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[ Well, it seems he's got the basics down.

This isn't the afterlife, even if Kakashi's not entirely sure if he's actually still alive. And the wings don't do anything other than serve a mostly ornamental purpose. Which, in his book, means that they're completely useless and have about as much function as a second belly-button or a third nipple. Either way, they're itchy and uncomfortable and he had to cut holes in his flak vest so they weren't crushed against his body. A flak vest that was kindly delivered to him by his sensei, along with the rest of his gear. (He's only too relieved that it wasn't Naruto or Sakura or someone else who came across him when he was still in that relative state of undress -- what, without the mask and all.)

So here he is, fully dressed, with his journal-cum-communication device in his hand, flipped on. He supposes he should say hello this way since it would be easier to do this than to hunt down every shinobi of Konoha individually. It probably would also be useful for him to introduce himself to the rest of the network as well.

He's sitting on a tree stump ~~while Minato goes off to do something IDEK ok~~ and has his signature I Am Bored expression on his face. Or rather, lack of expression.

The edges of his wings, silver and tipped in black, flutter slightly. ]

Ah, is this thing on?

[ He brings the camera a little closer then, to make sure it's properly capturing him. Once he's sure, he raises a hand in something of a wave.

This is starting to feel like some sort of speed dating thing, minus the actual person sitting in front of him. Not that he's ever actually done speed dating, but he assumes that's how it'd work. ]

Yo. My name is Hatake Kakashi. I'm a shinobi by trade.

[ What does one say in introductions? Likes, dislikes, dreams, and hobbies? Ah, he supposes he can do that. ]

I'm not the kind of guy who talks about his likes and dislikes... My dreams are...hmm.... [ a beat ] none of your business. And I have many hobbies. None of which I want to tell you.

[ Another beat. ]

Any questions?

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[The first glimpse of Minato's wife, of Kushina, that Kakashi gets is of her head peeking around the corner. Once she sees someone really is with him, she quickly disappears with a low oath. No matter how much she wants to ask Minato what the hell he was thinking.

Instead, she dusts the flour off her clothes and tucks her apron away, making a bit of noise in the kitchen.]

Be right there!

[YOU ARE GETTING A TALKING TO LATER, MINATO. It's one thing for Naruto to have random girlfriends over it's another to have you invite guests without even giving her a heads up. YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER.

But she finally exits and walks out to greet their guest for the evening.

Only to go completely still with shock once she finally gets a good look at who it is. Before she had just caught a small one, not enough for recognition to set in. Even now with him in front of her, she doesn't believe it.

He's too BIG. A hand raises to her heart, as if afraid it might give out in shock.]

... Kakashi?

[ The last time he had seen Kushina, she was still carrying Naruto.

To think, all of that was sixteen years ago, and the only reason why all those years were taken away from them, from Naruto, was because of Obito. It's a bit difficult to stomach this knowledge and manage a smile, but somehow he does. Because there is still a part of him that is truly happy to see her. After all, she was almost as much a constant presence in his life as Minato. Always by his sensei's side.

She's much smaller than he remembers, though.

But then, he's also grown considerably. ]

Kushina-san.

[ He bows his head, respectfully. After all, he is entering her home. ]

[He's a lot more polite than she remembers. The same could be said when you compared a newly arrived Kushina at Konoha to the woman she was now.

But Kushina's heart is still the same.

Any previous politeness that had been present when Minato first brought his 'guest' in, any etiquette she had learned over the years, any reservations and mental preparations to hold her tongue crumbles when he says her name. No mistaking it -- that white hair and mask he's been wearing for a long time now. Kushina closes the distance.

Quickly.

CATCH HER?]

[ When he was a kid, incoming Kushina meant incoming hug, usually a really tight, big hug with his face all smushed against her chest and his cheeks turning a rather bright shade of pink as he tried to get away from her because hugs were really unnecessary and why did she have to hug him all the time, ugh. But Kakashi's not a kid anymore, and he readily catches Kushina in a hug, even if it's a little hesitant and tentative because ...

