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Hello All!! New Fan Fictions coming soon!!
May 1995:

  Colorado spring time was something that many looked forward too. Mild, temperate weather and crisp clear skies. On a quiet block in Grand Junction, Harper Ashlynn Hopp peered out a window in the tiny duplex.

"Momma, let's go to the park!" She squealed, turning to face her mother. Julia sat on the beaten down floral sofa, ignoring her small daughter’s request. Harper moved closer to Julia, but in a quiet and cautious manner.

“Momma? Do you wanna go outside?” She asked again. Julia held a worn photo in her hands. It was Julia and a man, dark haired  with slate grey eyes. In his arms a tiny bundle, dark hair. The Hopp family, young and joyful. Former shells of the life they once lived. Julia had grown frail and sorrowful in the last years since David’s death. A traffic accident. Now the only reminder of her late husband was Harper, a spitting image of him.

“Momma? Did you hea-”


An open palm met with the soft flesh of Harper’s cheek.

“Knock it off Harper!” The attack was nothing unusual, in fact it was a typical day for the five year old as tears pooled in her own grey eyes.
“Go to your room. I can’t…I can’t look at you now.” Julia placed the photo on the coffee table and started walking away from Harper.

“No!” Harper stood her ground. “I want to go outside. Please Momma! I’ll be good! I promise!” Before she could continue her plea for a normal childhood, Julia rushed at her and picked her up haphazardly, taking her up the stairs and tossing her into a shabby bedroom.

“Stay in here Harper.” Julia’s voice cracked with distress.

“Until when?”

“Until I say.” Julia closed the door with a snap and clicked a lock.

   Harper was petite with dark hair and steel grey eyes. Her limbs were wire like and added to an awkwardness that her small frame currently had. She collapsed on the floor, tears streaming down her face.

It’s not fair…it’s not… she thought as she curled up on the floor.

“I suppose…it really isn’t, is it?”

Harper hiccupped and turned to see a man she had never seen before. He had tousled dark hair and was unshaven. His eyes were a shade of blue she’d never seen, intense, yet calming and reassuring as he sat on the edge of the bed. He wore a dark suit and tie, much like her father use to wear. Though the thing that stood out most to Harper was the khaki over coat he wore, given the weather had been warm and dry the last few days.

“Who are you?” She asked in a hushed voice, scooting back against the wall. The man stood and looked down at the child.

“You need not fear me Harper. I am not here to hurt you.” His voice was deep and gravelly, yet kind and gentle as he gave her a soft smile.
“I’m not supposed to talk with strangers.” she mumbled, though this was something she had learned from the news channel, rather than from Julia. The man knelt on one knee in front of her.

“My name is Castiel. I am an angel of the lord, sent to watch over you.” Harper gaped at the man as she slowly stood, extending her hand.

“My name is Harper.” Castiel looked confused at her tiny outstretched hand. Harper quickly pulled it back as she pressed deeper into the wall. “My Momma says you aren’t really real. If you were, you wouldn’t have taken Poppa.”

“Then why do you continue to pray for us, Harper?” The angel had posed this as more of a statement than an actual question. Harper looked quizzically at him before looking down at her feet.

“I want things be normal when Poppa was alive. Momma works and drinks...she’s not happy...I remind her of Poppa.”

“You’ve been strong, Harper. For your mother and your Father.” Castiel placed a hand on her shoulder. “You are a very special child, The Father has plans for you, Harper Ashlynn.”

“Like what?” She had such intense focus on the strange man. How could he know her future? Or make such promises? Castiel held her wrist and placed a delicate, yet simple bracelet on it.

“This,” He held up her wrist. “Is so that you will always know we are watching over you and find you when the time is right.” The bracelet was silver with two ornate orbs next to two amethyst colored ones. In the center a long bead, gold and purple with a bizarre script. Castiel took in the child’s expression. He was told the range of human emotion was vast and yet, Harper’s eye held so much more that he still wasn’t aware of. He broke their silence with a soft smile.

“For now, why don’t we play a game.” He gestured to the table that sat in the corner of the room. A board game from the shelf had set itself up. Harper made her way over to the table, looking perplexed. She looked up at Castiel, confused.

