[Fic] "We Are Still Standing"
Title: We Are Still Standing
Author: a_lifestyle
Fandom: Naruto (HinaSaku)
Rating: PG
Words: 805
Summary:
A/N: For omizu, part of the Fic Request Meme. It's not porny, but you know, that abduction fic is coming up soon... :) This was the first idea that came to mind, so I kinda just went with it. I hope you like, honey!
We Are Still Standing
“You’re home early,” Sakura notes, looking up from her book.
Hinata walks in quietly through the door, shoulders slumped a little more than usual. Her hair is pulled back, but a few strands hang in her face, concealing its entirety from Sakura’s vision. She closes the door with barely a sound and stands still, her forehead against its cold, wooden surface.
Sakura snaps to attention and her book is all but forgotten as she quickly walks over to where Hinata stands against the door. “Hinata?” she begins. Her heart palpitates irregularly.
“We lost three shinobi today,” Hinata whispers into the doorway. “I lost three shinobi.”
She sniffles twice, but tissues already appear in her hand, Sakura offering them gently. Hinata feels a familiar hand across her shoulder, tracing slow circles. Her head remains downturned.
“Chuunin,” Hinata continues. “First mission. They were ambushed. Their squad leader barely made it back alive with all of them.” She presses the tissue to her eyes.
“I see,” says Sakura. She remembers this feeling in this moment. “Who is looking over the hospital right now?”
“Shizune,” Hinata replies, face still in her hands. “She sent me home.”
“I see,” Sakura repeats, her hands trailing softly to the sides of Hinata’s face, cupping her reddened cheeks in her hands. She tilts Hinata’s chin up and sees her face for the first time since she has entered their bedroom. In her tired eyes, she sees fatigue, guilt, and a glimmer of doubt.
Yet, Hyuuga Hinata is not a weak woman. She isn’t falling apart; just a little broken.
“Sakura, I-”
“Hinata, you did everything you could to help them?” Sakura says, wiping the last tear away with her thumb.
Hinata nodded. “But-”
“You’re the best medic I know. Your decisions are sound, and you’re quick to react. I would trust you with my life.” She places a small kiss to the corner of her mouth, then presses their foreheads together. Hinata’s arms hang at her sides, her eyes closed.
“You’re still here, here with me. You’re still standing.” She clasps their hands together. Hinata’s hands are cold and shake slightly.
“It hurts, still,” Hinata says quietly. Her breath begins to even out, while her chest continues to sting.
“I know,” Sakura says. She carefully unties Hinata’s hair, the long black strands lacing through her fingers like ribbons. “We both know it will. For awhile.”
Hinata nods, and lifts her arms, allowing Sakura to peel the scrubs from her body. Sakura pushes lightly against her hips, and Hinata turns to face the doorway. Shivering, the cold of the air shoots through her body.
“But, today is today. Tomorrow’s waiting for you.” She wraps her arms around Hinata’s waist, and feels her push back into her chest, aching for warmth. Sakura tugs at the drawstring of Hinata’s pants, untying the knot that makes them fall to the floor next to its matching top.
Hinata looks over her shoulder and their eyes meet. Sakura’s smile is forgiving and she squeezes her hand tight, wordlessly leading Hinata into the bathroom.
After Sakura draws a bath, and they are entangled in each other’s arms, bubbles tickling their shoulders and the smell of honey drifting in the air, Hinata speaks.
“I don’t want to go back tomorrow,” she says into the crook of Sakura’s neck.
“You don’t have to,” Sakura assures her. Her hand trails along the side of her girlfriend’s body, along the curve of her breast.
“They’ll complain that the head of the hospital is playing favorites.”
“Let them complain all they want. I’ll review your case log tomorrow, just like any other medic at my hospital.” She shifts slightly, the water’s surface rippling, sliding her knee between Hinata’s legs. “Who are they going to complain to, anyway?”
“The Hokage?”
“Pfft. Kakashi-sensei has played favorites his whole life. He’s got nothing on me.”
They are silent for a few, tender moments, the only sounds being the movement of the bath water and small, contented sighs.
“Take tomorrow off, too?” Hinata asks softly.
Sakura sighs with a smile. “My chakra’s back to full strength. I have to go back.”
Hinata pauses, picks up a strand of pink hair and arranges it perfectly along the slopes of her body. “Take tomorrow off?” she repeats.
Sakura purses her lips and makes a face. She looks down to Hinata and kisses her on the forehead. “Well, that mission was pretty taxing. And, if Shizune’s there, I guess one more day wouldn’t hurt-”
She is cut off with a light kiss, and smiles into its completion. As they pull apart, she feels Hinata’s eyelashes dust her cheek. They regard each other with a sense of patience and knowing. Some things in life are hard on the heart, while other things, like this moment, right now, are indescribably easy.