Well, he's a grown man now, and not a kid anymore.

And hugging Sensei's wife.

...

.... just how long is too long, anyway? ]

[She practically raised him. More than she raised Naruto and that fact doesn't escape her. That's why sometimes Naruto is a stranger to her and there's always a pain in her heart when she realizes it.

But seeing Kakashi, a boy she helped and was around and certainly hugged a lot, lifts a weight from her shoulders she didn't know was there.

It's just as tight and warm and big as he remembers too, only her arms can't get around him as well as they used to to keep him from squirming away. It's that, that makes her pull back and look up at him.

Looking up at Kakashi.]

Well. You sure grew up.

[He gets probably one of the brightest smiles she can muster too.]

[ Kakashi pulls away, and lets his hands fall from where they had gone around her waist, straightening back up again. He'd leaned over a bit to give Kushina a hug, and it... certainly wasn't like the kind of hug he remembers her giving him when he was still young. After all, she comes up to his chin now. ]

Mm, it's been a long time.

[ He's still smiling, though. ]

I'm thirty now...

[She didn't ask. Maybe there was a reason for that because all she can do is stare. He's older than her now. By a few years.]

No, you're not. You were just--

[She cuts herself off. Sixteen years has gone by that she missed; Naruto growing up, Kakashi getting older. He could very well be thirty, easily. That bright smile pulls down into a frown and she stares at the ground before she leads the two of them inside the house more instead so they don't have to stand around.

She's back to smiling when she looks up, waving him in.]

Come inside already, Mr. Thirty.

[The display that transpired in front of him was a reunion he never thought possible, inasmuch as his own reunion with Kakashi earlier was something he never thought would happen after he breathed his last. And for that, Minato's happy. He knows that this happiness mirrors Kushina's and why shouldn't it? They practically raised him even if they had to leave him early.

As Kushina beckons them and calls him with that nickname, Minato chuckles.]

We might as well call him "Kakashi-san" now, Kushina. [Teasing teasing. He'll place a hand on Kakashi's shoulder but really, he's so tall now.]

[ Some things never change.

The way Kakashi reacts to being teased by two of his favorite people in the world apparently... hasn't either. He still feels a little flustered, but instead of scowling and flushing like he would have sixteen years ago, his eye scrunches up into an awkward smile instead as his shoulders slump and he dips his head slightly. ]

Maa, maa, Sensei...

[ He says, though he knows Minato doesn't actually intend on calling him "Kakashi-san." Or at least, he hopes so...

He toes off his shoes in the entryway and then pads into the house ]

I guess he's not really Little Kakashi-kun anymore either.

[Kushina continues on the teasing as she leads them into the kitchen where a table stands with a little teapot in the center, beside that a vase full of red roses Minato had given to her this morning.

And don't mind the cooking mess over off to the side, that's normal for Kushina. Who knows what concoction she's making now though.

She's quick to pull out cups, her manners getting better over the years, and pour them each something to drink which happens to be the tea in the pot yay.]

It makes you wonder what we should call him.

[Minato toes off his shoes too when he decides to enter their house fully. He's still beckoning his student further into the house with a smile. Their house is quaint and smells of Kushina's cooking, almost similar to their house before they left the world of the living.

Once they reach the kitchen, Minato takes his seat, also gesturing for Kakashi to sit down with him.]

Iyaaa Sensei, I think "Kakashi" will work just fine, hmm?

[ Kakashi chuckles lightly as he takes a seat, only maybe a touch nervous that Minato and Kushina will come up with some ridiculous nickname for him. Knowing Kushina, she probably would just to tease him.

He gives a nod of thanks to Kushina for the tea, tugging his cup over in front of him, but he doesn't touch it yet. ]

[Minato gets his own cup of tea too, but he takes a satisfying sip instead. As he puts down the cup, he glances at Kushina with a wide smile.]

What do you think, Kushina?

