chapter viii;
Months later, she has passed the awkward phase of "my best friend's a girl" with Obito and the "my other best friend's now my shopping buddy" with Rin. It's good, to have her best friends back. Not that seeing Obito blush wasn't amusing, but it was only for a while. And she's glad that Rin has finally understood that she's not thrilled by shopping. Really.
But, all in all, she's just happy to have them back.
(Like, really. Obito's seventeen. A shinobi. He should know better than blushing when they're sharing a tent in the middle of a mission. But, well, he's Obito.)
It's spring when Minato-sensei —who's not their sensei anymore, because he's the Hokage, and they're all Jōnin and thank Goodness still on the same team, though they go to missions with other ninjas too— calls them and invites them to supper. It's not that strange, but they haven't seen nor Minato-sensei nor Kushina too much in the last five months, so it's okay if they're a little excited about it.
She has let her hair long since after coming out to her teammates, and now's at her shoulder length — and damn if she's not proud of it. But Minato-sensei and Kushina haven't seen it yet, so she thinks that it'd be a good surprise.
(And it is, but theirs is much bigger than hers.)
When they arrive at their sensei's home, she notices Rin wearing a cute pink dress. It's not her style, she knows, but maybe—someday, she will wear something a little more girlish. And it's a maybe, not because she's not sure, but because right now she's fifteen and she's kind of confused because she has never wanted skirts nor makeup, and suddenly she wants to try, to let herself see what she would look like with them. She sighs, a little stressed because it's difficult being a teenager with hormones and new sensations and feelings and — yeah, it's kind of a mess.
Obito, though, looks handsome. Perfect. Well, not really, because he's not perfect, but he's not wearing his ninja attire as usual, instead, he's wearing this shirt who does wonders and those trousers who Kakashi thinks would look a lot better in her bedroom's floor, dropped by Obito himself while they're in her bed, kissing and—
Yeah, being a teenager is a mess.
She's just wearing her mask, a shirt, and her favourite pants, which are grey. Nothing from the usual.
She knocks when she has calmed down a little.
"Minato-sensei, we're here!" Rin shouts.
The moment Minato opens the door — he's smiling happily. It feels like he's the sun itself —and maybe that's the adoration talking, but the three of them had seen Minato at his worst and damn, because they're already breathing the positivity that radiates from him— and they can't wait to hear what has him so excited.
It's once they're inside the house and they see Kushina that Rin gasps, Obito is left dumbfounded and Kakashi feels her heart melt.
"Surprise!" she says, with a big smile. "We're having a baby!"
Kakashi is going to have a little brother.
Oh God, she's going to have a little brother.
(Because, yeah, this man who has blond hair and blue eyes and smells like spring breeze is her father —and Sakumo will always have a part of her heart, but Minato has his, too—. )
And she couldn't be happier.
(Later, when Minato and Kushina notice the change in her hair, and Rin and Obito are gone, she smiles. "Do you think Tsunade would be up to a sex-changing operation?")
(And she's not exactly shy, but there are a blush and a little smile hidden by her mask.)
(Kushina smiles.)
(Minato cries.)
("Our baby is going to have a big sister, Mina-chan!")
("They would have had one even if she didn't want to change her sex, Kushina.")
("Well, yeah, but now they won't be confused-ttebane!")
(For some reason, she can't stop thinking about a blond, with blue eyes and foxy smiles, baby brother that calls her "nee-chan".)
(Maybe it will all be okay, wrong body and all.)
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Fanfiction❝ THE GIRL IN HER RIBCAGE WEARS A BLOODY CROWN. ❞ 傷 ━━ The world will either make you or break you, and maybe Kakashi was born with a dick between her legs, but her fangs were sharpened by wolves, and her kindness bred by death. Maybe in another lif...
