nari's plot bunny
Fandom: Naruto
Title: Poison
Chapter: N/A, complete oneshot
Characters/Pairings: Kakashi, Sakura, nameless OCs; slight one-sided Kakashi/Sakura
Genre: Romance Lite, Angst Lite, Drama Lite, General
Word Count: 1,326
Rating: T/PG-13
Notes: Just a quick little bunny for nari_lightning over at kakasaku, because she's had a rough time lately. Hope this makes you feel better, m'dear!
It's a fire-fight with the criminals he and his partner had been chasing. Kakashi sighs, almost too used to the near-deafening reports of gunfire and the little grunts of effort Sakura makes as she squeezes the trigger over and over, dropping the cronies popping out of the woodwork like flies with each well-aimed bullet. They've taken cover behind a rusty iron support beam, one for both of them, but despite their relatively small sizes, it isn't big enough to cover them both. Fortunately for them, their opponents are lousy shots and are missing all the bits poking out.
A bullet grazes Kakashi's outer thigh, a thin line of fire, barely felt. Of course Karma would feel the need to correct him.
"Kakashi," Sakura hisses, flipping long pink bangs out of her sweaty face with the hand not holding her gun. "We can't both stay here..."
He wants to argue, but he knows Sakura won't listen anyway. So he nods and says, "I'll go. There's another support beam over there--" he neglects to point, since if she were to lean around him at this moment, she'd be shot square in the face "--and when there's a lull, I'll run for it."
She glances at him worriedly with her big green eyes--eyes he still thinks are far too naïve to be doing the kind of work required of the narcotics team, in spite of the things he knows she's already witnessed--and agrees, but grudgingly. "Fine." And he wants to press a kiss to that pretty pink mouth and taste her lips--her lips, not lipstick or flavored gloss or anything else, because Sakura is a woman who takes her work seriously and doesn't feel the need to doll herself up when she knows she's risking their current situation every moment she's in the field--but it's a ridiculous notion and he's almost surprised it hasn't already killed both of them. So he looks away, eyes focused steadily on his cover, and waits for the hail of bullets to slow.
It never does. Finally, knowing he has to take his chances or else never go, he bends, sprinting for the other beam. Bullets richochet around him, screaming through the air, ripping through the plastic curtains that hang everywhere, and cracking into the concrete floor.
One more running step and he's there. He looks over at Sakura's cover, just to make sure she's got herself centered there now, and pokes his head out to take stock of the criminals' positions. Almost none of them are under cover. As he's nearly finished calculating how best to take the remaining four out, he hears gunfire from the next beam over. He catches a whirl of pink as Sakura ducks back behind her beam and then of black as a man across the factory falls, a neat hole through his forehead.
That leaves three, and he needs to recalculate--another shot, another dead man on the other side of the factory. Kakashi decides to stop being such a math nerd in a place where he's likely to be shot while he's trying to figure out trajectory or something else equally math-nerdy and shoot them first, and the third figure falls. It turns out to be a woman, as she falls forward over the pile of brick she was hiding behind.
One more left. He's a bit more cautious than his comrades, darting randomly between hiding spots and firing off automatic rounds without paying attention to where he's aiming. By nothing less than absolutely pure chance, it's as he's two steps away from his next piece of cover and not paying any attention at all the cops that Kakashi looks out and fires. His aim is true, and there is a mess of gore before the last man falls, face-first, into a pile of rebar, in a way that would have been comical had his brain not been spattered everwhere.
Regardless of the sure knowledge that they've killed everybody shooting at them, Kakashi signals to Sakura to scope the area thoroughly before stepping out of a safe spot. His seasoned eyes take in every inch of the factory he can see, knowing that his partner is doing the same. After a few moments, he deems it safe, waving her out into the open so they can approach the bodies and secure the area for forensics teams and the like.
She steps out, her pretty face grim and every line of her body still taut with tension, walking confidently toward him.
A gun fires. Sakura gasps and doubles over, clutching her stomach. Blood leaks from between her fingers. Almost on instinct, and certainly before he can process what he's doing, he's pivoted around, weapon up, searching for his target, and squeezing the trigger.
He misses, mostly because the target he has in his sights isn't a man, or even any sort of creature at all. It's a tarp-covered something, and a searing pain rips through his upper shoulder. He looks at the catwalks above him.
