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“Maa… Have you been good for Solstice, Haku? I’m sure you want to get presents like everyone else.”
“Yes I do think I’ve been very nice,” Haku says, matter-of-factly from his seat in the jounin’s lap. Tutoring, babysitting, delivering babies, all sorts of niceties.
Kakashi’s brow raised. “And how much was done with that fake smile of yours?”
He had always been a little mistrusting but he did all sorts of niceties as well with a fake smile trying had to live up to his best friend’s legacy. “I did see you eating by yourself most of the time at the hospital. Isn’t it time you tried trusting some of them too? How about you ask little old me to help? You want gifts for the holiday, don’t you?”
“Supposing I did,“ Haku breathed, voice little more than a murmur. He turned so that they faced each other more, using his shorter height to his advantage. Kakashi has to look down at him, falling right into that tempting gaze. Dainty fingers rose and gently curled in the jounin’s silver hair. ”How exactly would you help?“

Oh. One dark eye widened ever so slightly. Haku was being quite forward and it was a little surprising, considering his usual skittishness. Surprising enough to make his neck muscles stiffen, anyway. “I have a lot of things to offer….”
He says, an underlying tone of flirtation present in his voice. Underneath his mask, a small hitch of his lips forms a half smile. “It shouldn’t be hard to have them see the– good side of you.” He paused, and digits partly covered by gloves trailed up and onto the boy’s arm. “But I’m not sure I want you to be so preoccupied by others…”
The copy nin was finally showing his possessive side. The side that didn’t want to be left alone like always. The side that kept him distanced from others so they wouldn’t see how much of a demon he really was on the inside.
“Such a selfish wish. You encourage me to branch out and yet you speak as though I am not to be shared.” Haku’s smile was faint, “I have no good in me. Nor bad. I am simply me, and if others will not try to be understanding of me, then I shall not grant them the same courtesy.”
“Now who is being selfish? You say you won’t give them the courtesy but really you want to have them all love you and acknowledge you. You give them respect even if they try not to be understanding because it is your selfish wish to be accepted–….” Kakashi knew he had said something terrible, something that was in the deep dark crevasse of both of their minds, but at the moment he couldn’t help himself. He’d had too much eggnog, and this infuriating boy had a hand in his hair and was all but begging to be ravished.
His hand grasped the thin wrist near his cheek and squeezed it lightly.
“But that’s what I like about you. You are pure and selfish.” A warm smile washed over his covered face and he pulled the hand down to ear and cheek.
Were he still a child, Haku might have gasped and clung to Konoha’s scarecrow in fervent distress, horrified that someone had been able to see through the cracks. Not many saw past his icy exterior, or even bothered to for that matter. Not even Zabuza had been able to see so clearly into his heart, and yet Kakashi could. Many things should be said about his wisdom, or his sharingan, and less about his copying style and laziness. Worry creased Haku’s brow as he was entirely unused to being read so clearly. His smile twitched, and faltered. “The same could be said for you Kakashi. But you are raw.” Idly his fingers brushed the hairline behind Kakashi’s ear.
“Too long, I think, we have worn masks.”
Raw; Untrained, not cooked, not having undergone processes of preparing, dressing, finishing, refining, or manufacture. He didn’t understand how that applied to him but Haku was correct about him being that way somewhat. For him, he didn’t want to be acknowledged by people, he didn’t want more people to know him, to get close to him. They would die. They always did. What he wanted was for his own life to have some sort of meaning, to himself, not others. Yet no matter what he tried, all he could see himself as was a failure, a killer, one who didn’t belong in the light like Haku was in. And he knew far too well that revealing his face would show this pure boy sitting on his lap just how much of a monster he was.
“Literally, or figurative?” Kakashi bounced back from his momentary dulled look and beamed out his trademark smile. “Because if you wanted to know what’s under my mask…” He hitched his fingers under the navy cloth and pulled it down.
“It’s just another mask!”.
Haku snorted, then covered his mouth, looking appalled that such a sound escaped his delicate mouth. “Figuratively. I care not for the face that lies beneath fabric,” He said finally, the husky murmur back to his voice. “No matter how ugly or how beautiful it may be.”
Fingers found the edge of the second mask and he pulled upwards, so it was in the first’s usual place. “I do not hide myself from you. Do not hide yourself from me.”
A sadder smile grew on his beautiful face, “I know who you are, Hatake Kakashi. I know what horrible things you’ve done, but you cannot look at me and think me pure. The same blood that stains your hands is also on mine. If you can look at me and see something beautiful, then allow me to look at you the same way in return.”
