Hey ! I’m doing the “Naruto Bingoversaire”, a bingo for the discord’s anniversary named “Naruto Creator Box” (a French discord server that used to be “Kakashi no Sekai”) !
And this is my first prompt : Pique-nique (Picnic)
I’ve used watercolor for the background and the tablecloth, and color pencil for the rest.
It’s been a while since I didn’t do a full drawing on paper (with background, colors and more than 2-3 characters) and… My neck hurts
Here is some steps of the drawing ↓
The sketch is blue, but I’ve used a filter.
The difference between the these two lines is that I’ve put some weight to the line on the second one. I still don’t master the technique yet
Just colouring the characters and dishes (contrast and saturation have been change)
The result without modifying the brightness, contrast and saturation + the floor of my room (because I don’t know where is the best spot to take the picture…)
In lights of my previous answer to this ask about the fact that Obito never blamed Kakashi for anything, what a lot of people don’t know is that Obito even blamed himself for not knowing about Sakumo’s death when Kakashi started to change and shut off.
What’s weird tho, is that Rin seemed to know about Sakumo’s death yet when Obito asked her she quickly changed the subject and didn’t tell him
It’s confirmed again in this scene from her expressions and the way she gasped when Obito mentioned the white fang and when Kakashi lied about it
It’s sad that only Minato and Rin knew what was happening here and both of them didn’t do anything about it.
Prompt:It’s not just in your head (“good, you’re finally awake”, nightmares, panic)
Fandom:Naruto
Characters:Kakashi and Minato
Rating:T
Words:1299
Notes:I suppose there are spoilers if you don’t know Kakashi’s backstory here. Also, this one was one of the more painful ones for me. Baby Kakashi needed all the love and protection, but he never got it.
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Agony shot through Kakashi, stabbing his body like a million burning daggers. His stomach roiled, vomit forcing its way into his throat. The muscles clenched and shook, trying to fight the sensation, but he lost the battle. Flares exploded behind his left eye, driving him toward darkness. Kakashi’s mind refused to seek the solace of unconsciousness. Why?
Rin.
The memory slammed into Kakashi. His lungs refused to work under the weight, refused to pull the air in fast enough. He fought toward his feet, but mud clung to his legs and arms, gluing him to the ground. A cry of Rin’s name rose in Kakashi’s throat, but he couldn’t force it out. Bodies covered the clearing, foreign shinobi with sticky blood pooling beneath them. Gaping wounds yawned in their chests, sides, and throats. They’d died where they stood, slumping to the ground.
Ice washed through Kakashi’s veins as he absorbed the scene. He tried to speak, but his muscles refused to cooperate. A second, stronger wave of nausea drove him back to his knees. Trembling hands jerked his mask off in time to empty his stomach a second time. He wiped away the bile with the back of one hand. Kakashi croaked Rin’s name, but it sounded distant over the roaring in his ears.
A memory flitted around the back of Kakashi’s mind, insistent as a fly. He couldn’t worry about that; he needed to find Rin. Kirigakure had captured her, then Kakashi left to rescue her by himself and, and, something. His mind shied away from the thought. The ground tilted and pitched under Kakashi’s feet, as he noticed the puddle of crimson by his feet.
Brilliant blue light and the excited, chittering of birds filled the air. Terror made Kakashi move faster than he thought possible, almost too quick for the sharingan to compensate. His palm encountered warm resistance, then slid through. Blood dripped from his fingertips. The world shattered. Rin coughed blood. A scream echoed. Kakashi went hoarse before he realized it came from him. Darkness.
“–happened here?”
“Over there!”
“Is he dead?”
“–is that—?
The voices overlapped and reformed in ways that Kakashi couldn’t make sense of. He shivered when someone forced an eye open, and batted at the hand. Mud glued his arms to the ground. Something tugged at his wrist, then his ankle. He tried to fight off his captor, but moving was impossible.
“–one person–?” The whisper came from alarmingly close to Kakashi’s ear but he couldn’t turn his head to capture the rest of the words. They were too soft. He fled into unconsciousness.
“We need a medic!”
The cry jerked Kakashi back to semi-coherence. He opened his eyes, but blinding light forced them shut. Activity buzzed around him, but it could have been happening to someone else for all the notice Kakashi took. Frantic machines beeped, warm hands replaced the chill on his skin, something pinched his wrist, his head dropped against a pillow, then Rin’s face floated across Kakashi’s vision, blood running from the corners of her mouth.
