Christmas with the Hatakes: Day 2: Lights
Title: Christmas with the Hatakes
Author: Reggie (kairukashi, ode2sokka, Princess Tyler Briefs...among other such names)
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: KakaIru
Genre: Festival fluff!
Rating: G
Word count: 1,179
I'm glad you all like what you saw of Sayuri, and hopefully you will continue to do so :D
December 2nd: Lights
Kakashi frowned at the little periwinkle blue hat held in his hand. Who came up with a name like periwinkle blue, anyway? More importantly, how did he know that’s what this light blue-purple color was? Because he just looked at it and his brain registered it as exactly that shade. Which was a little ridiculous. Kind of like Iruka’s proposal that as long as they had this little knitted hat that may have been periwinkle blue, though a case could be made for it being lavender, that they could keep Sayuri warm enough.
It was COLD outside. Not instant frostbite or flash frozen cold, but still chilly enough that little fingers and toes should be well taken care of! And while a jacket, mittens, and a scarf would be enough to keep himself and Iruka from freezing, Kakashi very much doubted that a tee-shirt and jeans over Sayuri’s regular yellow one piece, socks, gloves, and this hat were going to be enough.
Iruka took the hat from the Jounin’s slack grip with his free hand, the other being employed in keeping Sayuri from rolling off their bed. “You still don’t trust me, do you?”
“No.” He could have lied, but Iruka was using that voice that told Kakashi that Chuunin really already knew the answer, and there would be pain in his future if he even thought about saying anything different. “She’s so little, Iruka, and she’ll get cold…”
“She might be a little person, Kakashi, but she’s still a person.” Iruka smiled as he slipped the hat deftly over the fluffy brown hair of their daughter. She may have inherited the color from Iruka, but the Jounin could already see it had his wildness to it.
Sayuri loudly protested with a yell and continued squirming. Kakashi didn’t know many infants, but he’d never met one quite as stubborn as their little daughter. It was kind of amusing to watch her protest when she couldn’t have her way.
Iruka smiled indulgently at her complaints, and stopped dressing her until she stopped struggling to stare at him. Kakashi had no doubt that she was trying to figure out why the person above her had stopped, because she rarely got her way in these matters.
Kakashi sighed and leaned against the door frame, shoving his hands into the pockets of the dark blue jacked Iruka had forced upon him. “I suppose you know more about babies than I do.”
“I suppose you’re probably right.” Iruka grinned over his shoulder, before reaching down to capture one small hand. He kissed it and blew on it, making Sayuri squeal with delight, before slipping one mitten over the pudgy digits. “We’ll take a couple extra blankets in case it gets colder, but she should be just fine for now.”
“As long as we keep the hat on?” He tried, really, to keep the skepticism out of his voice. At least it was toned down a little from what he felt.
“People loose most of their body heat through their heads, and babies especially. A hat keeps it in. We won’t be out too long, she’ll be alright.”
Sayuri cried loudly as her other hand was captured by the glove. It wasn’t so much a cry of being upset as one of out-and-out rage. Kakashi thought, personally, that it didn’t bode well that she was already showing some signs of having Iruka’s temper.
Iruka kissed on chubby pink cheek, near her nose, and ignored the angry noise she made in response. “Naruto and Sakura will be here soon. Put your mask up.”
“Yes, sir,” Kakashi mock saluted. He was ignored too, except to have Sayuri put in his arms so Iruka could put his jacket on. Half-lidded eyes, the mirror image of his own natural eye, scowled up at Kakashi. Sayuri seemed to think this whole mess with the clothes was his fault. For some reason, this made Kakashi laugh.
Naruto was practically bouncing in place on their doorstep, a grin on his face, when Iruka answered the door. “Is my little sister ready to go or what, Iruka-sensei?”
“Well she’s dressed,” Kakashi heard Iruka chuckle a little under his breath. “She’s just not happy to be going.”
“That’s because she doesn’t know her Naruto-oniichan is going,” the blonde whirlwind grinned, and waved at the baby still in Kakashi’s arms. Sayuri cooed happily, anger forgotten, and reached out for the curious orange thing just out of her grasp.
“Are you sure she’ll be warm enough, Iruka-sensei?” Sakura frowned, and Kakashi couldn’t help smiling a little. At least he wasn’t the only one with doubts.