It hit, and it hit hard. There were times he’d taken off his mask to eat in front of others or other such things, but he didn’t care for taking it off to be vulnerable in front of someone. Especially not someone like Haku. Who while he too had red-stained hands, it was for the purest of intentions. Not once had Haku tried to get revenge on him for killing Zabuza. Not once had he threatened, scoffed, or looked down upon such a wretched creature as the one known as Hatake Kakashi. Not even when he’d taken the very thing most precious to Haku’s life.
It was HATRED.
Hatred hadn’t taken over the snow child’s mind, not even when he could so easily hate Kakashi for what he’d done. Despair hadn’t filled his every fiber of his being, not even when his whole world had been torn asunder. Both emotions were probably within the younger’s reach but they didn’t consume him as they had with ‘the friend killer’. Haku truly was pure in the sense that he was incapable of being consumed by such. Like Naruto and Sakura, and many others that he could call friend.
“You really are pure….” Kakashi was being treated like a human, like an equal, when he didn’t believe he should have been. Baffled, he stared down at the other, eye softening. “And I can’t win against you, can I?” Digits took hold of both masks and lowered them. Down over his nose, lips, chin, until the fabric settled around the base of his neck. Almost white skin met those round eyes, a sharp nose, and perfectly shaped lips. Kakashi was a beautiful person, but it was his thoughts that made him feel ugly. Anyone now could now see Kakashi for who he truly was, and he was glad that for the moment, it was only the two of them.
Haku marveled at the skin revealed to him. He’d suspected Kakashi was quite handsome, but seeing it in person was an all together different experience. His skin was like marble, much like his own, marred by nothing but the scar that just barely peeked from his brow and headband. With soft fingers, Haku dared to touch his cheeks.
“You hide this face? What a shame….” He shifted, so his hips wrapped around the jounin. “This is not what I meant, but I would not be truthful in saying it is not something I desired….”
Honey eyes peered up into onyx. Though his mask was down, Kakashi kept the other eye closed, shielding and protecting the sharingan. Haku brought his other hand up and cupped the copy nin’s face, thumb tracing the line of scarred flesh idly. “Perhaps I am pure….”
He leaned forward and pressed their lips together, light as a butterfly would perch on the edge of a flower. “But I certainly am not innocent.”

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“Maa… Have you been good for Solstice, Haku? I’m sure you want to get presents like everyone else.”
“Yes I do think I’ve been very nice,” Haku says, matter-of-factly from his seat in the jounin’s lap. Tutoring, babysitting, delivering babies, all sorts of niceties.
Kakashi’s brow raised. “And how much was done with that fake smile of yours?”
He had always been a little mistrusting but he did all sorts of niceties as well with a fake smile trying had to live up to his best friend’s legacy. “I did see you eating by yourself most of the time at the hospital. Isn’t it time you tried trusting some of them too? How about you ask little old me to help? You want gifts for the holiday, don’t you?”
“Supposing I did,“ Haku breathed, voice little more than a murmur. He turned so that they faced each other more, using his shorter height to his advantage. Kakashi has to look down at him, falling right into that tempting gaze. Dainty fingers rose and gently curled in the jounin’s silver hair. ”How exactly would you help?“

Oh. One dark eye widened ever so slightly. Haku was being quite forward and it was a little surprising, considering his usual skittishness. Surprising enough to make his neck muscles stiffen, anyway. “I have a lot of things to offer….”
He says, an underlying tone of flirtation present in his voice. Underneath his mask, a small hitch of his lips forms a half smile. “It shouldn’t be hard to have them see the– good side of you.” He paused, and digits partly covered by gloves trailed up and onto the boy’s arm. “But I’m not sure I want you to be so preoccupied by others…”
The copy nin was finally showing his possessive side. The side that didn’t want to be left alone like always. The side that kept him distanced from others so they wouldn’t see how much of a demon he really was on the inside.
“Such a selfish wish. You encourage me to branch out and yet you speak as though I am not to be shared.” Haku’s smile was faint, “I have no good in me. Nor bad. I am simply me, and if others will not try to be understanding of me, then I shall not grant them the same courtesy.”
“Now who is being selfish? You say you won’t give them the courtesy but really you want to have them all love you and acknowledge you. You give them respect even if they try not to be understanding because it is your selfish wish to be accepted–….” Kakashi knew he had said something terrible, something that was in the deep dark crevasse of both of their minds, but at the moment he couldn’t help himself. He’d had too much eggnog, and this infuriating boy had a hand in his hair and was all but begging to be ravished.
