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Without a Mirror	By : Nushi Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1053 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Without a Mirror
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Intended to be a oneshot.
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Mishimoto-san.
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Without a Mirror
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The ceiling fan hung still from the ceiling as Sakura continued
to stare at it from her place on the floor. She wasn�t actually looking at it,
but it gave her eyes something to focus on while she lost herself in thought.
That is until her pillow moved beneath her, drawing attention back to her
surroundings.
The muscles of Kakashi�s stomach rippled slightly as he shifted or squirmed
and then settled back down. Sakura rolled her head to the left until her cheek
was flat against the off white material of his anbu
vest.
His arms were held away from his sides, almost spread eagle and he already
had the dark gloves pulled up over his elbows. She could just make out the edge
of his tattoo on his left arm.
�Want me to move?� Sakura asked breaking the silence. When she received no
reply or even an acknowledgement of her question she went back to staring at
the ceiling.
If he did mind her using him like this he would have just moved away from
her or told her move. Sakura didn�t try to get an answer from him since that
would probably make him move away as well. He seemed to dislike a lot of
talking if he hadn�t initiated it or if it seemed unnecessary.
She knew that he hadn�t fallen asleep since they�d first lain down either.
His breathing was slow but didn�t have the regularity of a man sleeping.
Sakura had grown accustomed to keeping her inquisitive nature under wraps in
her years of knowing Kakashi. Naruto never seemed to get the hang of it so he
often drove Kakashi away from their conversations instead of in.
While Sakura on the other hand had developed a talent for keeping him close
with her silence and companionable presence. But at times like this, when they
were alone and nothing else was happening, she always felt the urge to question
him, or at the very least, talk at him.
She raised her arm above her head and examined her hand lazily before
crooking her finger into the dark anbu glove and
slipping it off. She repeated the process on her other arm before trying to
touch the ceiling fan, stretching her arms until she strained her shoulder
blades.
Sighing she relaxed her arms back down and rolled over. Kakashi
continued to lie still, though she noticed that his eyes were open and staring
unfocused at the ceiling. His mask was in its usual position while his
hitai-ate was left in a safe place until he could return to his normal jounin outfit.
Sakura dragged her own anbu outfitted body a
little closer to his, resting her elbows on his chest and staring down at him.
She glanced out the window behind his bed but the completely grey sky gave no
clue as to where the sun was.
�What time is it?� She asked, unable to stop herself.
�Three o�clock. There�s time yet
before we should get ready.� His eyes stayed unfocused as he didn�t seem to
find the need to check a clock for the answer.
Resting her chin in her hands she considered him for a moment as time
crawled by. She had yet to see his face in the light of day. So far she could
count the number of times she�d even gotten a glimpse of it on one hand. Most
of those times being in a very poorly lit bar or at night on a mission when
they portioned out meals.
�They say you wear the mask to hide your emotions better.� He stared at the
ceiling. �But that doesn�t make much sense to me.�
�Oh?� Obviously she�d interested him a little.
�Mmm.� She affirmed
quickly. �Eyes show emotion, even though only one of yours is showing most of
the time, it doesn�t hold anything.� He glanced up at her face before focusing
back on the ceiling.
�Unless you want it to. But even then you can fake
it. Seeing the rest of your face wouldn�t help much I don�t think.�
�Really?� He said, giving her a little more
encouragement to keep going.
�Mm-hm. But others say
it�s because you want to blend in with the darkness better. That makes even
less sense.� She scooted a little closer to his head, her elbows now resting
below his collarbones.
�How so?� Now he was watching her, she wondered if
he�d sit up and leave.
�Well�your hair is thing you should be covering up if that were true. I mean
it�s a very light color, more easily noticed than your face would be.� She
could see his cheek quirk up a little in a half smile as it reached his eyes.
It was a real smile.
�Does kind of stand out�� He said thoughtfully trying to look up to see it.
Sakura laid her head down on his chest and listened to his heartbeat before
her curiosity overcame her once again. Folding her hands beneath her chin she
looked at him from her position still upon his slowly rising chest.
�Why do you wear it?� It came out softer than she had planned. When he didn�t
answer she tried to make up for it before he decided he�d had enough of her
talking.
�I mean, we�ve known each other for�� She had to do the math in her head
quickly to make sure. �Almost six years. I�ve really never seen you with it
off.�
He didn�t respond, only shifted again slightly, making Sakura�s body tense
in preparation to move away. When no further movement followed and he didn�t
tell her leave she relaxed back against him.
Finally, sure that he wasn�t going to get up she rolled over onto her back.