“Monopoly?” She asked, looking at the tiny silver figures and plastic homes. Castiel looked down at her, analyzing her expression.

“Do you...dislike this game?” He asked confused by the child’s reaction.

“Do you have all day?” She countered. Castiel had not expected to be given another question.

“I don’t quite understand-”

“Monopoly takes...all day.” She said, her grey eyes looking into his azure ones. “You have to buy places and stuff.” Castiel had expected the child to be enthused by the notion of playing a game, not receive the current sass he got.

“We could play...another activity...if you would like?” Harper’s eyes seemed to dance with glee.

“Wanna have a tea party?!”

“We have no tea…”

“You don’t have to have tea. You pretend.” She mimicked drinking out of a cup with her pinky extended. “When you hold it like this, you’re fancy.” She explained. Castiel didn’t understand, but played along with the child’s whims. For now she was normal, even if for a short time.
The light
My first installment with Harper (NEW supernatural OC). As an added I suggest the following playlist while reading.

Chapter 1

Silver Square BulletSpiegel im spiegel-Arvo Part
Silver Square Bullet Look After You-The Fray
Silver Square Bullet You are my Sunshine-Johnny Cash
Silver Square Bullet New Slang- Vitamin String Quartet
Silver Square Bullet Somewhere only we know-Vitamin String Qartet
      Tomoko stood in the mirror. It was odd to see the Anbu uniform on her slender frame, though it would be odder to have to wear a mask while on a mission. It wasn’t so much constricting, but the thought of having a narrowed line of sight and peripherals. She sighed and left her apartment.

It was a short walk to the Anbu office, so she hadn’t bothered much with an umbrella. It wouldn’t be needed on a mission, only to get into the way and become cumbersome.

Upon her arrival she found Kakashi and Yamato talking outside the door to the office. Yamato stopped and turned his head to her.

“Tomo!” He smiled brightly as she bowed to the two of them.

“Kakashi. Yamato. What are you doing waiting outside the door?” She looked into Yamato’s eyes as she asked, though it was Kakashi who answered.

“Awaiting our assignment as a unit.” He pointed to a sheet with names broken up into 3 man units. There in bold letters were the names Deushi, Hatake, Tenzo.

“Yamato…Tenzo?” She asked inquisitively as Yamato looked sheepishly at the two of them.

“It’s a long story guys…don’t think too much into it.” He tried to brush it off but before either could respond a solid and well built man stepped out and motioned to them to follow him.

Inside were three armed chairs with men seated between them.

“You will be tattooed and then speak with the Hokage about your mission.” The gestured to the chairs and the three of them sat. Immediately the sound of buzzing filled the room as the artist placed the simple swirl upon their left shoulders. The noise is what through Tomoko off. If it wasn’t for the noise it would simply feel like a mild sting. With however, she thought of hornets swarming the room, endlessly stabbing into her. She focused on calming these thoughts, while the artist dabbed the needle into ink once more to continue the line.

As soon as it was over, Tomoko’s eyes fluttered open. A cooling sensation flooded to where the tattoo had been placed. Looking down, she the artist heal the skin and pull away. Kakashi and Yamato stood from their seats and headed towards the next door. Tomoko quickly followed, looking down at her feet. It was awkward still to work with Kakashi. He was so quite, yet so fierce in his actions. Then there was Yamato. Stoic and bold in every way. Then Tomoko. Shy and incredibly ordinary. She sighed as the sudden reminder of her dullness floated to the surface.

“Deushi?” Tomoko flinched as Kakashi looked down at her. Pink patches  erupted on her cheeks.

“I’m good. We’re good.” She raised her hand laughing shakily. Yamato looked behind at the two. He smiled at the two of them and turned back to the door.

“Flirtations can wait, no?” He said quietly. It was Kakashi’s turn to blush. He waved it off and looked away.

“Unlikely.” He said as the door opened. They entered as Hokage stood and greeted him. The Third looked exhausted and yet his wise eyes betrayed him as he nodded to the trio.

