Ficlet: Weeks
Summary: Their goodbyes were plain. Missions were a constant on a ninja's life, nothing out of the ordinary.
Notes: Whoa. This one totally slipped away from my control. I was hoping for it to be more Obito/Rin-ish, but then Kakashi had to impose his POV.
Disclaimer: Naruto (c) Kishimoto. I'm making no material profits here.
Theme: 08. Weeks ( fanfic100)
That was the position Kakashi found her sleeping in, one hour later, as he dropped by her apartment to apologise for being so hard on her the previous day and to take her out for a last good breakfast before she had to go on her assignment. Her tea cup had rolled out of her grasp and the last dregs of tea had spilled, leaving a small yellow stain on the bedspread. He would clean it up for her while she was away, he decided.
"Rin..." he called, brushing the hair from her eyes. "Wake up."
"Mmmh..." She tried to shy away from his touch, but as she turned her head, acute pain shot up her neck. That easily pulled her from her dreams. "Ah!... Kakashi? What are you doing here?"
"Good morning. Come on, get up. I'm taking you for breakfast."
Rin's instinct was to comply, but luckily her mind wasn't blurry enough to do so. Her robe was open and she was not about to give her friend a free look at her chest. She knew he was not a pervert like most people assumed after seeing him read master Jiraiya's porn in broad daylight, but still, he was a boy and she was a girl. Her grandmother had taught her better. She pulled her clothes tight before disentangling herself from the eiderdown.
"You brought food?" she asked him as she rubbed her sore neck and tried to put her hair in order. He had seen her looking much worse than that, but, well, her grandmother had taught her better than that too. "I don't have anything here. My kitchen's not big enough to cook in, you know that."
He gave her an affectionate smile and a nod. "I'm taking you out, so get dressed," he said. Reaching the door, though, he hesitated before stepping out. "Rin, about yesterday, I..."
"It's okay," she told him. "I know you were only trying to help. I'm the one who's sorry for getting upset at you. You're a good friend, Kakashi."
His smile widened at that - all the years Rin had spent with him as a teammate had taught her to see beyond his mask. "I'll be waiting just outside, then."
No sooner had he closed the door, Rin's alarm clock went off. "Good old reliable Kakashi," she thought to herself with a smile.
She was quick to get herself looking decent and took the opportunity to pack the supplies she would need to take for the mission so she would not have to return to her apartment afterwards. She grabbed the bandages and ointments, scrolls and pills on auto-pilot; her subconscious knew the routine well enough already, leaving her free to think about other things. On a whim, she also pocketed a certain phial with a dropper.
Kakashi was exactly where he said he would be and the two of them walked in silence to the nearest food stand. They each ordered and were waiting for the food to arrive when Rin pinned him with a cagey look.
"So... you're not going to put me through another training session before I go?"
"I think we did enough of that yesterday," he admitted. "Right now, I just want to make the most of your company. It will probably be weeks before I see you again."
Rin would have melted where she stood if she had ever heard such words come out of the younger Kakashi's mouth. Now, she was old enough to only blush half-furiously. She quickly used her medical training to slow her bloodstream and hide the redness. Thankfully, Kakashi had been looking for the waiter when he spoke and thus missed her fumble.
"Aw, I'm touched, Kakashi," she joked, then continued on a more serious tone, "and glad that you're finally accepting that I can take care of myself."
"Well," he started, still looking around to see if anyone was close enough to overhear, "I'm not so sure myself, but yesterday I did realise I was treating you unjustly."
Rin smiled, looking at the approaching waiter over Kakashi's shoulder. He noticed her glance and followed it, tracing the woman's motions as she picked each plate from a large tray and laid it out on the table. She left the two ninja with a small bow. Only when she was once again behind the counter did Rin speak.
"Sure or not, I'm still glad. And since I'm going to be gone for such a long time for this mission, I want you to have this." She reached into her pocket and pulled out the small phial. She slid it across the tabletop towards Kakashi and gestured at his covered eye, where Obito's Sharingan lay dormant. "In case it gives you trouble and I'm not here to fix it."
Kakashi clutched it like it was a precious stone. "Thanks."
They kept their conversation light and as far away from the topic of Obito as possible from there on. Forty minutes later, the two were saying their goodbyes in front on the village gate. Kakashi eyed the teammates Rin had been assigned to, silently measuring their strength and skill. She was glad he did not say anything out loud, though. It would be awkward enough for her to rid them of the notion that she and Kakashi were an item, since she had arrived in his company, without the added strain that her alleged boyfriend did not approve of them.
Their goodbyes were plain. Missions were a constant on a ninja's life, nothing out of the ordinary.