[He's also teasing, but he's having a field day today. It's just that it's really been a while since he has Kakashi with him like this, so he grabs the opportunity.]

>[She's busy looking Kakashi over and wondering how such a little boy could grow so much when she jolts a bit at being addressed.]

What?

[Oh, nicknames. She wasn't an entirely HUGE fan of them since 'Tomato' (Red Hot-Blooded Habanero was fine) but sometimes they just fit the person better than an actual name.]

Um...

[He was Little Kakashi-kun before so maybe Big Kakashi?

No, not nearly as cute.

She places her chin in her palm and spins her cup on the table slowly.]

I can't think of any. It's still weird seeing him so grown up. And you're thirty...

[ This is all pretty nostalgic, sitting in a kitchen with Minato and Kushina and tea in front of him, being teased and exchanging witty banter. Well, he wasn't so witty back when he was a kid, but still, the feeling is the same as it always was. A sort of warmth that settles in the chest. That makes him feel...

Almost like he's home. ]

I guess it'll take a bit to get used to, huh?

[ He figures his face is something else Kushina might want to get used to, so after a moment of hesitation, he lifts a finger up and tugs down his mask, under the pretense of picking up his cup of tea for a sip. He tries not to look at her in the process, unsure of what kind of expression might just flit across her face.

After all, his face is certainly not the face of the fourteen year old boy Kushina remembers. Fey features have grown undeniably masculine and strong, silver facial hair shadowing the lower half of his face. A scar Kushina has never seen before cuts across the left corner of his mouth, curving upwards towards the one that bisects his left eye. ]

[Naruto will be so jealous.

Kushina tries not to stare but she is, a bit openly, as he reveals his face. He's different, not just physically either. Whatever reason he wore the mask when he was younger seems to have died off a little as he got older. He was always so nit-picky about it.

Now he's just tugging it off so he can drink her tea.

She notices the scars, it sobers her and she looks away with a furrowed brow. She doesn't want to know Little Kakashi has seen his side of battle as much as anybody else. Maybe more.]

Yeah, it will. [Not just how old he is either.] You're even older than Minato and I.

[She tries to smile, looking at him again, but the size of it squints her eyes shut.]

[ Kakashi sips the tea slowly with a contented sigh. Kushina always brews strong, flavorful teas, just the way he likes. And it's been so long since he last sat in her kitchen across from his sensei drinking tea. He can't help but feel a little... nostalgic. ]

Well... you know what they say about age...

[ It's just a number, right?

He tries to put some levity back into the conversation, especially since -- when he steals a glance at Kushina -- it seems like she's having a hard time adjusting to his face. Maybe he should drink his tea quickly and pull his mask back up in a way that wouldn't be particularly jarring or socially awkward...? ]

The more gray hair you get?

[But she looks a bit pointedly at his mop of silver, grinning to herself.

She's comfortable. Kakashi's face doesn't bother so much that it's weird for her but that it's a man's face and not the young boy.

In the same way Naruto is a grown young man and not a newborn baby that needed to be protected. This Naruto still did, but not in the same way and he wasn't as helpless (or innocent thanks to his sexy jutsu)]

I wonder what that means for me, since I was born with quite a lot of it.

[ Kakashi grins then, relaxing a bit with Kushina's smile. ]

It means you'll age well. Like most Uzumaki.

[Part of the family, Kakashi. Part of the family.]

I'm an Uzumaki, now?

[ Are you adopting me for real, Kushina-san. ]

[A small pause.]

Hmmm, you need red hair.

I could give you some of mine.

[She won't but she says it because Minato is obsessed with it.]

How would we get it to stay on? I don't think tape would work very well...

[ And Sensei would kill him, for cutting Kushina's lovely hair. ]

[Pft. Taping her hair on his head.]

We could make a wig out of it probably. There's more than enough.

One for you and one for Naruto.

[She grabs up a handful where some of it has pooled in her lap and pretends she's judging where she needs to cut it.]

Edited 2013-07-23 11:19 (UTC)

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