“Congratulations on your promotion, young ones,” His voice was calm and velvety as he gestured to the table. “ I have chosen your identities for the mission at hand and for the rest of your career as ANBU. Deushi.”

“Thank you sir.” She bowed and accepted the mask. Flipping it over and examining the markings. An otter face clearly displayed. She turned to see Kakashi and Yamato’s. Cat and Dog.

The third smiled kindly at them and proceeded to the mission and what they were to do. It all kind of blended together as they took the order and left. The task was simple enough. Pull recon on the other side to see if any other threats would come for Konaha in it’s weakened state.

“How interesting, the masks, I mean.” Yamato said as they made camp for the night. Tomoko turned and faced him. Kakashi looked at him too, confusion sweeping both their faces.

“Why would it be interesting? They’re just masks.” Kakashi said flatly. Yamato nodded and pulled off his own mask.

“The cat. Stoic and silent.” he gestured to Kakashi. “The dog. Resourcefulness and intelligence. And Finally, the otter. Dexterity and Cunning. He took our attributes and made them our new identity.”

Tomoko removed her own mask and examined it. She knew the legends of the otter. How they were similar to the kitsune, using cunning and wit to fool unsuspecting victims. She hadn’t put much thought into it before hand, but saw how they did in fact reflect their own attributes. She placed it back upon her face and stared back at the others, thinking of something her mother always said.

‘You can never see your best parts, because you’re busy looking at everyone else’s best.’

She never saw her best, until now. She saw what was her peer’s strength. Kakashi’s ability to think on the fly and Yamato’s observation skills. She smiled to herself for the identity she would assume from now on.


The wind blew through the apartment as autumn came through Konha. Shades of gold lacing the azure skies. It was warmer then the previous years. Tomoko sighed, remembering the last time it was this warm was close to 12 years ago. She looked out over their balcony. Konha’s hustle and bustle below, the people, were what had made this city worth fighting for, worth living in.        

“Whatcha thinking about?”

Tomoko turned and faced the voice. It made her smile, yet at the same time left her bewildered at the same time. A voice she thought would never speak to her in such a gentle tone with such love and conviction.

“Our new life. The people in the streets. How happy I am. Which do you want to talk about?” She smiled standing and making her way to stand next to Kakashi. He returned the smile and looked down at her as she wrapped an arm around his waist, head on his shoulder.

“All of it. Forever.” He leaned his head against hers. In his arms, a small bundle of blankets. A tiny head with wispy light brown hair. Tomoko smiled down at the infant as it gripped her index finger tightly.

“I’d like that. And I think Saku would too.”
You anchor me back down
My final installment for :icontomoko-senpai: I enjoyed working on these, thank you again for giving me a chance to play with your characters and take them places

In the weeks that followed Rin Nohara’s funeral, the season had changed quiet drastically. Days that had once been sunny and warm, now were filled with rain and dropping temperatures. Konoha, a once bustling city, with citizens wearing bright colors, selling ripened fruits and fresh meats in the market place while the passersby discussed later plans. Transformed by the chill, the city’s inhabitants now hurried to seek shelter from the cold that had filled the city. The market now offering ramen, hot pots and further dishes to warm the body.

As a new shower began to dampen the streets, those on the streets hurried and gathered under awnings and in various buildings. All except one.

Deushi Tomoko, peaked out from under her umbrella, with a grin. Though it was not the weather she had grown up with in the land of snow, it was a welcomed change. Tomoko had always enjoyed Konoha since her family had moved, though the average temperatures had slightly lessened her appreciation for the city. She grew excited as the weather would change and thought of how nice it would feel as the cool air would brush against her face.
“Deushi.” A voice called from somewhere behind her. Tomoko turned around to see a dark haired boy heading toward her, with a news paper as a makeshift umbrella. She smiled and raised her arm to allow the boy under her umbrella.