A man with a .22 clutched in his hand stares impassively down at him. Kakashi shoots him in the head, and there is a sickening thud as he lands on the concrete after tipping over the rails. Kakashi doesn't care.
What he does care about is his partner, bleeding and possibly dying, a few yards away. He doesn't even holster his gun as he dashes to her without thought. His knees give out, but he would never admit this, and he collapses in a heap beside her. She's on her side, hands still on her stomach and bloodier than he's ever seen them. There's blood on her lips, too, and he knows that means one of her lungs has been punctured.
His hands shake as he drops his firearm and hovers anxiously above her. He's a trained police officer and he doesn't even remember what to do. He feels so useless.
"Pressure," she wheezes, a bloody hand reaching for one of his. She grabs it--the blood is warm and sticky--and presses it onto her abdomen. The feel of her soft belly beneath his palm snaps him to attention, but he can still feel his mind breaking--an evil creature inside him whispers poison to him, reminds him of all the other partners he's been through over the years.
Obito, crushed when a madman blew up a building on your routine beat and he shoved you out of the way of debris. Rin, kidnapped and tortured to death by a don when you gave him insult without knowing. Gai, driven insane by a batch of bad heroine. Anko, beaten, raped, and left for dead in the gutter by a Colombian cocaine dealer. Your fault. Always yours. You didn't do enough to protect them. Pathetic. You'll lose her, too, after you've broken her.
He ignores the poison and reaches for a radio on auto-pilot. He has no idea what he's saying to dispatch, and he never will remember, because Sakura has blood bubbling from her pretty pink mouth that he still hasn't tasted, and he leans forward now to kiss her.
"No," she gasps. "Not--not now." She passes out.
The next thing he knows, he's being ripped away from her, fighting tooth and nail like the wild creature he's never been--but has fought against his entire life--to get back to her.
"Hatake!" a sharp voice barks, and when that fails to calm him, a petite hand cracks across his cheek with violent force. Tsunade glares at him. "Report."
"Sakura--" he tries to say.
"Will be fine, as long as you let the paramedics deal with her instead of prepping a tranq for you," she snaps. "Report."
The paramedics wheel Sakura past him on a gurney, and he stills himself. He gives his report, knowing Tsunade would not lie to him about this.
But deep inside, the wild thing still rages for her.
Title: Poison
Chapter: N/A, complete oneshot
Characters/Pairings: Kakashi, Sakura, nameless OCs; slight one-sided Kakashi/Sakura
Genre: Romance Lite, Angst Lite, Drama Lite, General
Word Count: 1,326
Rating: T/PG-13
Notes: Just a quick little bunny for nari_lightning over at kakasaku, because she's had a rough time lately. Hope this makes you feel better, m'dear!
It's a fire-fight with the criminals he and his partner had been chasing. Kakashi sighs, almost too used to the near-deafening reports of gunfire and the little grunts of effort Sakura makes as she squeezes the trigger over and over, dropping the cronies popping out of the woodwork like flies with each well-aimed bullet. They've taken cover behind a rusty iron support beam, one for both of them, but despite their relatively small sizes, it isn't big enough to cover them both. Fortunately for them, their opponents are lousy shots and are missing all the bits poking out.
A bullet grazes Kakashi's outer thigh, a thin line of fire, barely felt. Of course Karma would feel the need to correct him.
"Kakashi," Sakura hisses, flipping long pink bangs out of her sweaty face with the hand not holding her gun. "We can't both stay here..."
He wants to argue, but he knows Sakura won't listen anyway. So he nods and says, "I'll go. There's another support beam over there--" he neglects to point, since if she were to lean around him at this moment, she'd be shot square in the face "--and when there's a lull, I'll run for it."
She glances at him worriedly with her big green eyes--eyes he still thinks are far too naïve to be doing the kind of work required of the narcotics team, in spite of the things he knows she's already witnessed--and agrees, but grudgingly. "Fine." And he wants to press a kiss to that pretty pink mouth and taste her lips--her lips, not lipstick or flavored gloss or anything else, because Sakura is a woman who takes her work seriously and doesn't feel the need to doll herself up when she knows she's risking their current situation every moment she's in the field--but it's a ridiculous notion and he's almost surprised it hasn't already killed both of them. So he looks away, eyes focused steadily on his cover, and waits for the hail of bullets to slow.
It never does. Finally, knowing he has to take his chances or else never go, he bends, sprinting for the other beam. Bullets richochet around him, screaming through the air, ripping through the plastic curtains that hang everywhere, and cracking into the concrete floor.
