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“Danzō-sama,” Iruka’s voice was slightly strained, “by law, you cannot enter this residence without my consent.”
“That law pertains only to civilians. In becoming a shinobi, you forfeited that protection. Come now, Sensei, you know this.”
“You will find that I am perfectly qualified and well-aware of my rights. That same law extends to those employed in government offices. Hatake Kakashi is not a criminal, and my current position grants me the ability to place him under my protective custody.”
“He is ANBU, and already subject to court-martial upon return for exposing his identity.”
“I processed his paperwork. His identity comes as no surprise to me.”
“You are playing a dangerous game, Sensei.” Danzō said, voice low and menacing.
Iruka’s voice showed no fear. “Perhaps I am.”
[i.e. Injured Kakashi crash-lands in his boyfriend's apartment, ROOT hot on his tail, and gets to listen as Iruka engages in a battle of wits to save his ass]
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- Part 1 of Chaos, Drama, and Shinobi Politics
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Recent revelations about the Fierce Deity – that he used to be one of the Chain; that he cared for Time; that Time, fearing the mask, had left him inhumanely imprisoned and alone for decades – have dealt a deep wound to Time's sense of self. With this unsteadiness compounded by the fronts he feels he needs to put up for the Chain and the loss of the mask entirely, it might take a visit to the home he never wanted to go back to again to start putting himself back together.
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- Part 2 of Assorted expanded files for the archive
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He knows he's not a Kokiri.
He's been in the forest as long as he can remember; they've been in the forest as long as they can remember. He can run through the trees, get lost in the mist for days at a time while eating the little mushrooms and berries he finds along the way, wandering his way home eventually, same as them. He loves the sun and cannot eat meat or tell a lie, and the fairies flock to him the way they do the others. And if he asks them, he is no different.
He has no fairy. It hurts, sometimes, to know.
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Every fairy’s pride is their wings, after all. But Time’s unforgiving plates of armor, his dull gray tunic and obsidian trousers, the glowing marks of crimson and navy blue carved into his face — they provide such a severe air. Strength, dedication to duty, and unyielding courage are what they convey.
His wings, however, they speak of softer things, fragile things held close and treasured.
A collection of fics from various points in the Chain's journey centered around my headcanon that Time is part fairy.
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Asuma looks from Anko, who is laser-focused in a way rarely seen outside missions, and Iruka’s bewildered face.
“Holy shit,” he says. “You’ve seen Kakashi’s face.”