“Yamato. How are you?” She asked quietly as he shook out the newspaper a bit. He returned the smile and offered to take the umbrella from her grasp.
“I’m fine, now that I found you. What on earth are you doing in this storm?” He fell in step with her and continued down the road. Tomoko laughed and held her free arm out to feel the rain gently kiss the skin.
“I would hardly call this a storm, Yamato.” She peered back at him. “I could ask you the same thing.” Yamato held out the newspaper.
“I heard they named those who were newly appointed to the black ops.” He folded the paper and pretended to look as though it was highly surprising.
“You and I both know who is on that list. It’s hardly worth braging about.” She smirked. Yamato smirked back.
“You and Hatake. Both highly ranked according to the Anbu Unit.” He continued. Tomoko rolled her eyes.
“ I believe you ranked higher then myself, did you not, Yamato?” He stood a little prouder and beamed.

Though it had only been a few weeks ago, the time seemed to fly in Tomoko’s mind. Rin’s funeral and her confrontation of Kakashi. The anbu exam. Missions. Everything seemed to come and go much faster then she had thought. Yamato had tucked the paper into his pack and then shoved his hand into his pockets. They continued to walk with no planed destination. This was one thing Tomoko enjoyed about Yamato’s company. He never questioned her on where they were going, if they were going to stop and eat or even how long it would take to go on their many walks. They always just seemed comfortable and relaxed while they talked about whatever crossed their minds.
“I was surprised to see you and Hatake arrive at the ceremony together.” Yamato said after a few minuets of silence. Tomoko shrugged. She had wanted to take baby steps with her new relationship with Kakashi. After her moment with him she felt as if maybe she had let too much out. Maybe he thought she was desperate to no longer be lonely after Obito and Rin. Or maybe, neither was ready to admit how much they need each others company.
“We are working on the friend thing.” She said blankly as the rain started to pick up a little more.

“You’re cute together.” Yamato said bluntly. Tomoko stopped and stared up at him, red burning her face and ears.
“We are not. Kakashi and I are working out our new found friendship. It’s what Rin would have wanted.” Her voice cracked a little and Yamato smiled.
“Easy, Tomo. I’m just saying. It was nice to see you two on such good terms.” He held his hands out and apologized for his comment prior. Satisfied Tomoko continued her stride.    
They found themselves outside a ramen shop. The scent of warm broth, cooked meats and aromatic tea drew them in. As Tomoko closed her umbrella, she noticed a shock of white hair.
“Speak of the devil and he shall appear.” She said, straightning out a bit before setting the umbrella in the holder by the door. Yamato made his way over to the table and sat down next to a boy with rather thick eyebrows. Tomoko bowed and asked if it were alright for her to join them as well. The thick browed boy shot up and offered the seat next to Kakashi with such exuberance, it made Tomoko embarrassed.
“Gai, would sit down.” Kakashi asked as he removed his mask, taking a sip from his tea. Tomoko seated herself and looked over at Yamato. He wore a smug little smile and his eyes danced as he looked at the two of them. Gai leaned across the table and gave Tomoko a thumbs up.
“Congratulations on the latest rank Deushi. You are now officially a leaf shinobi!” He said, beaming as brightly as ever.
“Wasn’t I one when I made genin?” He asked scratching the back of her head as Yamato ordered tea and ramen for the two of them. Gai looked thoughtful for a moment and nodded.
“I suppose, but even with that ice jutsu it’s clear that you would have made a excellent Ninja in the land of snow.”  he said. Yamato nodded.
“It is perhaps your best jutsu, Tomo.” He took a sip of his tea and peered at her from over his glass. She nodded modestly.
“As is your wood jutsu.” she added calmly looking over at Kakashi. “Congrats to you as well. Looks like we’re all going to be in Anbu.” there was a thud and Gai slid in his seat.
“Not all of us. I’m sorry dear, sweet Tomoko. Might Gai will not be joining you in this next chapter quite yet.” Gai wailed dramatically as the waitress stopped before placing the bowls on the table. Yamato apologized to her, slapping Gai back into an upright position.

The four sat quietly eating their soup. Gai however, continued to challenge Kakashi in pointless mini contests while they ate. As they finished, Kakashi gripped Tomoko’s arm as she raised from the table. He held her there a moment, pink splotching his face.

“Congratulations to you Tomoko. Rin would be proud. You…really earned it.” His eyes shifted down to the floor. Tomoko smiled kindly. She took his hand in her own.
“Rin would be proud of us. Both of us.”

