Drabble dump!
Title: Waltz (Winner)
Challenge: Repetition
Bonus: bitch-slap, breakfast, bandage
Word Count: 382
Waltz
It’s like a three step dance.
Since he died, being with Rin is like a three step dance.
One
When they’re on missions together, it’s a fast paced piece. Everything is carefully calculated and every step measured. Kakashi cannot afford another mistake because Sensei cannot spare time to save them now and he doesn’t want another eye or hand or organ or teammate’s blood on him. He steps forward and Rin follows - somewhat loyally, somewhat blindly. It doesn’t need the thinking of the heart; just the instinct bred into his mind. He likes it when it’s quick - killing a man or sabotaging a camp gets quicker every time.
Two
Returning to camp is sometimes slow and sometimes fast. Most of the time, Kakashi can’t move too fast because he isn’t as good as he wants to be and getting hurt is inevitable (he now realizes how much Obito used to watch his back); and Rin doesn’t have - will never have - enough chakra to completely heal everyone’s wounds (a quarter of her clothing turn into bandage every mission). And in between returning to their base as well as stopping the bleeding, they have to throw enemies off their track. Kakashi doesn’t mind circling around; but he knows Rin hates it - especially when blood soaks through her clothes around his arm.
Three
Kakashi hates the slowness between missions. Rin wants him to hold her at night and he is always too weak and too tempted to refuse. He knows he doesn’t deserve the peace he gets. It belongs to Obito (who wants it more but needs it less); he tells himself that and one time, he told Rin - she’d slapped him hard for and he never says it to her again. On evenings without missions, the night is too long and too quiet that he hears his heart think about he will do on nights like this if he lives through the war.
Turn
And when morning finally comes, he shoves down what his mind tells him is grubby camp food and his heart tells him is the best meal of the day because Rin made it; he lets her wrap more bandages on him (there just isn’t enough time between to let old wounds heal) before they run off to kill another man.
Title: Leader
Challenge: Suicide
Bonus: sword, eyes & old wound (I guess)
Words: 228
Leader
He brandished the blade in the air, fluidly gliding the thin edge through and across the imaginary body that he saw in black and red. He knew exactly where he wanted to start this butchering; after all, he would only be remaking those wounds Hidan had made on Asuma-sensei.
The rational part of his mind told him that ‘logically, we have no chance of survival’ because ‘even at my best’ he was still not good enough; and he was ‘bringing my teammates to die with me’ and he ‘had promised Asuma-sensei that I would protect them all-
Ino’s ice blue eyes (with red-hot anger boiling beneath the liquid surface) snapped at him and Chouji’s face (tight with determination) challenged him to listen to that part of him that screamed at them to stay. And he deftly slid the blade back into its sheath, tightened his weapon pouch and lit that last cigarette in his mouth.
‘I’ll lead us out this alive.’ He silently told them, ‘No matter what.’
“Ready?” Ino’s eyes told him ‘Of course’ in that confident way she always looked when she explained what she thought to be the most obvious things.
“Let’s go then.” Chouji’s face told him ‘We never doubt you’ in the loyal way he’d always followed him.
“Aa…” he agreed. ‘How troublesome.’
- - -
“This,” he tells the Godaime, “isn’t suicide."
Title: Stratagem
Challenge: Jealousy
Bonus: Full moon, fireworks, rage, fire
Rating: T…bordering on M
Word Count: 140
Note: Bitten by a Nejiten bunny! Not the most original idea, I know, but I thought I would give it a try on something more…heated.
Stratagem
It was a bright night, she thought in a frenzied haze as she groped, almost blindly, at his shoulders. The moon was full but the room was so unbelievably dark that only the ephemeral glow of fireworks brought the occupants to life in a jerky, discolored movie.
He tugged on her obi desperately and pressed demanding kisses on her mouth, jaw, collar…she could so easily lose herself in the heat and desire.
“Look at me.”
And she was caught in the silent rage in his eyes, conflicted emotions - anger, frustration, longing - all burning the same color as a white hot flame.
---
“You let him touch you,” he accused softly afterwards.
She gave him a sated smile as he stroked her hair affectionately before burrowing further into his body.
“Jealous?”
