[FIC] Lift - Happy Ending
Kakashi gulped for air when the words stopped coming for a moment, his head spinning and heart trying to pound itself out of his chest. He felt lighter, like some burden had been lifted from his shoulders, but he also felt immensely nervous. Gathering up all that was left from his sudden moment of rashness, the jounin turned around, to face Iruka’s back.
“But I can’t do it alone, I won’t do it alone,” Kakashi pressed, staring at the slope of chuunin’s neck and the long strands of hair he loved to run his fingers through, now tumbling all over the white pillow case,” even though I love you so much it makes me hurt so much to even think about it, if you don’t want to continue this relationship, I won’t force you stay. You can go, Iruka. If that’s what you want, you can leave and I won’t hold it back against you, but I refuse to be the only one to try mending this. I’m not strong enough for that.”
There, he had said it. Kakashi barely registered the crooked grin that had crept on his face during his confession, nor was he aware of the agitated glaze in his dark eye. All he knew that he had finally said it and now it was all up to Iruka.
But as the seconds started to crawl into minutes, the chuunin stayed still and with it Kakashi’s heart sank, shattered, everything at once and it hurt.
“I see,” the jounin murmured, smiling bitterly, “I guess it was too late. I’ll, I’ll start gathering my things tomorrow morning, okay?” Kakashi swallowed and tried not to think about the burning behind his scarred eye or the echoing feeling in his healthy one.
“No.”
Kakashi froze.
Slowly, afraid that he indeed had misheard, the jounin opened his eye and, for the first time in several weeks, it really met Irukas brown ones. There were myriad of emotions dwelling in those familiar orbs; sadness, desperation and fear but also determination.
“Iruka?” he croaked, not caring how disbelieved it sounded.
“I’m sorry, Kakashi, I’m so sorry you’ve felt like that, too,” Iruka whispered roughly and reached to touch the tears falling from the mismatched eyes, “I don’t want to lose this either but don’t know how we can make things right again. It will be difficult, no matter what.”
Hope, pure and fragile hope fluttered inside the jounin’s aching ribcage, spreading all over his body and making it feel lighter than in months.
“We’ll come up with something,” Kakashi promised hoarsely, taking a gentle hold of the hand tracing the wet lines, bringing it to his lips to kiss those tan knuckles, “together we will make through this.”
A small smile graced the chuunin’s face. “Yeah.”
“I love you, Iruka.”
“And I love you too, Kakashi.”
Take me high, make me fly in the blue sky
Take my fear, make it fly in this blue
**
- Senna-chan
“But I can’t do it alone, I won’t do it alone,” Kakashi pressed, staring at the slope of chuunin’s neck and the long strands of hair he loved to run his fingers through, now tumbling all over the white pillow case,” even though I love you so much it makes me hurt so much to even think about it, if you don’t want to continue this relationship, I won’t force you stay. You can go, Iruka. If that’s what you want, you can leave and I won’t hold it back against you, but I refuse to be the only one to try mending this. I’m not strong enough for that.”
There, he had said it. Kakashi barely registered the crooked grin that had crept on his face during his confession, nor was he aware of the agitated glaze in his dark eye. All he knew that he had finally said it and now it was all up to Iruka.
But as the seconds started to crawl into minutes, the chuunin stayed still and with it Kakashi’s heart sank, shattered, everything at once and it hurt.
“I see,” the jounin murmured, smiling bitterly, “I guess it was too late. I’ll, I’ll start gathering my things tomorrow morning, okay?” Kakashi swallowed and tried not to think about the burning behind his scarred eye or the echoing feeling in his healthy one.
“No.”
Kakashi froze.
Slowly, afraid that he indeed had misheard, the jounin opened his eye and, for the first time in several weeks, it really met Irukas brown ones. There were myriad of emotions dwelling in those familiar orbs; sadness, desperation and fear but also determination.
“Iruka?” he croaked, not caring how disbelieved it sounded.
“I’m sorry, Kakashi, I’m so sorry you’ve felt like that, too,” Iruka whispered roughly and reached to touch the tears falling from the mismatched eyes, “I don’t want to lose this either but don’t know how we can make things right again. It will be difficult, no matter what.”
Hope, pure and fragile hope fluttered inside the jounin’s aching ribcage, spreading all over his body and making it feel lighter than in months.
“We’ll come up with something,” Kakashi promised hoarsely, taking a gentle hold of the hand tracing the wet lines, bringing it to his lips to kiss those tan knuckles, “together we will make through this.”
A small smile graced the chuunin’s face. “Yeah.”
“I love you, Iruka.”
“And I love you too, Kakashi.”
Take me high, make me fly in the blue sky
Take my fear, make it fly in this blue
**
- Senna-chan