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Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Hatake Kakashi & Haruno Sakura
Prompt: 08. our own world & 03. freedom
Word Count: 457
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Notes: Written for 30 kisses & 10 whores. Prompt tables are here & here.
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There’s a sort of understanding between them as she hovers over his battered body, her own bruised hand wavering over his bleeding wound, the green glow growing fainter with every passing second.
The cave they are hiding in is cold, the dying embers in the small fire barely providing any warmth for the two shinobi. Sakura can feel the fatigue and chakra-depletion creeping up on her as she continues to pour her remaining chakra into the silver haired man before her. Mixed in with the onslaught of emotions, Sakura is surprised - and unsurprised - to find that she is in fact, happy.
Not because her lover and ex-sensei is so blatantly dying before her eyes, but because they are together.
Entering this war, her biggest fears had been being left behind in this world by her loved ones, and not being there if and when they died. Here in this cave, with his wounds fatal, and her own still partly open and dripping with blood, they both know they won’t make it past sunrise.
But even with the hard fact that death is within reach, she is content. Here, mere inches away from Kakashi, alone in a place where nothing and no one can disturb them, she feels liberated for the first time in her life. She pauses when a shaking hand reaches up weakly and tries to grasp her wrist.
“Kakashi, what are you doing? Don’t move!” she hisses to the injured man. “Are you trying to undo everything I’ve just done?”
“...d-don’t.” he coughs, reaching his hand up more steadily this time, aiming for her pale, blood drenched face. “There’s only so much time.”
Her hand drops from his wound, and a soft, resigned smile lights her face. “This is it, isn’t it?”
He doesn’t reply, but she feels a slight tug at her shirt and she complies, dropping her body down next to his, careful to mind her wound. His hand finds hers, and they intertwine automatically.
There is no talking between them, and the only sound in the cave is the soft cackling of the fire - and it’s perfect.
Being a shinobi, she had long since envisioned her death in as many ways as possible - but she had never allowed herself the pleasure of envisioning her death in this way - happy and fulfilled, next to the one she loved the most. Memories flash before her, and their Team 7 days, and later, their ANBU days together fly through her mind, as well as the soft feeling of the numerous shared kisses between them.
Unconsciously, her smile grows wider.
Here in this wet dingy cave and dying, lying in their own world cut off from the war, she has never felt happier.
Characters: Hatake Kakashi & Haruno Sakura
Prompt: 08. our own world & 03. freedom
Word Count: 457
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Notes: Written for 30 kisses & 10 whores. Prompt tables are here & here.
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There’s a sort of understanding between them as she hovers over his battered body, her own bruised hand wavering over his bleeding wound, the green glow growing fainter with every passing second.
The cave they are hiding in is cold, the dying embers in the small fire barely providing any warmth for the two shinobi. Sakura can feel the fatigue and chakra-depletion creeping up on her as she continues to pour her remaining chakra into the silver haired man before her. Mixed in with the onslaught of emotions, Sakura is surprised - and unsurprised - to find that she is in fact, happy.
Not because her lover and ex-sensei is so blatantly dying before her eyes, but because they are together.
Entering this war, her biggest fears had been being left behind in this world by her loved ones, and not being there if and when they died. Here in this cave, with his wounds fatal, and her own still partly open and dripping with blood, they both know they won’t make it past sunrise.
But even with the hard fact that death is within reach, she is content. Here, mere inches away from Kakashi, alone in a place where nothing and no one can disturb them, she feels liberated for the first time in her life. She pauses when a shaking hand reaches up weakly and tries to grasp her wrist.
“Kakashi, what are you doing? Don’t move!” she hisses to the injured man. “Are you trying to undo everything I’ve just done?”
“...d-don’t.” he coughs, reaching his hand up more steadily this time, aiming for her pale, blood drenched face. “There’s only so much time.”
Her hand drops from his wound, and a soft, resigned smile lights her face. “This is it, isn’t it?”
He doesn’t reply, but she feels a slight tug at her shirt and she complies, dropping her body down next to his, careful to mind her wound. His hand finds hers, and they intertwine automatically.
There is no talking between them, and the only sound in the cave is the soft cackling of the fire - and it’s perfect.
Being a shinobi, she had long since envisioned her death in as many ways as possible - but she had never allowed herself the pleasure of envisioning her death in this way - happy and fulfilled, next to the one she loved the most. Memories flash before her, and their Team 7 days, and later, their ANBU days together fly through her mind, as well as the soft feeling of the numerous shared kisses between them.
Unconsciously, her smile grows wider.
Here in this wet dingy cave and dying, lying in their own world cut off from the war, she has never felt happier.