She smirked slightly as she was flipped onto her back again.
Challenge: Repetition
Bonus: bitch-slap, breakfast, bandage
Word Count: 382
Waltz
It’s like a three step dance.
Since he died, being with Rin is like a three step dance.
One
When they’re on missions together, it’s a fast paced piece. Everything is carefully calculated and every step measured. Kakashi cannot afford another mistake because Sensei cannot spare time to save them now and he doesn’t want another eye or hand or organ or teammate’s blood on him. He steps forward and Rin follows - somewhat loyally, somewhat blindly. It doesn’t need the thinking of the heart; just the instinct bred into his mind. He likes it when it’s quick - killing a man or sabotaging a camp gets quicker every time.
Two
Returning to camp is sometimes slow and sometimes fast. Most of the time, Kakashi can’t move too fast because he isn’t as good as he wants to be and getting hurt is inevitable (he now realizes how much Obito used to watch his back); and Rin doesn’t have - will never have - enough chakra to completely heal everyone’s wounds (a quarter of her clothing turn into bandage every mission). And in between returning to their base as well as stopping the bleeding, they have to throw enemies off their track. Kakashi doesn’t mind circling around; but he knows Rin hates it - especially when blood soaks through her clothes around his arm.
Three
Kakashi hates the slowness between missions. Rin wants him to hold her at night and he is always too weak and too tempted to refuse. He knows he doesn’t deserve the peace he gets. It belongs to Obito (who wants it more but needs it less); he tells himself that and one time, he told Rin - she’d slapped him hard for and he never says it to her again. On evenings without missions, the night is too long and too quiet that he hears his heart think about he will do on nights like this if he lives through the war.
Turn
And when morning finally comes, he shoves down what his mind tells him is grubby camp food and his heart tells him is the best meal of the day because Rin made it; he lets her wrap more bandages on him (there just isn’t enough time between to let old wounds heal) before they run off to kill another man.
Title: Leader
Challenge: Suicide
Bonus: sword, eyes & old wound (I guess)
Words: 228
Leader
He brandished the blade in the air, fluidly gliding the thin edge through and across the imaginary body that he saw in black and red. He knew exactly where he wanted to start this butchering; after all, he would only be remaking those wounds Hidan had made on Asuma-sensei.
The rational part of his mind told him that ‘logically, we have no chance of survival’ because ‘even at my best’ he was still not good enough; and he was ‘bringing my teammates to die with me’ and he ‘had promised Asuma-sensei that I would protect them all-
Ino’s ice blue eyes (with red-hot anger boiling beneath the liquid surface) snapped at him and Chouji’s face (tight with determination) challenged him to listen to that part of him that screamed at them to stay. And he deftly slid the blade back into its sheath, tightened his weapon pouch and lit that last cigarette in his mouth.
‘I’ll lead us out this alive.’ He silently told them, ‘No matter what.’
“Ready?” Ino’s eyes told him ‘Of course’ in that confident way she always looked when she explained what she thought to be the most obvious things.
“Let’s go then.” Chouji’s face told him ‘We never doubt you’ in the loyal way he’d always followed him.
“Aa…” he agreed. ‘How troublesome.’
- - -
“This,” he tells the Godaime, “isn’t suicide."
Title: Stratagem
Challenge: Jealousy
Bonus: Full moon, fireworks, rage, fire
Rating: T…bordering on M
Word Count: 140
Note: Bitten by a Nejiten bunny! Not the most original idea, I know, but I thought I would give it a try on something more…heated.
Stratagem
It was a bright night, she thought in a frenzied haze as she groped, almost blindly, at his shoulders. The moon was full but the room was so unbelievably dark that only the ephemeral glow of fireworks brought the occupants to life in a jerky, discolored movie.
He tugged on her obi desperately and pressed demanding kisses on her mouth, jaw, collar…she could so easily lose herself in the heat and desire.
“Look at me.”
And she was caught in the silent rage in his eyes, conflicted emotions - anger, frustration, longing - all burning the same color as a white hot flame.
---
“You let him touch you,” he accused softly afterwards.
She gave him a sated smile as he stroked her hair affectionately before burrowing further into his body.
“Jealous?”
She smirked slightly as she was flipped onto her back again.