It pays to be obvious, especially if you have a reputation for subtlety.
More of the as yet unnamed vague!fic. It's funny that I keep writing these little bits and pieces with no actual idea of where they're going and it just comes out so easily. (I guess that is a hint as to what I've been doing wrong, no? ><;;). Anywho, I have a bit of the backstory cleared up now, so I know some of what's motivating them but beyond that... anything could happen, I guess.
Like before, this immediately follows the previous part but unlike before, this one ends the scene. :P
Previously on This Old Ficbit
“What the hell is wrong with you? Are you like this with everyone or is it just me?” Naruto really wanted to know. Here he was entrusting his life to this guy and the stupid, irritating man, Kakashi, didn’t even have the decency to... well, to be decent about it.
“Hm...” The man took a long time to think about it but then he tilted his head to the side and said, “Just you.”
When Naruto growled, Kakashi smiled.
Huffing out a breath, Naruto stood. He’d had enough of this. A hand on his arm stopped him before he could reach the door.
“Now, where are you off to in such a hurry? You’re not leaving me now that we’re finally starting to get along, are you?” The man had the stones putting his hands on him with the way he was feeling. Naruto would be impressed if he wasn’t already so wound up.
“I’m going to the bathroom. Why? You wanna come with me?” He snapped.
Kakashi’s eyes glittered. “Is that an invitation?”
“Yeah, right,” Naruto snorted, breaking Kakashi’s hold as he ducked out slamming the sliding door none-too-gently behind him.
Following the signs, Naruto made it to the small single stall restroom at the end of the car without further incident and locked himself inside. He leaned on the small sink and glared into the mirror.
Life. Officially. Sucked. Seriously.
All Naruto wanted at this very moment was to go home.
He wanted to eat some cup ramen while watching UFC in the living room. He wanted to be there when Jiraiya came home from work at night only to yell at him for watching tv all day instead of doing his homework. He even wanted to wake up in his bed only to find out he was ten minutes late for class because he’d slept in past his alarm again and curse fate because he knew that would mean another detention.
It was better than the alternative. It was better than this.
And it wasn’t a perfect life either but it had finally been his and now he was being shipped off to god-fucking-knows-where because he’d stupidly been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Talk about karma.
Naruto pressed his forehead against the cool glass of the mirror and closed his eyes. How long it would be until he’d be able to return home? Would he be able to go home? It wasn’t something Naruto wanted to think about but he’d had hours of time with nothing to do but think about it.
He stood back and took a good look at himself in the mirror. He didn’t look much different than he usually did; his hair was still blond, the chaotic mess seemingly more chaotic after having run his fingers through it half a dozen times in the past hour alone, his eyes were the same blue they’ve always been and he still had the same scars on his face he’s always had and... he didn’t look any different but he felt it. Sucked that he couldn’t do anything to change it.
Naruto sighed. This was getting him nowhere fast. Deciding he’d been away from the lunatic currently acting as his travel escort for long enough to cool his temper, Naruto washed his hands quickly and threw open the door.
Kakashi stood on the other side, leaning against the wall opposite the bathroom like there was no place he had better to be and it rattled Naruto.
One thing (among many) that bothered Naruto about this man was the way he carried himself. Kakashi had been evenly calm and centered since the moment Naruto first saw him in Jiraiya’s hospital room. He seemed utterly unflappable, even when he was riling Naruto up and it pissed him off.
Kakashi exuded cool in practically every line of his body. The way he slouched, one hand in his pocket the other cradling that book he couldn’t seem to put down for more than a few moments at a time - and Naruto could see the title now... though Come Come Paradise didn’t sound like anything he’d ever heard of - drove Naruto up the wall because he felt the complete opposite. His world was crumbling around him while this prick didn’t seem to have a care in the world. Yeah, it pissed him off. It pissed him off a lot.
Kakashi looked up when the door opened. He had a strange look on his face but Naruto blinked and it was gone before he’d had a chance to figure it out.
“Something you need, Kakashi?” Naruto felt suddenly wary but he wasn’t sure why.
“Not particularly,” Kakashi replied. “I just wanted to see how the air felt out here.” He smiled.
Naruto looked at him blankly. He wanted to see... how the air felt... What utter... He turned and headed back to their compartment. The guy was a crackpot and for what felt like the millionth time that afternoon, Naruto internally cursed Jiraiya for leaving him alone with him.
