Our story (Kakashi x Reader) Lemon!

Tragic Past

The sun shinning bright, the birds chirping. The blood curdling screams.

You jolt up from bed, a cold sweat covers your body, your breathing erratic. You run your hand through your hair trying to steady yourself.

"Only a nightmare" you breath wiping your brow.

You look to your right out the large window by the bed. The sky grey, clouds ominous.

"Its sure to rain any moment." You think to yourself, stretching your limbs while looking at the clock.. Its only 8 am.

You groan leaving the comfort of your bedroom to the small dark living room. It's fairly bare, a single bookshelf in the corner containing your precious books and a few random DVD's you've collected throughout your life. A couple random paintings hang from the walls that some old friends gifted you, Some wilting roses on the coffee table, a small gift from a comrade who said you needed more color in your life.

You navigate lazily to the kitchen, heating the kettle for some tea, gnawing at your lip while searching the cupboards for something to eat. Soon the kettle whistles startling you slightly. You pour the steaming liquid into a small blue cup.

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"Mommy mommy! Look what I can do!"  You say showing your mother your new ability to do a somersault while throwing a rubber kunai at the wall. She chuckles, clutching her blue tea cup to her chest.

"That's great sweetie pie! Keep it up and you'll be a kunoichi in no time!"

You smile a toothy grin, your one front tooth missing. Laughter sounds from the back porch stoop and you run, your arms wide as you pretend to fly like a bird into your fathers back. His earlier chuckle turns into a full belly laugh and he pulls you into his strong arms. To his left, your older brother, smiling down at you. His brown hair just like moms but messy and in his eyes. The sky a bright blue, the birds chirping. You  sit up in your fathers lap and he runs his hand through your  (H/c) hair. You're your fathers twin, (H/c) hair, (E/c) eyes. A contagious laugh and a heart warming smile. At least thats what mother likes to say. You're nearly 5 years old, and you've just been accepted into the academy. Your life so far, was going just as any young aspiring kunoichi could ever dream.
You loved your family more than anything, your father was a brave and respected man. One of the greatest amongst his comrades, a loyal shinobi to the village hidden in the leaves.
Your mother, though on leave to take care of her two kids and the one 8 months along in her belly, held her head High. Proud to be a (L/N), despite her current status she always stayed on alert, ready to protect her family at all costs.
Your big brother. A chunin, one may call him a child prodigy. But he's the best big brother a girl could have. Every day after his missions he would take you training. He'd carry you on his shoulders as you'd fly through the trees high above the ground. He loved taking you around with his two best friends, the four of you would occasionally get ice cream and even though you were the annoying little sister he still made time for you, no matter what. And his friends did as well, treating you like their own little sister.
Your life was perfect, that is until the banging on the front porch started. Your fathers arms tightened around you before lifting you to your feet.

"Sweetheart, why dont we play hide and seek?"

Your  father smiles at you, yet even at your age you could tell there was something he wasn't telling you behind his wrinkled eyes. However, You slowly nodded. You ran as fast as your little legs could carry you to the secret crawl space under the stairs, locking the small door from the inside. Your heart beating against your chest as you hear the front door being kicked down, quickly you cover your ears. Muffled screams and cries ring through the small house as tears quickly stream down your cheeks.

Hours turned into days with nothing. Your father always told you not to leave this space unless he, mother or big brother came for you. But still nothing but the darkness and silence as you lay there, curled into a ball in the dark dusty corner, your tummy rumbling, your mouth dry as the desert. Thats when you hear quiet  footsteps and whispers. You hug your trembling body tighter, bitting your lip until it bleeds trying to keep your cries quiet. The footsteps grow louder and the voices seem more familiar. Theres a small knock on the tiny door.