“–in shock.”
“We’re losing him—”
The cold felt like an old friend, wrapping its arms around Kakashi. He surrendered to the embrace of oblivion.
Hours or lifetimes passed; Kakashi opened his eyes. The awkward semi-darkness of a late night surrounded him, not quite dark or light. The hospital room was silent except for a steady beep from beside the bed. He didn’t need to turn toward the sound to know that it belonged to a heart-rate monitor. Kakashi blinked twice, trying to remember why he was there. A chill raced through his body, causing his muscles to tremble involuntarily. Someone shifted beside the bed rising to tuck the blankets more tightly.
A swirl of yellow filled Kakashi’s vision, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Minato’s familiar face brought a surge of panic. Kakashi caught his lower lip between sharp teeth until the copper tang of blood entered his mouth. The heart rate monitor sped toward an unhealthy rate, betraying him. Minato watched the number creep higher; panic squeezed Kakashi’s lungs.
Warmth washed over Kakashi’s bare shoulder. “It’s okay,” Minato murmured. “You’re safe now.”
Panic snapped to anger so quickly that Kakashi’s head spun. “Safe,” he spat the word back like venom. “Rin is dead, and you think I care about being safe?”
Minato’s features softened as he dipped his head. “I’m sorry, Kakashi.”
“You could have been there,” Kakashi growled, cutting off whatever else Minato had been planning to say. “You could have saved her if you cared enough. Did you know what they planned to do? Did you know they’d sealed a tailed beast inside her?”
Kakashi didn’t need the pity in Minato’s eyes to know the answer. Of course the man had known. Alarms rang beside the bed, but Kakashi ignored them. “She killed herself,” he hissed through his constricted throat, fighting the surge of memory that threatened to overwhelm him. “She threw herself in front of my chidori.”
Hot blood ran down Kakashi’s hand, mixing with the cold rain. His name gurged through the crimson that spilled down Rin’s chin with her final breath. A hand clutched the front of his shirt
“If I could have done–”
“Don’t,” Kakashi wished the memory would stop replaying in his mind. Minato paused, then started to speak a second time, but Kakashi interrupted. “I don’t want your excuses, and I don’t need your absolutions. You weren’t there when we needed you most, either time.”
The beeping reached a dangerous crescendo, and the door crashed open. Feet slapped against the floor as a nurse hurried into the room. Minato stepped away from the bed, providing the woman access to her charge. Fingers caught Kakashi’swrist, checking the reading of the monitor. “Are you in pain?”
Kakashi almost laughed at the question. He focused on breathing through his nose and controlling the gallop of his heart. Rin had taught him–the beeping increased again. No, only think about blackness. Nothing but empty darkness around me. No emotions, no memories, nothing but the calm, steady beat of my heart.
Gradually, the alarm lessened then stilled. “You should try to rest,” the woman said, offering the same useless advice that they always did after trauma. “I could get the doctor to sign off on a sedative if you’d like.”
“No,” Kakashi growled. Escaping into a drug induced stupor was a disservice to Rin’s memory.
“Thank you,” Minato offered in place of Kakashi’s ungratefulness. “I’ll make sure that he gets some sleep.”
The woman tsked under her breath and watched Minato for a long moment, undoubtedly trying to decide whether or not she had the authority to remove the jonin. With a shake of her head, the woman left them alone.
Anger boiled beneath the surface of Kakahsi’s calm, but he held his tongue and stared at the ceiling. Minato moved close enough to be clear in Kakashi’s peripheral vision. The man appeared to have aged years since Kakashi saw him last, three weeks earlier. Dark shadows rimmed the blue eyes that sought Kakashi’s. He stubbornly looked away from the gentle gaze to focus on the brown flecked tiles overhead.
“Kakashi,” Minato prodded, reaching out a second time. “I know you’re hurting and angry. You have every right to be, but one day you’ll understand–”
“The village comes first,” Kakashi finished, clenching his jaw tight enough that his teeth ached. He didn’t look at Minato; he couldn’t bear to see the confirmation in the eyes that he’d once trusted. He rolled onto his side and closed his eyes against the tears building behind them. “I need to sleep.”
Minato sighed, soft and uncertain, then shook his head. “As you wish.”
Kakashi compartmentalized the pain and held it together until the door shut behind Minato. Then, the tears fell.
