[Angst/Best Ending] Honesty
Title: Honesty (Part of a Drabble Collection)
Author: FF.net: Winter Ashby // LJ: rosweldrmr
STANDARD: Angst
SPECIALS: Best Ending
Rating: T
Pairings: Kakashi/Sakura
WARNINGS: none
SPOILERS: None
Link:
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Honestly, he never expected it to happen. He was sure that he’d grow old, and alone, and unloved.
But then she looked at him like she understood, and part of his veneer cracked and fell away.
He watched her fight, slicing through attackers and showing no remorse.
He watched her heal, and felt insignificant under the light of her green chakra entering his body.
He should have died that day, but as the new dawn rose, he owed her his life.
Honestly, he thought he’d die at 36 on some mission in another country.
She was like a memory he’d misplaced in the future.
She spoke to him with sideways glances and lingering futility. His shell began to buckle under the weight of denying two people’s desires. She was getting strong.
He was sure he was treading on dangerously thin ice that night he found her in the bar and offered to walk her home.
He knew he was in trouble when he woke the next morning in the wrong bed, wrapped in the arms of a woman 13 years too young.
She was too close now, entwined in his life, draped over his chest and torso.
He’d made a fatal mistake.
Honestly, he never wanted this.
To him, she was still 13, and he’d managed to trample over his own morals with only a fleeting look outside her door.
He let her get too close, because he couldn’t just pull away anymore. He’d let her into his life and allowed her to wander through his dreams.
But this was decidedly different, because this was real.
He decided to blame the alcohol and removed himself from her embrace.
She woke and smiled at him, like everything was just as it always was.
Honestly, he meant to leave.
But he was pulled back to her and her bed and her enticing lips. Her skin was velvet to his touch, and her hair was like silk running between his fingers.
He imagined that this is what heaven would feel like. Soft and so warm that you can’t even imagine ever wanting to leave.
The morning turned into afternoon and he was still caught in her web of desperate yearning. The mid-day sun melted and the sky turned into a mixture of pinks and oranges and still he could not leave. Dark descended on them, and he’d barely managed to leave her bed to make some ramen.
Honestly, who was he kidding?
When the sun rose the next day, she was gone. There was a note, on pink paper resting on her pillow.
After a week, she was still gone, and the lingering scent of her fragrance was beginning to wash away. After a month, she was still gone, and the memory of her lips on his was beginning to fade. After a year, he still waited for her return, even after her name had been etched into the memorial stone.
He knew she would be back.
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He was never good at honesty.
Author: FF.net: Winter Ashby // LJ: rosweldrmr
STANDARD: Angst
SPECIALS: Best Ending
Rating: T
Pairings: Kakashi/Sakura
WARNINGS: none
SPOILERS: None
Link:
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Honestly, he never expected it to happen. He was sure that he’d grow old, and alone, and unloved.
But then she looked at him like she understood, and part of his veneer cracked and fell away.
He watched her fight, slicing through attackers and showing no remorse.
He watched her heal, and felt insignificant under the light of her green chakra entering his body.
He should have died that day, but as the new dawn rose, he owed her his life.
Honestly, he thought he’d die at 36 on some mission in another country.
She was like a memory he’d misplaced in the future.
She spoke to him with sideways glances and lingering futility. His shell began to buckle under the weight of denying two people’s desires. She was getting strong.
He was sure he was treading on dangerously thin ice that night he found her in the bar and offered to walk her home.
He knew he was in trouble when he woke the next morning in the wrong bed, wrapped in the arms of a woman 13 years too young.
She was too close now, entwined in his life, draped over his chest and torso.
He’d made a fatal mistake.
Honestly, he never wanted this.
To him, she was still 13, and he’d managed to trample over his own morals with only a fleeting look outside her door.
He let her get too close, because he couldn’t just pull away anymore. He’d let her into his life and allowed her to wander through his dreams.
But this was decidedly different, because this was real.
He decided to blame the alcohol and removed himself from her embrace.
She woke and smiled at him, like everything was just as it always was.
Honestly, he meant to leave.
But he was pulled back to her and her bed and her enticing lips. Her skin was velvet to his touch, and her hair was like silk running between his fingers.
He imagined that this is what heaven would feel like. Soft and so warm that you can’t even imagine ever wanting to leave.
The morning turned into afternoon and he was still caught in her web of desperate yearning. The mid-day sun melted and the sky turned into a mixture of pinks and oranges and still he could not leave. Dark descended on them, and he’d barely managed to leave her bed to make some ramen.
Honestly, who was he kidding?
When the sun rose the next day, she was gone. There was a note, on pink paper resting on her pillow.
After a week, she was still gone, and the lingering scent of her fragrance was beginning to wash away. After a month, she was still gone, and the memory of her lips on his was beginning to fade. After a year, he still waited for her return, even after her name had been etched into the memorial stone.
He knew she would be back.
---
He was never good at honesty.