074: Smell (replaced)
I haven't been typing lately because I haven't been sleeping lately or doing that much of anything lately. All I do, it seems, is watch movies and eat.
My world has become very small.
074: Smell (replaced)
Most people assume that because Kakashi has the sharingan, he uses his eyes more than most people. People, as is usually the case, are wrong. Most of the time, Kakashi uses his hearing and sense of smell far more than his sight. He knows what what faces shinobi who come to rely too heavily on any one thing. He's also seen what's happening to the oldest Uchiha and the thought is like a lead weight on his chest (his eye throbs and blurs behind the headband).
His propensity for smell is probably the one thing he passed to Sakura alone.
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Sakura lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Glancing over to her clock, 4:35 flashed at her in scathing red. She sighed. As the time since Naruto left wore on, she'd been having a harder and harder time getting to sleep.
She pulled his t-shirt up to her nose. It was a stray she'd found in her apartment after he'd left with Jiraiya-sama. A bout of spring cleaning had found it under her sofa cushions and she'd tossed it on her bed to be put with all of the other crap Naruto left with her. Later, the shirt had cleverly woven itself between her fingers and the smell had been so comforting that she hadn't had the heart to kick it out of bed. So there it stayed.
So many weeks later the Naruto smell of ramen, grass, and boy was beginning to fade into nothing. It made her irrationally depressed. She held it close and breathed deeply. It reminded her of training and the bridge, looking up at the perfect blue sky between pockets of clouds. But then, just plain ramen did that to her too. So did the heady smell of sweat and a particular kind of ointment Sasuke used for burns and cuts. Although these days that familiar feeling of nostalgia came with pang of guilt that was nearly overshadowed by the sensation of forever racing towards an end that was moving too quickly out of sight.
She had a pair of wrist guards that belong to Kakashi too. She needed to return those to him, she thought as she glanced at the pile of things on her chest of drawers. His smell had always been entirely masculine. If she'd been asked to define how men smelled, she would have answered "like Kakashi" without a second thought. She couldn't describe it exactly, she only knew she'd be happy to sit and smell his shirts for hours.
The sai needed to be returned to Tenten. Without the weapon expert's help, Sakura had found there was little she could do on her own. The two beautiful weapons sat sheathed on a pile of polishing cloths. The smell of the oils used to keep the weapons in top shape was bitter and dull.