Weeks later, Kakashi found himself standing in front of that gate again, gripping a report about a failed mission and one casualty.
Notes: Whoa. This one totally slipped away from my control. I was hoping for it to be more Obito/Rin-ish, but then Kakashi had to impose his POV.
Disclaimer: Naruto (c) Kishimoto. I'm making no material profits here.
Theme: 08. Weeks ( fanfic100)
That was the position Kakashi found her sleeping in, one hour later, as he dropped by her apartment to apologise for being so hard on her the previous day and to take her out for a last good breakfast before she had to go on her assignment. Her tea cup had rolled out of her grasp and the last dregs of tea had spilled, leaving a small yellow stain on the bedspread. He would clean it up for her while she was away, he decided.
"Rin..." he called, brushing the hair from her eyes. "Wake up."
"Mmmh..." She tried to shy away from his touch, but as she turned her head, acute pain shot up her neck. That easily pulled her from her dreams. "Ah!... Kakashi? What are you doing here?"
"Good morning. Come on, get up. I'm taking you for breakfast."
Rin's instinct was to comply, but luckily her mind wasn't blurry enough to do so. Her robe was open and she was not about to give her friend a free look at her chest. She knew he was not a pervert like most people assumed after seeing him read master Jiraiya's porn in broad daylight, but still, he was a boy and she was a girl. Her grandmother had taught her better. She pulled her clothes tight before disentangling herself from the eiderdown.
"You brought food?" she asked him as she rubbed her sore neck and tried to put her hair in order. He had seen her looking much worse than that, but, well, her grandmother had taught her better than that too. "I don't have anything here. My kitchen's not big enough to cook in, you know that."
He gave her an affectionate smile and a nod. "I'm taking you out, so get dressed," he said. Reaching the door, though, he hesitated before stepping out. "Rin, about yesterday, I..."
"It's okay," she told him. "I know you were only trying to help. I'm the one who's sorry for getting upset at you. You're a good friend, Kakashi."
His smile widened at that - all the years Rin had spent with him as a teammate had taught her to see beyond his mask. "I'll be waiting just outside, then."
No sooner had he closed the door, Rin's alarm clock went off. "Good old reliable Kakashi," she thought to herself with a smile.
She was quick to get herself looking decent and took the opportunity to pack the supplies she would need to take for the mission so she would not have to return to her apartment afterwards. She grabbed the bandages and ointments, scrolls and pills on auto-pilot; her subconscious knew the routine well enough already, leaving her free to think about other things. On a whim, she also pocketed a certain phial with a dropper.
Kakashi was exactly where he said he would be and the two of them walked in silence to the nearest food stand. They each ordered and were waiting for the food to arrive when Rin pinned him with a cagey look.
"So... you're not going to put me through another training session before I go?"
"I think we did enough of that yesterday," he admitted. "Right now, I just want to make the most of your company. It will probably be weeks before I see you again."
Rin would have melted where she stood if she had ever heard such words come out of the younger Kakashi's mouth. Now, she was old enough to only blush half-furiously. She quickly used her medical training to slow her bloodstream and hide the redness. Thankfully, Kakashi had been looking for the waiter when he spoke and thus missed her fumble.
"Aw, I'm touched, Kakashi," she joked, then continued on a more serious tone, "and glad that you're finally accepting that I can take care of myself."
"Well," he started, still looking around to see if anyone was close enough to overhear, "I'm not so sure myself, but yesterday I did realise I was treating you unjustly."
Rin smiled, looking at the approaching waiter over Kakashi's shoulder. He noticed her glance and followed it, tracing the woman's motions as she picked each plate from a large tray and laid it out on the table. She left the two ninja with a small bow. Only when she was once again behind the counter did Rin speak.
"Sure or not, I'm still glad. And since I'm going to be gone for such a long time for this mission, I want you to have this." She reached into her pocket and pulled out the small phial. She slid it across the tabletop towards Kakashi and gestured at his covered eye, where Obito's Sharingan lay dormant. "In case it gives you trouble and I'm not here to fix it."
Kakashi clutched it like it was a precious stone. "Thanks."
They kept their conversation light and as far away from the topic of Obito as possible from there on. Forty minutes later, the two were saying their goodbyes in front on the village gate. Kakashi eyed the teammates Rin had been assigned to, silently measuring their strength and skill. She was glad he did not say anything out loud, though. It would be awkward enough for her to rid them of the notion that she and Kakashi were an item, since she had arrived in his company, without the added strain that her alleged boyfriend did not approve of them.
Their goodbyes were plain. Missions were a constant on a ninja's life, nothing out of the ordinary.
Weeks later, Kakashi found himself standing in front of that gate again, gripping a report about a failed mission and one casualty.