One more running step and he's there. He looks over at Sakura's cover, just to make sure she's got herself centered there now, and pokes his head out to take stock of the criminals' positions. Almost none of them are under cover. As he's nearly finished calculating how best to take the remaining four out, he hears gunfire from the next beam over. He catches a whirl of pink as Sakura ducks back behind her beam and then of black as a man across the factory falls, a neat hole through his forehead.
That leaves three, and he needs to recalculate--another shot, another dead man on the other side of the factory. Kakashi decides to stop being such a math nerd in a place where he's likely to be shot while he's trying to figure out trajectory or something else equally math-nerdy and shoot them first, and the third figure falls. It turns out to be a woman, as she falls forward over the pile of brick she was hiding behind.
One more left. He's a bit more cautious than his comrades, darting randomly between hiding spots and firing off automatic rounds without paying attention to where he's aiming. By nothing less than absolutely pure chance, it's as he's two steps away from his next piece of cover and not paying any attention at all the cops that Kakashi looks out and fires. His aim is true, and there is a mess of gore before the last man falls, face-first, into a pile of rebar, in a way that would have been comical had his brain not been spattered everwhere.
Regardless of the sure knowledge that they've killed everybody shooting at them, Kakashi signals to Sakura to scope the area thoroughly before stepping out of a safe spot. His seasoned eyes take in every inch of the factory he can see, knowing that his partner is doing the same. After a few moments, he deems it safe, waving her out into the open so they can approach the bodies and secure the area for forensics teams and the like.
She steps out, her pretty face grim and every line of her body still taut with tension, walking confidently toward him.
A gun fires. Sakura gasps and doubles over, clutching her stomach. Blood leaks from between her fingers. Almost on instinct, and certainly before he can process what he's doing, he's pivoted around, weapon up, searching for his target, and squeezing the trigger.
He misses, mostly because the target he has in his sights isn't a man, or even any sort of creature at all. It's a tarp-covered something, and a searing pain rips through his upper shoulder. He looks at the catwalks above him.
A man with a .22 clutched in his hand stares impassively down at him. Kakashi shoots him in the head, and there is a sickening thud as he lands on the concrete after tipping over the rails. Kakashi doesn't care.
What he does care about is his partner, bleeding and possibly dying, a few yards away. He doesn't even holster his gun as he dashes to her without thought. His knees give out, but he would never admit this, and he collapses in a heap beside her. She's on her side, hands still on her stomach and bloodier than he's ever seen them. There's blood on her lips, too, and he knows that means one of her lungs has been punctured.
His hands shake as he drops his firearm and hovers anxiously above her. He's a trained police officer and he doesn't even remember what to do. He feels so useless.
"Pressure," she wheezes, a bloody hand reaching for one of his. She grabs it--the blood is warm and sticky--and presses it onto her abdomen. The feel of her soft belly beneath his palm snaps him to attention, but he can still feel his mind breaking--an evil creature inside him whispers poison to him, reminds him of all the other partners he's been through over the years.
Obito, crushed when a madman blew up a building on your routine beat and he shoved you out of the way of debris. Rin, kidnapped and tortured to death by a don when you gave him insult without knowing. Gai, driven insane by a batch of bad heroine. Anko, beaten, raped, and left for dead in the gutter by a Colombian cocaine dealer. Your fault. Always yours. You didn't do enough to protect them. Pathetic. You'll lose her, too, after you've broken her.
He ignores the poison and reaches for a radio on auto-pilot. He has no idea what he's saying to dispatch, and he never will remember, because Sakura has blood bubbling from her pretty pink mouth that he still hasn't tasted, and he leans forward now to kiss her.
"No," she gasps. "Not--not now." She passes out.
The next thing he knows, he's being ripped away from her, fighting tooth and nail like the wild creature he's never been--but has fought against his entire life--to get back to her.
"Hatake!" a sharp voice barks, and when that fails to calm him, a petite hand cracks across his cheek with violent force. Tsunade glares at him. "Report."
"Sakura--" he tries to say.
"Will be fine, as long as you let the paramedics deal with her instead of prepping a tranq for you," she snaps. "Report."
The paramedics wheel Sakura past him on a gurney, and he stills himself. He gives his report, knowing Tsunade would not lie to him about this.
But deep inside, the wild thing still rages for her.