If the Uchiha are a clan of hatred, then she is the greatest example of that. With a power akin to that of her ancestor, a man said to have been of equal strength to that of the first hokage, Konohagakure has no choice but to choose her as an ally.
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"Oiiii. Put on a shirt." He flinches, placing down the knife he was cooking the onions with.
"You're awake."
"Obviously, idiot."
"Sheesh. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
"I wasn't on the bed in the first place."
"Oh yeah." She leans on the couch with her arm and slowly stumbles to the kitchen table, leaning on it.
"Don't lean on your stitches." She grunted and looked away, standing straighter.
"You really should go to the hospit-"
"No."
"Keiko."
"Kakashi." They held a long glaring contest before he sighed and gave up.
"Fine..." Smirking victoriously, the Uchiha walks to her room and takes off his shirt. Placing it in the dirty clothes basket and walking to her closet.
"I can't wear my regular shirts..." She grabs the piece of clothing with a small smile.
"So I guess i'll wear this..."
Placing the Yukata on, her smile widens.
"This is so comfortable!"
"You alright- Whoa." Kakashi blinks. Keiko had walked out of her room wearing a black and red Yukata, loose and decorative.