“She’ll be fine.” Iruka shook his head, obviously exasperated, before taking Sayuri and handing her to Naruto. In a motion that was probably too quick for the kids to properly follow, Iruka grabbed the baby-backpack, as Naruto had dubbed it, and had it strapped to Kakashi chest in a matter of moments. The Jounin shifted a little under the odd weight. He had agreed to wear the thing tonight, seeing as Iruka had always carried her in the past. He just hadn’t realized how awkward it felt.
“Are you excited for your first light show, Sayuri-chan?” Naruto was half bouncing her, making her squeal and giggle with delight. “It’s really pretty, with all the market lights lit up. You’ll love it.”
“Idiot,” Sakura’s voice was soft, almost fond, even as she muttered the insult. “She won’t remember it more than a few minutes.”
“So?” Naruto stopped his play to hand her back to Iruka, so the Chuunin could strap her into the seat on Kakashi’s chest. “She doesn’t have to. She can enjoy it in the moment.”
Sakura and Iruka both laughed at this, and Kakashi found himself joining in. This felt…almost normal. This was odd, since the moment Tsunade had told them that Iruka was pregnant-no, since the moment they had believed her, which wasn’t the same-the Copy-nin had been sure his life was never going to be normal again. And maybe it wasn’t normal, exactly. Not the same normal anyway. Maybe this is what other people, with families, felt like.
It was a long walk to the market from the three bedroom apartment he and Iruka shared, near the civilian district, when you had to walk along the ground. But when they got there, and Naruto took Sayuri out of her carrier to hold her up to inspect the elaborately decorated lanterns, and she squealed in delight, it was worth it.
More than that, a strange feeling of contentment had settled in Kakashi’s chest, and only intensified when Sakura lit a sparkler and showed it to the tot from a safe distance for her to admire. When Iruka snuggled her close and gave Sayuri her first taste of hot chocolate by dipping his finger in the foamy mug, blowing on it to cool it, and letting her suck on it.
This was something Kakashi hadn’t realized he was missing all those years growing up alone. Now he couldn’t remember what it felt like to be without it.
Author: Reggie (kairukashi, ode2sokka, Princess Tyler Briefs...among other such names)
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: KakaIru
Genre: Festival fluff!
Rating: G
Word count: 1,179
I'm glad you all like what you saw of Sayuri, and hopefully you will continue to do so :D
December 2nd: Lights
Kakashi frowned at the little periwinkle blue hat held in his hand. Who came up with a name like periwinkle blue, anyway? More importantly, how did he know that’s what this light blue-purple color was? Because he just looked at it and his brain registered it as exactly that shade. Which was a little ridiculous. Kind of like Iruka’s proposal that as long as they had this little knitted hat that may have been periwinkle blue, though a case could be made for it being lavender, that they could keep Sayuri warm enough.
It was COLD outside. Not instant frostbite or flash frozen cold, but still chilly enough that little fingers and toes should be well taken care of! And while a jacket, mittens, and a scarf would be enough to keep himself and Iruka from freezing, Kakashi very much doubted that a tee-shirt and jeans over Sayuri’s regular yellow one piece, socks, gloves, and this hat were going to be enough.
Iruka took the hat from the Jounin’s slack grip with his free hand, the other being employed in keeping Sayuri from rolling off their bed. “You still don’t trust me, do you?”
“No.” He could have lied, but Iruka was using that voice that told Kakashi that Chuunin really already knew the answer, and there would be pain in his future if he even thought about saying anything different. “She’s so little, Iruka, and she’ll get cold…”
“She might be a little person, Kakashi, but she’s still a person.” Iruka smiled as he slipped the hat deftly over the fluffy brown hair of their daughter. She may have inherited the color from Iruka, but the Jounin could already see it had his wildness to it.
Sayuri loudly protested with a yell and continued squirming. Kakashi didn’t know many infants, but he’d never met one quite as stubborn as their little daughter. It was kind of amusing to watch her protest when she couldn’t have her way.
Iruka smiled indulgently at her complaints, and stopped dressing her until she stopped struggling to stare at him. Kakashi had no doubt that she was trying to figure out why the person above her had stopped, because she rarely got her way in these matters.
