[ Before he can even stop her or deactivate the jutsu, she'd reached out, and for a moment, everything in his mind whirled to a scream as he started to yank his hand back, to try and pull her out of harm's way because if she touched it, it would slice her fingers right off, burn through them the way it always burns through flesh and gristle and bone and hearts. But before he could even react, there was a shift in energy, some sort of charge flowing between them, something of a burst, and he watched, almost in slow-motion, as her hand went right through the lightning, fingertip touching his own.

She doesn't burn.

There's just a tingle of sensation, a sense of her power growing stronger, her chakra sizzling against his own, and Kakashi's not even sure what he's supposed to think when the rules of the world he's from dictate that this shouldn't even be possible. All Raikiri has ever been to him his entire life was a weapon that put out lives and soaked up blood.

And here she is, completely unharmed, touching him through it.

Smiling, even.

Kakashi doesn't even properly hear the words that come out of her mouth at first, when all he can hear is the condensed screaming of birds and the echoing crunch of bones and his name in the distance of seventeen years past. ]