 - Leader of the Pack Kakashi was having a very pleasant dream. And because this was entirely new to him, he kept wondering what was going on, expecting either a surprise attack from behind the bushes or suspecting that he must have fallen prey to a very clever genjutsu. This managed to almost spoil the pleasantness, but while a part of him stayed alert and distrustful, the much bigger part gave in completely.

Chapter 5 - The Attack *trigger warning: attempted rape Sakura was having a very pleasant dream.

Chapter 4 - Eight Pills written by kakashi It was one of the most basic human need to be loved. A gentle touch, an encouraging smile, a few friendly words… it did not take much to make you feel like you belonged and only a little more to become thoroughly addicted to touches, smiles, and words.

credit to the owner and creator Chapter 3 - The Ninja on the Rooftop written by kakashi The blackness was absolute. The only things able to emerge from it were nameless shadows with no substance, soundless and deadly. The liquid dripping from the ceiling caressed his skin like the fingers of ghosts. He turned his face upwards, opening his mouth. When was the last time he had had sustenance? These deaths could give him life.

credit to the owner/creator  Chapter 2 - Genjutsu written by kakashi “Sakura,” Tsunade smiled sweetly behind her large desk. Too sweetly. She wanted something from her and was anticipating she would say no.

Chapter 1 - The Tattoo   written by kakashi *note: this story is set 7 years after the 4th Shinobi World War. Tsunade is still Hokage.  “Kakashi?” He was trapped. Trapped in a vortex of quicksand, his limbs impossibly heavy and useless, his broken fingers frantically but pointlessly trying to find something to hold on to. He was sinking rapidly, the pressure around him mounting, crushing his bones, the sound of their breaking momentarily drowning out the grating song of the incessantly slithering sand particles. There was no more air. There was sand, only sand, it was entering his mouth, it was finding its way into his lungs. As he suffocated, he had one last thought: He had not ...