Up Next: They reached wherever it was they were supposed to be around 6 o’clock that evening. Looking around the tiniest, dirtiest, most decrepit looking train station he’d ever seen in his life, Naruto sighed. This was gonna be just great, he could already tell.
Like before, this immediately follows the previous part but unlike before, this one ends the scene. :P
Previously on This Old Ficbit
“What the hell is wrong with you? Are you like this with everyone or is it just me?” Naruto really wanted to know. Here he was entrusting his life to this guy and the stupid, irritating man, Kakashi, didn’t even have the decency to... well, to be decent about it.
“Hm...” The man took a long time to think about it but then he tilted his head to the side and said, “Just you.”
When Naruto growled, Kakashi smiled.
Huffing out a breath, Naruto stood. He’d had enough of this. A hand on his arm stopped him before he could reach the door.
“Now, where are you off to in such a hurry? You’re not leaving me now that we’re finally starting to get along, are you?” The man had the stones putting his hands on him with the way he was feeling. Naruto would be impressed if he wasn’t already so wound up.
“I’m going to the bathroom. Why? You wanna come with me?” He snapped.
Kakashi’s eyes glittered. “Is that an invitation?”
“Yeah, right,” Naruto snorted, breaking Kakashi’s hold as he ducked out slamming the sliding door none-too-gently behind him.
Following the signs, Naruto made it to the small single stall restroom at the end of the car without further incident and locked himself inside. He leaned on the small sink and glared into the mirror.
Life. Officially. Sucked. Seriously.
All Naruto wanted at this very moment was to go home.
He wanted to eat some cup ramen while watching UFC in the living room. He wanted to be there when Jiraiya came home from work at night only to yell at him for watching tv all day instead of doing his homework. He even wanted to wake up in his bed only to find out he was ten minutes late for class because he’d slept in past his alarm again and curse fate because he knew that would mean another detention.
It was better than the alternative. It was better than this.
And it wasn’t a perfect life either but it had finally been his and now he was being shipped off to god-fucking-knows-where because he’d stupidly been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Talk about karma.
Naruto pressed his forehead against the cool glass of the mirror and closed his eyes. How long it would be until he’d be able to return home? Would he be able to go home? It wasn’t something Naruto wanted to think about but he’d had hours of time with nothing to do but think about it.
He stood back and took a good look at himself in the mirror. He didn’t look much different than he usually did; his hair was still blond, the chaotic mess seemingly more chaotic after having run his fingers through it half a dozen times in the past hour alone, his eyes were the same blue they’ve always been and he still had the same scars on his face he’s always had and... he didn’t look any different but he felt it. Sucked that he couldn’t do anything to change it.
Naruto sighed. This was getting him nowhere fast. Deciding he’d been away from the lunatic currently acting as his travel escort for long enough to cool his temper, Naruto washed his hands quickly and threw open the door.
Kakashi stood on the other side, leaning against the wall opposite the bathroom like there was no place he had better to be and it rattled Naruto.
One thing (among many) that bothered Naruto about this man was the way he carried himself. Kakashi had been evenly calm and centered since the moment Naruto first saw him in Jiraiya’s hospital room. He seemed utterly unflappable, even when he was riling Naruto up and it pissed him off.
Kakashi exuded cool in practically every line of his body. The way he slouched, one hand in his pocket the other cradling that book he couldn’t seem to put down for more than a few moments at a time - and Naruto could see the title now... though Come Come Paradise didn’t sound like anything he’d ever heard of - drove Naruto up the wall because he felt the complete opposite. His world was crumbling around him while this prick didn’t seem to have a care in the world. Yeah, it pissed him off. It pissed him off a lot.
Kakashi looked up when the door opened. He had a strange look on his face but Naruto blinked and it was gone before he’d had a chance to figure it out.
“Something you need, Kakashi?” Naruto felt suddenly wary but he wasn’t sure why.
“Not particularly,” Kakashi replied. “I just wanted to see how the air felt out here.” He smiled.
Naruto looked at him blankly. He wanted to see... how the air felt... What utter... He turned and headed back to their compartment. The guy was a crackpot and for what felt like the millionth time that afternoon, Naruto internally cursed Jiraiya for leaving him alone with him.
Up Next: They reached wherever it was they were supposed to be around 6 o’clock that evening. Looking around the tiniest, dirtiest, most decrepit looking train station he’d ever seen in his life, Naruto sighed. This was gonna be just great, he could already tell.