Later….Kakashi's Mansion
The gates of his private estate opened automatically as he approached. Layers of sealing jutsu shimmered across the stone walls, vanishing only for him. He walked slowly along the tiled path, taking in the stillness. Birds chirped in the distance. The wind rustled the sakura trees.
Inside, the mansion was quiet.
But not empty.
He stepped into the inner garden and found Konan sitting cross-legged on a raised platform, folding thin sheets of paper between her fingers. Sunlight painted her profile in warm tones. She looked peaceful.
He knew she had sensed him, but she didn't turn around.
Kakashi took a few silent steps and then sat beside her.
Konan flinched slightly. "Don't sneak up on me like that," she said with a soft pout.
"Sorry," Kakashi said, not sounding sorry at all.
Konan's eyes met his, still narrowed with mock annoyance. She didn't move away when Kakashi sat closer.
They stayed like that for a moment. Then he asked, "How has life in Konoha been for you?"
Konan tilted her head, her gaze distant. "Surprisingly… good. Peaceful. The people here laugh. They smile. Even after the war, life went on."
"Nothing will harm this village while I draw breath." Kakashi nodded, his tone firm.
"You've really become something else…" She gave a small smile.
She didn't say the word god, but it hung there unspoken.
"What do you think should be done with the Land of Rain?" Then he shifted slightly and asked her.
"The Land of Rain?" Konan blinked in surprise.
"I'm planning to send a task force to manage its development," Kakashi said, his voice calm but firm. "It's been neglected for too long. The war left it broken. Konoha will help it rebuild. But I wanted your thoughts first."
Konan stared at him. Her eyes slowly widened, not in disbelief, but in recognition.
She understood.
He wasn't just asking for her opinion.
He was offering her a place in the future.
"If Konoha supports it," she said, "the Land of Rain might finally have hope. Real peace."
Her voice cracked softly.
"You trust me?" Kakashi didn't look away.
She nodded. "I'll always trust you. I'll always stand beside you."
His smile was faint but undeniable. He reached forward, gently lifting her chin.
"When you say things like that," he murmured, "I might get the wrong idea."
Konan looked at him in confusion, until he leaned closer. Then her breath hitched.
Understanding dawned.
But she didn't pull away.
During her days in Konoha, she'd come to admire him, not just his strength, but his care, his leadership, his rare but sincere kindness. She had formed bonds with Tsunade, Anko, Mei, and even Sakura and Karin. She had felt accepted.
She closed her eyes slowly.
Kakashi saw it. And he acted.
Their lips met in silence.
Soft at first.
Long.
Deep.
When they pulled apart, her breath trembled. His eyes warm, intense, steady, looked into hers.
Konan didn't speak. She couldn't.
Then Kakashi pulled her gently onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. Her body fit perfectly against him. Her heart pounded.
They kissed again.
This time, longer.
His fingers brushed her cheek as he pressed closer, his other hand around her back. Konan melted into the kiss, her body arching toward his. Her hands slid over his shoulders, fingers threading through his hair.
When they parted again, she was blushing faintly, her head resting against his chest.
"I want you to be mine." Kakashi stroked her back and murmured.
"Yes." Konan's breath trembled. She nodded.
She hugged him tightly, her paper wings folding gently around them both in a cocoon of warmth and peace.
Konan rested her head on Kakashi's chest, listening to the slow, powerful rhythm of his heart. For the first time in years, she felt… warm. Not from the heat of battle or the fire of rebellion, but something softer, deeper, like the quiet security of a calm sea.
Kakashi stroked her back, one hand weaving gently through her blue hair.
"Comfortable?" he murmured.
"Too much." Konan nodded.
"Then stay a little longer." He chuckled.
They sat like that for a while, not speaking. The fireplace across the room crackled with soft warmth, casting a golden hue over the polished floor and soft rugs. Outside, the quiet hum of Konoha life continued, unbothered by politics or gods.
Finally, Konan pulled back slightly, her amber eyes staring into his.
"Does this mean I'm… really part of your home now?" she asked quietly.
"You were the moment you walked in," Kakashi said. "But if you mean as more than a guest, more than an ally, then yes. I want you here. With us. With me."
She hesitated only a second longer before she smiled fully, the corners of her lips curling gently as a light flush crept across her cheeks.
"I was afraid, at first," she admitted. "That I wouldn't fit. That your other lovers might resent me."
"They're stronger than that," Kakashi said. "And they've already welcomed you, haven't they?"
Konan nodded slowly. "Yes. Tsunade has been kind. Mei is… fun. Kurenai is gentle. Anko's chaotic, but she's real."
"They're all real," Kakashi agreed. "And they're all mine. Just like you are now."
Konan leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "Then I'm yours."
Just then, a quiet knock echoed from the hall. Kakashi turned slightly. "Come in."
Anko peeked in, smirking. "Dinner's ready. And… I saw what you two were doing."
Konan flushed again. Kakashi smirked. "Good timing, as always."
Anko winked. "You're lucky I like Konan. Or I'd be more jealous."
They all laughed, and the night settled in, warm and full of promise.