His hand grasped the thin wrist near his cheek and squeezed it lightly.
“But that’s what I like about you. You are pure and selfish.” A warm smile washed over his covered face and he pulled the hand down to ear and cheek.
Were he still a child, Haku might have gasped and clung to Konoha’s scarecrow in fervent distress, horrified that someone had been able to see through the cracks. Not many saw past his icy exterior, or even bothered to for that matter. Not even Zabuza had been able to see so clearly into his heart, and yet Kakashi could. Many things should be said about his wisdom, or his sharingan, and less about his copying style and laziness. Worry creased Haku’s brow as he was entirely unused to being read so clearly. His smile twitched, and faltered. “The same could be said for you Kakashi. But you are raw.” Idly his fingers brushed the hairline behind Kakashi’s ear.
“Too long, I think, we have worn masks.”
Raw; Untrained, not cooked, not having undergone processes of preparing, dressing, finishing, refining, or manufacture. He didn’t understand how that applied to him but Haku was correct about him being that way somewhat. For him, he didn’t want to be acknowledged by people, he didn’t want more people to know him, to get close to him. They would die. They always did. What he wanted was for his own life to have some sort of meaning, to himself, not others. Yet no matter what he tried, all he could see himself as was a failure, a killer, one who didn’t belong in the light like Haku was in. And he knew far too well that revealing his face would show this pure boy sitting on his lap just how much of a monster he was.
“Literally, or figurative?” Kakashi bounced back from his momentary dulled look and beamed out his trademark smile. “Because if you wanted to know what’s under my mask…” He hitched his fingers under the navy cloth and pulled it down.
“It’s just another mask!”.
Haku snorted, then covered his mouth, looking appalled that such a sound escaped his delicate mouth. “Figuratively. I care not for the face that lies beneath fabric,” He said finally, the husky murmur back to his voice. “No matter how ugly or how beautiful it may be.”
Fingers found the edge of the second mask and he pulled upwards, so it was in the first’s usual place. “I do not hide myself from you. Do not hide yourself from me.”
A sadder smile grew on his beautiful face, “I know who you are, Hatake Kakashi. I know what horrible things you’ve done, but you cannot look at me and think me pure. The same blood that stains your hands is also on mine. If you can look at me and see something beautiful, then allow me to look at you the same way in return.”
It hit, and it hit hard. There were times he’d taken off his mask to eat in front of others or other such things, but he didn’t care for taking it off to be vulnerable in front of someone. Especially not someone like Haku. Who while he too had red-stained hands, it was for the purest of intentions. Not once had Haku tried to get revenge on him for killing Zabuza. Not once had he threatened, scoffed, or looked down upon such a wretched creature as the one known as Hatake Kakashi. Not even when he’d taken the very thing most precious to Haku’s life.
It was HATRED.
Hatred hadn’t taken over the snow child’s mind, not even when he could so easily hate Kakashi for what he’d done. Despair hadn’t filled his every fiber of his being, not even when his whole world had been torn asunder. Both emotions were probably within the younger’s reach but they didn’t consume him as they had with ‘the friend killer’. Haku truly was pure in the sense that he was incapable of being consumed by such. Like Naruto and Sakura, and many others that he could call friend.
“You really are pure….” Kakashi was being treated like a human, like an equal, when he didn’t believe he should have been. Baffled, he stared down at the other, eye softening. “And I can’t win against you, can I?” Digits took hold of both masks and lowered them. Down over his nose, lips, chin, until the fabric settled around the base of his neck. Almost white skin met those round eyes, a sharp nose, and perfectly shaped lips. Kakashi was a beautiful person, but it was his thoughts that made him feel ugly. Anyone now could now see Kakashi for who he truly was, and he was glad that for the moment, it was only the two of them.
Haku marveled at the skin revealed to him. He’d suspected Kakashi was quite handsome, but seeing it in person was an all together different experience. His skin was like marble, much like his own, marred by nothing but the scar that just barely peeked from his brow and headband. With soft fingers, Haku dared to touch his cheeks.
“You hide this face? What a shame….” He shifted, so his hips wrapped around the jounin. “This is not what I meant, but I would not be truthful in saying it is not something I desired….”
Honey eyes peered up into onyx. Though his mask was down, Kakashi kept the other eye closed, shielding and protecting the sharingan. Haku brought his other hand up and cupped the copy nin’s face, thumb tracing the line of scarred flesh idly. “Perhaps I am pure….”
He leaned forward and pressed their lips together, light as a butterfly would perch on the edge of a flower. “But I certainly am not innocent.”

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