Kakashi sighed and leaned against the door frame, shoving his hands into the pockets of the dark blue jacked Iruka had forced upon him. “I suppose you know more about babies than I do.”
“I suppose you’re probably right.” Iruka grinned over his shoulder, before reaching down to capture one small hand. He kissed it and blew on it, making Sayuri squeal with delight, before slipping one mitten over the pudgy digits. “We’ll take a couple extra blankets in case it gets colder, but she should be just fine for now.”
“As long as we keep the hat on?” He tried, really, to keep the skepticism out of his voice. At least it was toned down a little from what he felt.
“People loose most of their body heat through their heads, and babies especially. A hat keeps it in. We won’t be out too long, she’ll be alright.”
Sayuri cried loudly as her other hand was captured by the glove. It wasn’t so much a cry of being upset as one of out-and-out rage. Kakashi thought, personally, that it didn’t bode well that she was already showing some signs of having Iruka’s temper.
Iruka kissed on chubby pink cheek, near her nose, and ignored the angry noise she made in response. “Naruto and Sakura will be here soon. Put your mask up.”
“Yes, sir,” Kakashi mock saluted. He was ignored too, except to have Sayuri put in his arms so Iruka could put his jacket on. Half-lidded eyes, the mirror image of his own natural eye, scowled up at Kakashi. Sayuri seemed to think this whole mess with the clothes was his fault. For some reason, this made Kakashi laugh.
Naruto was practically bouncing in place on their doorstep, a grin on his face, when Iruka answered the door. “Is my little sister ready to go or what, Iruka-sensei?”
“Well she’s dressed,” Kakashi heard Iruka chuckle a little under his breath. “She’s just not happy to be going.”
“That’s because she doesn’t know her Naruto-oniichan is going,” the blonde whirlwind grinned, and waved at the baby still in Kakashi’s arms. Sayuri cooed happily, anger forgotten, and reached out for the curious orange thing just out of her grasp.
“Are you sure she’ll be warm enough, Iruka-sensei?” Sakura frowned, and Kakashi couldn’t help smiling a little. At least he wasn’t the only one with doubts.
“She’ll be fine.” Iruka shook his head, obviously exasperated, before taking Sayuri and handing her to Naruto. In a motion that was probably too quick for the kids to properly follow, Iruka grabbed the baby-backpack, as Naruto had dubbed it, and had it strapped to Kakashi chest in a matter of moments. The Jounin shifted a little under the odd weight. He had agreed to wear the thing tonight, seeing as Iruka had always carried her in the past. He just hadn’t realized how awkward it felt.
“Are you excited for your first light show, Sayuri-chan?” Naruto was half bouncing her, making her squeal and giggle with delight. “It’s really pretty, with all the market lights lit up. You’ll love it.”
“Idiot,” Sakura’s voice was soft, almost fond, even as she muttered the insult. “She won’t remember it more than a few minutes.”
“So?” Naruto stopped his play to hand her back to Iruka, so the Chuunin could strap her into the seat on Kakashi’s chest. “She doesn’t have to. She can enjoy it in the moment.”
Sakura and Iruka both laughed at this, and Kakashi found himself joining in. This felt…almost normal. This was odd, since the moment Tsunade had told them that Iruka was pregnant-no, since the moment they had believed her, which wasn’t the same-the Copy-nin had been sure his life was never going to be normal again. And maybe it wasn’t normal, exactly. Not the same normal anyway. Maybe this is what other people, with families, felt like.
It was a long walk to the market from the three bedroom apartment he and Iruka shared, near the civilian district, when you had to walk along the ground. But when they got there, and Naruto took Sayuri out of her carrier to hold her up to inspect the elaborately decorated lanterns, and she squealed in delight, it was worth it.
More than that, a strange feeling of contentment had settled in Kakashi’s chest, and only intensified when Sakura lit a sparkler and showed it to the tot from a safe distance for her to admire. When Iruka snuggled her close and gave Sayuri her first taste of hot chocolate by dipping his finger in the foamy mug, blowing on it to cool it, and letting her suck on it.
This was something Kakashi hadn’t realized he was missing all those years growing up alone. Now he couldn’t remember what it felt like to be without it.