Hey, potential readers!

This is an attempt to write short sort-of one shots, based on the list of 14 psychology tricks from this site: /14-cool-psychology-tricks-you-need-to-try

I will rate this M just in case, mostly for the language, but I might become bold with some scenes if I feel like it, though I seriously doubt it.

Just so you have some context for all this, the stories are KakashixOC, and the OC is Mizu Haruno, Sakura's older sister. There is still an age gap, because I'm into that, but it's 7 years, and not 14 like between Kakashi and Sakura. If you're not into that, kindly move along, please and thank you.

Oh yeah, and the OC has been resurrected into the Narutoverse.

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*The Paternal Wisdom*

As we walked and joked around, keeping the conversation light, I was faced with a dilemma. How was I supposed to tell him now that I wanted him to teach me that forbidden jutsu. I wanted – no. I needed to become stronger, to become someone who can look him in the eyes on an equal footing (metaphorically, of course, lord knows he was unnecessarily taller than most people). I didn't want to be protected like I had to be in my previous life. There was a real, tangible chance I could become truly strong. And it excited me to no end.

But I had to broach the subject carefully. After all, this was the Kakashi, meaning the whinny pleading is a no-go. Also, I liked to think I was well past beyond that, leaving the helpless fragile girl I used to be behind me, dead with the end of a past life. And, although I might just be making this whole thing more complicated than it needs to be, it would be such a shame not to use the knowledge I had just because there was an easy way around it. A thrill I hadn't felt for the longest time overwhelmed me, and my eyes now glinted with glee. With mischief.

Kakashi must've noticed the sudden change in my demeanour, for he raised his eyebrow curiously. I smiled, and said nothing, intending the silence to do the work for me. First, he will notice the comfortable companionship forming between us. Next, a look pointed downwards, a slight frown. Make him get serious. Hook.

He bent forward to my side, catching my downwards-cast eye. A pleasant smile forming around behind the mask greeted my supposedly startled expression.

"Oh, sorry, my mind wandered…" I convincingly croaked, and shifted my glance to the side, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. I cursed myself for not being able to control a simple physiological process like blushing; it would have really made the whole act masterfully convincing. Maybe if I were to force some chakra to my cheeks…? Since chakrastream coincides with the bloodstream to a large degree, maybe it could work? But then I scolded myself for coming up with such a dumb idea – although the reasoning behind it was accurate, the moving of the chakra won't cause the blood to move, I bet. I can't be 100% sure (that would require practical experimenting), but there was some strong evidence that suggested it didn't. For example, if the chakrastream really did initiate the movement of the bloodstream, a lot of medics' hands would be red on a regular basis, due to a sudden blood surge. But I digress. And there was a silver-haired ninja in need of some convincing. Line.

I looked back into his eyes (well, really, there was only one visible), turning my entire body towards him. With eyebrows bent infinitesimally downwards, I gave him a crooked smile, and prepared to deliver the line which had the probability of working as high as 98%.

"You know, I remembered something my father used to say when I was little. He would say Share everything with the people dear to you, because when you share it, it doubles."

…and sinker. Just in case, I rewarded him with a beaming smile as I remembered the tip from the website: If you want people to take you seriously, tell them what you say is what your father taught you. People tend to believe fatherly advice inherently. I unlatched my eyes out of the smile, and expected to see…well, anything but that.

Kakashi's head was tilted to the side, and his eyes were mocking, yes, definitely mocking me, with his arms crossed across his chest. Damn, those pectorals were distracting.

"Mizu-chan," he smirked I could see it behind the stupid mask, "I had no idea you wanted to share your bed with me."

Suddenly, no chakra was needed for moving any amount of blood, since it all conveniently went to my face anyway.

"Although, I do require you share your dinner with me first. You see, there's this fancy restaurant that I'm just dying to eat at, but it's too much for my meagre income, so I am absolutely thrilled you want to share your meal with me. After all, if giving me a half makes it double, imagine how much more food you will get if you share more than half."

I could practically see all the money from the last S classed mission disappear. I sighed and let him drag me towards the damn place, as I took solace in the almost non-existent probability of getting a chance to grope his pectorals