-end-
Author: a_lifestyle
Fandom: Naruto (HinaSaku)
Rating: PG
Words: 805
Summary:
A/N: For omizu, part of the Fic Request Meme. It's not porny, but you know, that abduction fic is coming up soon... :) This was the first idea that came to mind, so I kinda just went with it. I hope you like, honey!
We Are Still Standing
“You’re home early,” Sakura notes, looking up from her book.
Hinata walks in quietly through the door, shoulders slumped a little more than usual. Her hair is pulled back, but a few strands hang in her face, concealing its entirety from Sakura’s vision. She closes the door with barely a sound and stands still, her forehead against its cold, wooden surface.
Sakura snaps to attention and her book is all but forgotten as she quickly walks over to where Hinata stands against the door. “Hinata?” she begins. Her heart palpitates irregularly.
“We lost three shinobi today,” Hinata whispers into the doorway. “I lost three shinobi.”
She sniffles twice, but tissues already appear in her hand, Sakura offering them gently. Hinata feels a familiar hand across her shoulder, tracing slow circles. Her head remains downturned.
“Chuunin,” Hinata continues. “First mission. They were ambushed. Their squad leader barely made it back alive with all of them.” She presses the tissue to her eyes.
“I see,” says Sakura. She remembers this feeling in this moment. “Who is looking over the hospital right now?”
“Shizune,” Hinata replies, face still in her hands. “She sent me home.”
“I see,” Sakura repeats, her hands trailing softly to the sides of Hinata’s face, cupping her reddened cheeks in her hands. She tilts Hinata’s chin up and sees her face for the first time since she has entered their bedroom. In her tired eyes, she sees fatigue, guilt, and a glimmer of doubt.
Yet, Hyuuga Hinata is not a weak woman. She isn’t falling apart; just a little broken.
“Sakura, I-”
“Hinata, you did everything you could to help them?” Sakura says, wiping the last tear away with her thumb.
Hinata nodded. “But-”
“You’re the best medic I know. Your decisions are sound, and you’re quick to react. I would trust you with my life.” She places a small kiss to the corner of her mouth, then presses their foreheads together. Hinata’s arms hang at her sides, her eyes closed.
“You’re still here, here with me. You’re still standing.” She clasps their hands together. Hinata’s hands are cold and shake slightly.
“It hurts, still,” Hinata says quietly. Her breath begins to even out, while her chest continues to sting.
“I know,” Sakura says. She carefully unties Hinata’s hair, the long black strands lacing through her fingers like ribbons. “We both know it will. For awhile.”
Hinata nods, and lifts her arms, allowing Sakura to peel the scrubs from her body. Sakura pushes lightly against her hips, and Hinata turns to face the doorway. Shivering, the cold of the air shoots through her body.
“But, today is today. Tomorrow’s waiting for you.” She wraps her arms around Hinata’s waist, and feels her push back into her chest, aching for warmth. Sakura tugs at the drawstring of Hinata’s pants, untying the knot that makes them fall to the floor next to its matching top.
Hinata looks over her shoulder and their eyes meet. Sakura’s smile is forgiving and she squeezes her hand tight, wordlessly leading Hinata into the bathroom.
After Sakura draws a bath, and they are entangled in each other’s arms, bubbles tickling their shoulders and the smell of honey drifting in the air, Hinata speaks.
“I don’t want to go back tomorrow,” she says into the crook of Sakura’s neck.
“You don’t have to,” Sakura assures her. Her hand trails along the side of her girlfriend’s body, along the curve of her breast.
“They’ll complain that the head of the hospital is playing favorites.”
“Let them complain all they want. I’ll review your case log tomorrow, just like any other medic at my hospital.” She shifts slightly, the water’s surface rippling, sliding her knee between Hinata’s legs. “Who are they going to complain to, anyway?”
“The Hokage?”
“Pfft. Kakashi-sensei has played favorites his whole life. He’s got nothing on me.”
They are silent for a few, tender moments, the only sounds being the movement of the bath water and small, contented sighs.
“Take tomorrow off, too?” Hinata asks softly.
Sakura sighs with a smile. “My chakra’s back to full strength. I have to go back.”
Hinata pauses, picks up a strand of pink hair and arranges it perfectly along the slopes of her body. “Take tomorrow off?” she repeats.
Sakura purses her lips and makes a face. She looks down to Hinata and kisses her on the forehead. “Well, that mission was pretty taxing. And, if Shizune’s there, I guess one more day wouldn’t hurt-”
She is cut off with a light kiss, and smiles into its completion. As they pull apart, she feels Hinata’s eyelashes dust her cheek. They regard each other with a sense of patience and knowing. Some things in life are hard on the heart, while other things, like this moment, right now, are indescribably easy.
-end-