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anotokino ([info]anotokino) wrote,
@ 2008-01-17 21:17:00
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Current mood: nerdy

Naruto KakashixSakura drabble
Title: Crossroads
Pairing: KakashixSakura
Rating: PG13?
Wordcount: 228
Summary: Angst. An encounter between Kakashi and Sakura





”This isn’t right”, she says as his hand brushes against her breast. “It shouldn’t be you”.

His one visible eye briefly concentrates on her lips. Suddenly she’s reminded that she doesn’t even know how his face looks like under the thin stretch of fabric. She’s very aware of her of her own exposed flesh and pulls the skirt downwards, willing it to be longer.

“Not like this”, she whispers, but the shaky voice that comes out of her mouth lacks conviction. Kakashi has yet to make a move, his cold fingers still on her chest, neither advancing nor retreating. His immobile form holds a question, a dare. Hesitantly she reaches out to touch the side of his face. The fabric is coarse under her fingers and she shivers. Do you love me?

“Will you wait for me?”

The words tumble out of her mouth. Emotions she can’t quite decipher briefly flash across his face but when she blinks his face has once again become unreadable.
Her arm falls limp by her side. As he turns his back on her she has to fight the impulse to reach for him. She averts her eyes as he turns the doorknob and calmly walks out of her life. At the last moment he hesitates, and says in a voice so quiet that she might as well have only imagined it:


“Always”

::: ::: ::: :::




This is one of the first fics(well drabbles) I've ever written o.0 I wrote one shitty HP fic back in 2000 or something which I never posted, but this felt kinda like loosing my fandom virginity :P



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