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endless_scrolls) wrote2008-12-02 01:05 pm
endless_scrolls) wrote2008-12-02 01:05 pm
Not Alone
Title: Not Alone
Type: Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: 050. Hold [Word count: 361]
Character(s): Hatake Kakashi, OC: Sarutobi Mei; brief mentions of Hatake Sakumo, OC: Sarutobi Kozuki
Pairing(s): None
Warning(s): Creative license of events and making use of unknown information in the Naruto timeline; OCs to fill in the gap that is Tenten's history.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Short drabble meant to be part of a series started when my internet was out. Ironic, huh~? ;D Theme borrowed from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ficlets100.
Dedicated to: Hatake Kakashi ;__;
He should not have been allowed to see him. Not like this. No one should have to witness the bloody results of their father's weakest moment.
But he had been too quick. Too determined. And Mei had been too trusting. She should have known that Kakashi would do as he wished despite what everyone else had told him. He was willing and determined to fight through the entire squad of ANBU in order to reach his father. No matter what anyone said. No matter what he would find once he was inside the house.
The look on his face when he saw Sakumo's body sprawled across the tamaki mats of their home, swimming in a pool of his own blood was hallow and empty. Horrified beyond belief, yet utterly numb and devoid of any emotions. It was enough to make Mei regret ever letting go of the young man's shoulders after she had advised him to remain outside until everything in the house was thoroughly examined.
Kneeling down beside the younger shinobi, she placed a gentle hand on the curve of his shoulder. And with an equally gentle voice, she called out to him. "Kakashi..."
And it was in that moment when the young boy turned his head away, in that briefest of instances when she saw his silver brows knit together in an untold emotion, that Mei wished she knew just what exactly to say in order to make this easier. But she had only been ten when her own mother passed, and it seemed as if a thousand years had come and gone since then. Another life that had been separate from this.
Instead, as the memories came flooding back, as emotions resurfaced, Mei pulled Kakashi around to face her and proceeded to tug him into a comforting embrace. And despite the way his back stiffened, regardless of how awkward and uncomfortable she knew he felt, the kunoichi kept her hold on him. And only when she felt his smaller hands grip at the back of her vest did she finally break the silence that had settled between them.
"It's ok," she whispered into the boy's ear, "I'm here..."
Type: Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: 050. Hold [Word count: 361]
Character(s): Hatake Kakashi, OC: Sarutobi Mei; brief mentions of Hatake Sakumo, OC: Sarutobi Kozuki
Pairing(s): None
Warning(s): Creative license of events and making use of unknown information in the Naruto timeline; OCs to fill in the gap that is Tenten's history.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Short drabble meant to be part of a series started when my internet was out. Ironic, huh~? ;D Theme borrowed from
ficlets100. Dedicated to: Hatake Kakashi ;__;
He should not have been allowed to see him. Not like this. No one should have to witness the bloody results of their father's weakest moment.
But he had been too quick. Too determined. And Mei had been too trusting. She should have known that Kakashi would do as he wished despite what everyone else had told him. He was willing and determined to fight through the entire squad of ANBU in order to reach his father. No matter what anyone said. No matter what he would find once he was inside the house.
The look on his face when he saw Sakumo's body sprawled across the tamaki mats of their home, swimming in a pool of his own blood was hallow and empty. Horrified beyond belief, yet utterly numb and devoid of any emotions. It was enough to make Mei regret ever letting go of the young man's shoulders after she had advised him to remain outside until everything in the house was thoroughly examined.
Kneeling down beside the younger shinobi, she placed a gentle hand on the curve of his shoulder. And with an equally gentle voice, she called out to him. "Kakashi..."
And it was in that moment when the young boy turned his head away, in that briefest of instances when she saw his silver brows knit together in an untold emotion, that Mei wished she knew just what exactly to say in order to make this easier. But she had only been ten when her own mother passed, and it seemed as if a thousand years had come and gone since then. Another life that had been separate from this.
Instead, as the memories came flooding back, as emotions resurfaced, Mei pulled Kakashi around to face her and proceeded to tug him into a comforting embrace. And despite the way his back stiffened, regardless of how awkward and uncomfortable she knew he felt, the kunoichi kept her hold on him. And only when she felt his smaller hands grip at the back of her vest did she finally break the silence that had settled between them.
"It's ok," she whispered into the boy's ear, "I'm here..."