Family is
Thoughts on the day.
Kanna was angry, again. Both at the world in general, civilians, her family, and the whole entire lot of idiots that she was forced to deal with on a day to day basis who were not ninja. Seriously, did no one get it anymore? She stared at the window angrily, ignoring the man who sat down beside her with a small sigh.
“You really look prettier when you smile,” Iruka poked her side with a small tired grin.
“It’s hard to smile when you realize people are so cold.” She wanted to scream and throw things, angry at the world for being what it was, something that she no longer comprehended.
“They don’t get that sometimes family isn’t about the good times, because it is easy to ignore the bad when it happens to someone who isn’t you.” Iruka sighed placing his hand on her shoulder. “They don’t deal in death so life isn’t as precious.”
“I suppose,” she sighed tilting her head back trying to calm her temper. “But really, is it about death. Why is it that people forget about families, forget about the things that should matter? It shouldn’t be because you see death every day that you appreciate life. Even the civilian nurses are just as bad and they see death. Why is it that ninjas teach their children to value life but civilians don’t? Well no you can’t say that, it isn’t something taught but something learned. Some ninjas’ fail at that, Sasuke,” she grumbled smacking the arm of the man sleeping on the bed in front of her.
“Hmm…” Iruka laughed, “that was a lighter than normal slap.”
“I’m saving the major beating for when the jerk wakes up,” she retorted. “I want him to feel it, not sleep through it.”
“Want to tell me what brought on the rant,” Iruka sat down, kicking his feet up on the bed to lean back in his chair.
“Sasuke really hates it when you do that,” she laughed.
“I know,” Iruka grinned, “it really does take the fun out of it when he isn’t awake. Now quit stalling.”
“I went home for a moment to shower and change while Kakashi was here, even if he still is here and just sitting on the roof above us reading,” she sighed, “angsty lone wolf wanna be that he is.”
“He is that,” Iruka shrugged snickering at the annoyed chakra coming from the now occupied window.
“Doesn’t finish explaining what has got you so riled,” Kakashi shrugged uncaring, “and lone wolf yes, angsty goes to your bedmate.”
“He at least gets a bed,” she grumbled, “I slept in the chair and it sucked. Which is beside the point entirely. So anyway, on my way back I stop to grab some food that isn’t the nasty nutritious stuff they serve here when two of the gossip queens stop and ask where I have been since I wasn’t home and could I do them a favor and help them with some project. I tell them possibly but not right now as Sasuke is injured in the hospital and I need to get back to him.” She stopped then fist clenched and angry. “They actually had the nerve to tell me that I really need to rethink my priorities since he really isn’t my family and I should be more aware of my place.”
Both men blinked at her in surprise, Kakashi shook his head first before leaning back against the window sill with a heavy sigh.
“So many of them have blood relatives they don’t want that they can’t fathom families made up of non-blood relatives,” Iruka sighed heavily. “They only see the ties they can’t untie, not the ones others have tied themselves.”
“I don’t get that,” Kanna sighed. “Blood is blood, what does it matter if it was born or made.”
“Some people don’t,” Kakashi shrugged. “They can’t stand their family but don’t see the ties to others as being anything special.
They focus on themselves before they focus outside themselves. To them, you sitting here with Sasuke in a coma is meaningless.”
“I don’t find it meaningless,” She grumbled. “Someone needs to be here with him, he’s injured and incapacitated, he shouldn’t be alone.”
“I know that, you know that, and most ninja get that. If it is someone who is family, you stay with them.” Iruka shrugged. “However, we know that and we know death and what it is like to wake up in strange places alone. We don’t like the feeling so we try to avoid letting others go through it too often. Civilians don’t know what it is like to lie there helpless without someone to be there when you hold out your hand or stare at the ceiling wondering if someone even cares you are here.”
“I wouldn’t wish for them to learn it,” Kanna sighed resting her head on the edge of Sasuke’s bed. “But at times I wish they would be silent rather than pass judgment on things they don’t understand. Really, know my place and my priorities. Simply because their priorities are not mine does not make them wrong and here is where I need to be. For my own sake not just his,” she sighed. She didn’t even jump when the hand clumsily landed on her head in a groggy gesture of comfort. “Angst boy is awake again and it figures he would wake up during a whine moment,” she sighed. “That would be my luck.”
“Bitch” Sasuke grouched or attempted to in a disused growl.
“Whore,” she retorted putting a hand on his chest to check his vitals, letting her chakra run through him checking wounds and state of healing.
“Slut,” he grumbled back.
“Cross-dressing pretty bottom,” she grumped, her hands moved carefully over him even as she pushed the button that alerted the staff to a change in condition.
“I don’t bottom,” he retorted back with a frown.
“My win,” she laughed.
“You will argue the top or bottom but not the cross-dressing,” Iruka shook his head with a laugh. “What’s the score anyway.”
“He’s winning,” Kanna sighed as she stretched, her hand lingering on his arm in affection. “He fights dirtier most times.”
“I am surprised at that,” Kakashi shrugged, “given your lack of inhibitions on insults.”
“Yeah well,” she grumbled as Tsunade walked in the door after the staff has scurried off to get her once they realized Uchiha
Sasuke was awake, “he knows the quickest way to throw me off. Bastard uses it to his advantage too.”
“Not my fault you detest the color pink,” Sasuke’s voice was a bit stronger now, though he still looked fragile lying there among the white of the sheets. Paler than usual, weaker than usual. Kanna had no doubt he was still deadly, just he looked helpless almost. He squeezed her hand seeming to guess her thoughts even as Tsunade scolded him for worrying them all.
