One-shot for Midnight Diddle
A little one-shot I wrote thinking about Midnight Diddle's fics and drabbles. I kept hearing their "little music". I can read them and read them again, even when they're about characters I don't like... So just to say thank you. XD
Please bear with me, I'm not a native speaker and I'm sorry for the grammar and spelling problems. I'm not very pleased with the ending but it'll stay like that for now.
I do not own Naruto, or there would be more older ninjas...
Title : His body
Characters : Sakura, Raidou, Genma
Rating : R ?
Namiashi Raidou was Sakura’s first time. It didn’t went smoothly and she swore she was never going to forget , the steadiness of her hands, the faint tremor of his, the musky scent of his body.
She remembers the perfect and scary obedience of her fingers when she looked at them through a daze, brushing and feeling and touching, baring skin, palpating muscles, and tendons, and bones. It was the first time she was seeing a mature body naked and she felt a strange fluttering in her ribcage, moved by his warmth and the imperfections of his gnarled limbs. She thought of her father and felt bile in her throat.
Namiashi Raidou was her first heart failure, her first intubation and her first urinary probe. And he made her a woman.
Raidou was in no way Genma’s first time. But it could as well have been for it had its awkwardness. It was rough and clumsy at first, a kiss with teeth and hands fisted in hair. Then, Genma had taken the initiative and Raidou had stayed still and stiff while he undressed him, like a giant doll with pink cheeks.
Raidou felt unresponsive under his hands, no matter how skilled they were. But when he tried to escape, red from shame and embarrassment, Genma drew him on the bed. And murmured him sweet words until Raidou felt he was indeed a man.
xxx
She can still hear Tsunade’s voice resounding in her head, and imagine her cheeky grin when she said : « I give you a tough one ! » She can feel her eyes boring holes in her back. Her presence was at once stressful and soothing, strict and motherly. Now, when she looks in a mirror, she feels the loss keenly.
She remembers trying not to gape at the scar on his face but looking at it until it disappeared, swept away by bright blue eyes and white messy hair and long blond hair and an awful bowl cut until the tears threatening to spill rolled on her cheeks.
The fight was violent and heated : she punched his chest until her fists were sore, but she won.
Now when she uses her science to heal a comrade, she can still see sunny hair, pale skin or fuzzy eyebrows but never, never does she see opaque and dark iris and ebony black hair.
Raidou is always so serious. Genma would say constipated.
Even when Genma is making love to him, he looks thoughtful and concentrated, as if he were about to discover an important secret. But when he seems to find it, for a fraction of second, his face enlightens, as if everything was melted and smoothed over, like a scar is flattened , loosing his wrinkles. And he’s nothing more than a little boy, vaguely surprised and afraid.
In these moments, Genma feels he couldn’t love him more.
xxx
When Sakura prepares Namiashi-san’s body for the cremation, it isn’t her first time anymore. The anonymous face she’s cleansing has a single name : « killed in action ». She can still feel eyes boring holes in her back. They belong to an hunched figure behind the window and she prepares herself for the moment she’ll have to open the door.
Moegi is stitching up the sternum, brows furrowed and chin determined.
Sakura feels proud.
Please bear with me, I'm not a native speaker and I'm sorry for the grammar and spelling problems. I'm not very pleased with the ending but it'll stay like that for now.
I do not own Naruto, or there would be more older ninjas...
Title : His body
Characters : Sakura, Raidou, Genma
Rating : R ?
Namiashi Raidou was Sakura’s first time. It didn’t went smoothly and she swore she was never going to forget , the steadiness of her hands, the faint tremor of his, the musky scent of his body.
She remembers the perfect and scary obedience of her fingers when she looked at them through a daze, brushing and feeling and touching, baring skin, palpating muscles, and tendons, and bones. It was the first time she was seeing a mature body naked and she felt a strange fluttering in her ribcage, moved by his warmth and the imperfections of his gnarled limbs. She thought of her father and felt bile in her throat.
Namiashi Raidou was her first heart failure, her first intubation and her first urinary probe. And he made her a woman.
Raidou was in no way Genma’s first time. But it could as well have been for it had its awkwardness. It was rough and clumsy at first, a kiss with teeth and hands fisted in hair. Then, Genma had taken the initiative and Raidou had stayed still and stiff while he undressed him, like a giant doll with pink cheeks.
Raidou felt unresponsive under his hands, no matter how skilled they were. But when he tried to escape, red from shame and embarrassment, Genma drew him on the bed. And murmured him sweet words until Raidou felt he was indeed a man.
xxx
She can still hear Tsunade’s voice resounding in her head, and imagine her cheeky grin when she said : « I give you a tough one ! » She can feel her eyes boring holes in her back. Her presence was at once stressful and soothing, strict and motherly. Now, when she looks in a mirror, she feels the loss keenly.
She remembers trying not to gape at the scar on his face but looking at it until it disappeared, swept away by bright blue eyes and white messy hair and long blond hair and an awful bowl cut until the tears threatening to spill rolled on her cheeks.
The fight was violent and heated : she punched his chest until her fists were sore, but she won.
Now when she uses her science to heal a comrade, she can still see sunny hair, pale skin or fuzzy eyebrows but never, never does she see opaque and dark iris and ebony black hair.
Raidou is always so serious. Genma would say constipated.
Even when Genma is making love to him, he looks thoughtful and concentrated, as if he were about to discover an important secret. But when he seems to find it, for a fraction of second, his face enlightens, as if everything was melted and smoothed over, like a scar is flattened , loosing his wrinkles. And he’s nothing more than a little boy, vaguely surprised and afraid.
In these moments, Genma feels he couldn’t love him more.
xxx
When Sakura prepares Namiashi-san’s body for the cremation, it isn’t her first time anymore. The anonymous face she’s cleansing has a single name : « killed in action ». She can still feel eyes boring holes in her back. They belong to an hunched figure behind the window and she prepares herself for the moment she’ll have to open the door.
Moegi is stitching up the sternum, brows furrowed and chin determined.
Sakura feels proud.