Yamato turned briefly from his converation with Gai and saw their moment. He smiled to himself and continued on with Gai.
It was hidden in the fall
More :icontomoko-senpai:. I'm really liking this paring the more I do with them :blush:

Konoha stood peaceful as the autumn breeze through Tomoko’s open window. Peace had filled the land now that war was finished, though not without it’s casualties. She had wrapped her top, tying it snug around her waist. Tomoko had taken her long ash hair, placing it in a braid that laid across her left shoulder. She sighed looking at her reflection. The last of the funerals for her graduating class…at least for now. She stepped out of her apartment and headed toward the ceremony, quietly grateful they had gotten such a beautiful day for such a beautiful soul.

Kakashi sat under the large tree in the school yard. It had been because of his actions, that the village would mourn another young shinobi. Had there been another way, a more effective way, he would have taken it. It was because of him, Rin Nohara was being laid to rest today. Kakashi placed his face in his hands, mentally preparing himself for the funeral. First, Obito’s and now Rin’s. How many other’s would die because of his blunders, because of his actions?
“Kakashi?” A small timid voice asked. He looked up to see the last person he had wanted to see today. Deushi Tomoko stood, hands clutched together as she looked down on him. He narrowed his eyes as he stood.
“I don’t want your pity Tomoko.” He pushed past her, as he made his way to the ceremony.
Tomoko stood there quietly as he walked away. Frustration filled her, every time she talked to him it was the same. Venom and anger laced his voice with every word, purposefully trying to hurt her. She clenched her fists and followed after him.
“What did I ever do to you? “ Tomoko asked as she caught up with him. Keeping up in stride, she looked up at him. Kakashi stopped and looked back down at her.
“Tomo, what do want? Go away.” He started walking away. Tomoko ran up in front of him and held her hands out wide.
“No! This ends now, Kakashi! Why? Why do you shut me out? Why do you shut everyone out, when you can‘t deal with these things? What are you so afraid of?” Tears welled in her eyes. She had disliked him at times yes, but with the war ended it opened up her eyes to him. Kakashi had been through so much already in his young life and to imagine how much pain he had been through was unfathomable to her.

They stood quietly looking at each other. Tomoko, with determination in her eyes, straightened up a little to bring herself to full height. Kakashi sighed and closed his eyes. Tomoko was apparently going no where unless he spoke to her, even if it meant being late to the ceremony.
“I’m tired of the not being able to protect those in my charge, Tomo.” Kakashi’s words were breathless as he looked at his shoes. “You have no idea what it’s like to lose everything and nothing.”

“I do.” She took a step forward and wrapped both hands around his waist. Tears finally falling. “I’ve the closest thing to a sister and someone I truly cared for…” Kakashi looked down at her. Tomoko was not selfish in this confession. Rin and her had been close, how could they not be? They had been friends from the start. And then there was Obito. Tomoko had always been there for him, even when he would fail. Kakashi had always seen this as weakness, but now maybe this was what he needed. An anchor. A rock. Tomoko had lost just as much as him, and he wanted to wallow in it. He wanted to let it consume him, dragging him into oblivion.

Then, there was this little light. Nothing strong and overbearing. No, this was soft and calming. It was Tomoko. She had every reason to hate him. To be just as cruel as he was. But…she wasn’t. Tomoko was embracing him, trying to ease his pain that threatened to consume him. Taking on his burden as well.

Kakashi placed a hand on her shoulder, holding her at arms length. Her black eyes glistening with tears. His thumb pushed a few away as he looked calmly at her.
“We’re going to be late. Rin wouldn’t want that.” Kakashi said curtly, pulling Tomoko by her hand. She hiccupped following behind, hand in hand.
I could feel my heartbeat taking me down
A commission of sorts for :icontomoko-senpai:. She wanted a fan fic of her lovely character Tomoko <da:thumb id="187021246"> to which I love, but want to ease into. She's mentioned that :iconkakashiplz:and :icontomoko-senpai: will grow, so I want to break it into chapters :)

I'm thinking at least two more installments.



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