Kanna was angry, again. Both at the world in general, civilians, her family, and the whole entire lot of idiots that she was forced to deal with on a day to day basis who were not ninja. Seriously, did no one get it anymore? She stared at the window angrily, ignoring the man who sat down beside her with a small sigh.
“You really look prettier when you smile,” Iruka poked her side with a small tired grin.
“It’s hard to smile when you realize people are so cold.” She wanted to scream and throw things, angry at the world for being what it was, something that she no longer comprehended.
“They don’t get that sometimes family isn’t about the good times, because it is easy to ignore the bad when it happens to someone who isn’t you.” Iruka sighed placing his hand on her shoulder. “They don’t deal in death so life isn’t as precious.”
“I suppose,” she sighed tilting her head back trying to calm her temper. “But really, is it about death. Why is it that people forget about families, forget about the things that should matter? It shouldn’t be because you see death every day that you appreciate life. Even the civilian nurses are just as bad and they see death. Why is it that ninjas teach their children to value life but civilians don’t? Well no you can’t say that, it isn’t something taught but something learned. Some ninjas’ fail at that, Sasuke,” she grumbled smacking the arm of the man sleeping on the bed in front of her.
“Hmm…” Iruka laughed, “that was a lighter than normal slap.”
“I’m saving the major beating for when the jerk wakes up,” she retorted. “I want him to feel it, not sleep through it.”
“Want to tell me what brought on the rant,” Iruka sat down, kicking his feet up on the bed to lean back in his chair.
“Sasuke really hates it when you do that,” she laughed.
“I know,” Iruka grinned, “it really does take the fun out of it when he isn’t awake. Now quit stalling.”
“I went home for a moment to shower and change while Kakashi was here, even if he still is here and just sitting on the roof above us reading,” she sighed, “angsty lone wolf wanna be that he is.”
“He is that,” Iruka shrugged snickering at the annoyed chakra coming from the now occupied window.
“Doesn’t finish explaining what has got you so riled,” Kakashi shrugged uncaring, “and lone wolf yes, angsty goes to your bedmate.”
“He at least gets a bed,” she grumbled, “I slept in the chair and it sucked. Which is beside the point entirely. So anyway, on my way back I stop to grab some food that isn’t the nasty nutritious stuff they serve here when two of the gossip queens stop and ask where I have been since I wasn’t home and could I do them a favor and help them with some project. I tell them possibly but not right now as Sasuke is injured in the hospital and I need to get back to him.” She stopped then fist clenched and angry. “They actually had the nerve to tell me that I really need to rethink my priorities since he really isn’t my family and I should be more aware of my place.”
Both men blinked at her in surprise, Kakashi shook his head first before leaning back against the window sill with a heavy sigh.
“So many of them have blood relatives they don’t want that they can’t fathom families made up of non-blood relatives,” Iruka sighed heavily. “They only see the ties they can’t untie, not the ones others have tied themselves.”
“I don’t get that,” Kanna sighed. “Blood is blood, what does it matter if it was born or made.”
“Some people don’t,” Kakashi shrugged. “They can’t stand their family but don’t see the ties to others as being anything special.
They focus on themselves before they focus outside themselves. To them, you sitting here with Sasuke in a coma is meaningless.”
“I don’t find it meaningless,” She grumbled. “Someone needs to be here with him, he’s injured and incapacitated, he shouldn’t be alone.”
“I know that, you know that, and most ninja get that. If it is someone who is family, you stay with them.” Iruka shrugged. “However, we know that and we know death and what it is like to wake up in strange places alone. We don’t like the feeling so we try to avoid letting others go through it too often. Civilians don’t know what it is like to lie there helpless without someone to be there when you hold out your hand or stare at the ceiling wondering if someone even cares you are here.”
“I wouldn’t wish for them to learn it,” Kanna sighed resting her head on the edge of Sasuke’s bed. “But at times I wish they would be silent rather than pass judgment on things they don’t understand. Really, know my place and my priorities. Simply because their priorities are not mine does not make them wrong and here is where I need to be. For my own sake not just his,” she sighed. She didn’t even jump when the hand clumsily landed on her head in a groggy gesture of comfort. “Angst boy is awake again and it figures he would wake up during a whine moment,” she sighed. “That would be my luck.”
“Bitch” Sasuke grouched or attempted to in a disused growl.
“Whore,” she retorted putting a hand on his chest to check his vitals, letting her chakra run through him checking wounds and state of healing.
“Slut,” he grumbled back.
“Cross-dressing pretty bottom,” she grumped, her hands moved carefully over him even as she pushed the button that alerted the staff to a change in condition.
“I don’t bottom,” he retorted back with a frown.
“My win,” she laughed.
“You will argue the top or bottom but not the cross-dressing,” Iruka shook his head with a laugh. “What’s the score anyway.”
“He’s winning,” Kanna sighed as she stretched, her hand lingering on his arm in affection. “He fights dirtier most times.”
“I am surprised at that,” Kakashi shrugged, “given your lack of inhibitions on insults.”
“Yeah well,” she grumbled as Tsunade walked in the door after the staff has scurried off to get her once they realized Uchiha
Sasuke was awake, “he knows the quickest way to throw me off. Bastard uses it to his advantage too.”
“Not my fault you detest the color pink,” Sasuke’s voice was a bit stronger now, though he still looked fragile lying there among the white of the sheets. Paler than usual, weaker than usual. Kanna had no doubt he was still deadly, just he looked helpless almost. He squeezed her hand seeming to guess her thoughts even as Tsunade scolded him for worrying them all.