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suchacharmer) wrote2011-05-17 02:25 pm
suchacharmer) wrote2011-05-17 02:25 pm
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green: Kakashi comes to Sakura in the hospital, just as she's leaving him for good.
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kakashi, Sakura
Prompt: Pregnancy
Notes: Written forphotoash for participating in a meme of mine.
Sakura is pulling on a pair of sweats when he glides through the door as if he has every right to be there. A silent sentinel at the door, where he’s safe. He looks at her without bothering to hide. He’s watching their pornography, Sakura thinks, only in reverse. In his bedroom, the thumbs hooked in the waistband would be his, not hers, and they’d be sliding down instead of up.
She slips on the t-shirt too, satisfied knowing that she’s covering up her bra from any kind of appreciation he might still get out of the lace.
Neither of them speaks. Kakashi because he’s not one for small talk, and Sakura because she’s not going to give him the satisfaction of being the first one to break their six month vow of silence.
Let him finish what he started for once.
“Are you okay?” Kakashi asks quietly. He’s not making small talk, Sakura knows, because Kakashi doesn’t waste words. They always mean the world, they just take time to decipher. Five days from now they’ll ring back with perfect clarity, and she’ll know all the nuances he meant to say. I want you, I need you, you’re everything to me, come back.
I love you.
She wriggles her feet into her sandals. Her purse is on the chair, on the other side of the door. She slings it over her shoulder, standing ramrod straight. The purse makes her feel brave. Like a woman instead of a scared little girl.
He shouldn’t be able to do this to her. Make her feel this way. Make her doubt herself. He’s not good for her. He never was.
“If you have something to say, say it now,” Sakura says stiffly. “Because once I leave this hospital, you’ve lost your chance. I’m going home with my husband and my daughter.” She tilts her chin up, fluorescent lighting painting darker than dark shadows under her eyes. “And I’m going to forget about you.”
Kakashi is quiet for a moment, looking more at her shoulder than her face. It’s the same shoulder he didn’t put a hand on when he told her to go home to her husband six months ago. The same shoulder he bit down on nine months ago, leaving an imprint of his teeth that lasted for days. “She’s beautiful,” he finally says, bringing his one-eyed gaze to meet her eyes. The sudden transition leaves her breathless. “Did you name her Suki? I know you said you liked that name.”
“Kaka-,” she begins to break in out of fear bubbling up inside of her, but he’s quicker.
“She has your eyes.”
Now she really is breathless, panicking, fighting the urge to run. But she’s not going to. She can’t. She’s never run from him before. He’s the one who ran away.
“She does,” Sakura agrees with the little air she has left in her lungs. Once it’s gone, she takes a deep breath to recover. “You should come visit in a few weeks,” she invites, even though every fiber of her being is against it. But telling him to stay away would be like running. “Naruto will want you to see the baby.”
“Mmmm,” Kakashi agrees. To what, Sakura isn’t sure. She agrees back anyway. And she says goodbye, because she’s going to end this time. Like it should have ended when she married Naruto. Like it should have when he sent her home, willing to pretend they weren’t lying to everyone, including themselves.
He doesn’t say goodbye back.
Down the hall, at the reception desk, Naruto has Suki in his arms, the car seat empty at his feet. He's a boasting, proud father, showing the baby off to all the nurses.
The baby with soft, green eyes that could have just as easily been grey.
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kakashi, Sakura
Prompt: Pregnancy
Notes: Written for
photoash for participating in a meme of mine.Sakura is pulling on a pair of sweats when he glides through the door as if he has every right to be there. A silent sentinel at the door, where he’s safe. He looks at her without bothering to hide. He’s watching their pornography, Sakura thinks, only in reverse. In his bedroom, the thumbs hooked in the waistband would be his, not hers, and they’d be sliding down instead of up.
She slips on the t-shirt too, satisfied knowing that she’s covering up her bra from any kind of appreciation he might still get out of the lace.
Neither of them speaks. Kakashi because he’s not one for small talk, and Sakura because she’s not going to give him the satisfaction of being the first one to break their six month vow of silence.
Let him finish what he started for once.
“Are you okay?” Kakashi asks quietly. He’s not making small talk, Sakura knows, because Kakashi doesn’t waste words. They always mean the world, they just take time to decipher. Five days from now they’ll ring back with perfect clarity, and she’ll know all the nuances he meant to say. I want you, I need you, you’re everything to me, come back.
I love you.
She wriggles her feet into her sandals. Her purse is on the chair, on the other side of the door. She slings it over her shoulder, standing ramrod straight. The purse makes her feel brave. Like a woman instead of a scared little girl.
He shouldn’t be able to do this to her. Make her feel this way. Make her doubt herself. He’s not good for her. He never was.
“If you have something to say, say it now,” Sakura says stiffly. “Because once I leave this hospital, you’ve lost your chance. I’m going home with my husband and my daughter.” She tilts her chin up, fluorescent lighting painting darker than dark shadows under her eyes. “And I’m going to forget about you.”
Kakashi is quiet for a moment, looking more at her shoulder than her face. It’s the same shoulder he didn’t put a hand on when he told her to go home to her husband six months ago. The same shoulder he bit down on nine months ago, leaving an imprint of his teeth that lasted for days. “She’s beautiful,” he finally says, bringing his one-eyed gaze to meet her eyes. The sudden transition leaves her breathless. “Did you name her Suki? I know you said you liked that name.”
“Kaka-,” she begins to break in out of fear bubbling up inside of her, but he’s quicker.
“She has your eyes.”
Now she really is breathless, panicking, fighting the urge to run. But she’s not going to. She can’t. She’s never run from him before. He’s the one who ran away.
“She does,” Sakura agrees with the little air she has left in her lungs. Once it’s gone, she takes a deep breath to recover. “You should come visit in a few weeks,” she invites, even though every fiber of her being is against it. But telling him to stay away would be like running. “Naruto will want you to see the baby.”
“Mmmm,” Kakashi agrees. To what, Sakura isn’t sure. She agrees back anyway. And she says goodbye, because she’s going to end this time. Like it should have ended when she married Naruto. Like it should have when he sent her home, willing to pretend they weren’t lying to everyone, including themselves.
He doesn’t say goodbye back.
Down the hall, at the reception desk, Naruto has Suki in his arms, the car seat empty at his feet. He's a boasting, proud father, showing the baby off to all the nurses.
The baby with soft, green eyes that could have just as easily been grey.