Closing the distance between their bodies she slid her side closer to his while
keeping his chest as her pillow. Her eyes closed drowsily as time past and the
darkening sky outside took their only light source.
She was almost asleep, already half in a nonsense
dream when he started to speak.
�I look exactly like my father.� Eyes snapping open in surprise, Sakura
stared at the ceiling fan.
�Your father?� She said delicately, hoping he�d
keep going.
�You know of him?� She nodded. Everyone who was at least a nin knew of the Konoha White Fang. They also knew the story of him through
one version or another. But all the stories had a few facts in common, one was
of his death by suicide and the other the events that led to it.
�I wear the mask so I don�t have to see him.� She rolled over until her
cheek rested in the crook his shoulder, her hand pressed to his upper arm.
Too much contact would stop him so she avoided looking at him, but she knew
he needed encouragement so she pressed closer.
�So you wear it all the time? Even here, in your apartment?�
�No.�
�Then how can you�� Her question trailed off as something that had nagged at
her brain before resurfaced.
Sitting up and glancing around she found no mirrors, she also remembered the
first time she�d used his bathroom and had found it missing there as well. She
found this odd, to be sure, but had ignored it and had completely forgotten.
Glancing down at him she found his eyes closed and head rolled to side; he
looked for all the world asleep.
�Can I see him?� He opened his eyes and glanced at her with the sharingan.
�Can I see your father?�
�No pictures of him are left.� He said simply, his arms pulling closer to
his sides. One of them stopped further away since her body was in the way. He
looked to be preparing to get up.
�I didn�t ask to see a picture.� His brow furrowed with confusion as he
searched her face. �You look exactly like him, you said so yourself.�
The line between his eyebrows smoothed as his gaze shifted away from her.
Sakura kept her face carefully blank, having learned from the best she knew it
gave nothing away. Nothing of her excitement that he seemed
to be considering her obvious request.
Although her hammering heart she was sure could be heard or at least felt by
him. When his arm came up and his finger crooked into the upper part of the
mask she was sure her heart was going to break through her chest.
He pulled it down quickly to his chin watching her eyes and face for any
reaction. She blinked but nothing else passed through her eyes as she took in
his face in the light.
�Why don�t you want to see him?�
�Because I spent much of my childhood hating him more than
anything else. I didn�t want to remind anyone that I was his son. I
didn�t want them to think about what he�d done and what happened.� Sadness
filled her as she watched his face. No emotion surfaced as he spoke, like it
didn�t bother him in the least despite his words.
�He did the right thing.� Sakura said truthfully.
�I know. That�s why I hide my face now. I spent too much time rejecting him
that now I don�t think I should look at him at all. I don�t deserve to see
him.� Sakura watched his lips form the words carefully. Maybe he spoke so
because he had to through a piece fabric for most of his life.
She let her gaze take in all his face and then each individual feature at a
time. Now she let whatever emotions may have been in her surface. He watched
her purposefully; grey and red eye�s roving her face.
�If the father was anything like the son, I think I could have loved him.�
Kakashi�s eyes widened in shock as she quickly fixed her gaze on the tattoo on
his arm. �If he did look exactly like his son, it wouldn�t have hurt either.�
Sakura put her head back to his chest, hand over his stomach as she
considered his feet instead of his face. Kakashi watched her pink hair spread
over his white vest as she got comfortable.
�The son tries to be like the father as much as possible.�
�Not too much like him I hope. I�d prefer the son to stay here as long as possible.
Otherwise I might get too lonely and go searching for him as well.� A half
snort that might have been a laugh escaped his lips.
He glanced down at her again but she hadn�t moved to look at him. He puzzled
over her double meaning before laying his arm over her waist, gloved hand
resting on her arm.
�No. I�ll stay.� His fingertips trailed over her tattoo seemingly without
thought as his eyes closed.
Sakura smiled to herself a little, feeling the hairs along her arm, then
along her back stand up from his casual touch. Her mind began to drift again as
the gentle movement of his breathing and heartbeat lulled her into sleep.
He listened to her for awhile, letting her sleeping form relax his body
further. Her warmth sank into his torso as the coldness from the wood floor was
forced to recede in defeat. He allowed himself the pleasure of her casual
closeness at least for the time being. Then he�d be forced to wake her and end
it like every time before.
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This was floating around in my head awhile ago. Sort of
stumbled upon this doc. by accident and decided to put it up after I cleaned it
up a bit. Maybe I should continue with it? No real story to go with it that I
can think of yet, only naughty situations. So that�s why I�m posting it here as
well as FF.net.
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