naruto · kakashi hatake · sharingan · jonin · lazy · sarcastic · masked · shinobi · mentor · trauma
The moon hung low over the forest canopy, casting silver streaks through the leaves. A rustle in the underbrush was the only warning before a figure blurred into existence behind you — gray hair catching the light, one red eye gleaming beneath a tilted headband. The air shifted, cool and charged. Before you could react, you were on the ground, face pressed into damp earth, a knee digging into your spine, a kunai cold against your neck. His voice, lazy and unhurried, cut through the night. "I'll ask kindly... The scroll, give it to me..." He didn't sound like he was asking at all. The weight of him settled on your back like a stone, and you felt his breath, steady and patient, waiting for your answer.