At the Kakanaru LJ, we have started something called "Hour trades" It is a fun little activity where you do a trade with someone to get a fanwork of something you have been wanting. I did mine for Noeri, her prompt was "hospital visit" I was wanting to do something cute and fluffy. But...I am filled with angst! Raw angst! XD We also have a challenge going on at the LJ community for July. The challenge theme is Festival, so feel free to do a fic based on that. Any way enough about me...on to the very short and un-beta drabble!
Fingers lightly brushed over a damp forehead pushing silver hair out of the sightline, before dropping to hang limply by its owner's side. Quiet sobs soon filled the room, echoing off the bare walls. Every ragged breath releasing more anguish than the one before it. Finally the sobs shifted to bitter laughter. As a blonde head came to rest beside the prone body of his older lover. Dirty hands fisted at the crisp white linen hospital sheets and his laughter gave way to silence once again. The sheets rustled in a hushed whisper as the golden haired teen shifted so that his chin was resting on the bed and his eyes staring up at the face of his lover. It didn't seem right that his face was uncovered, but yet the teen found he had not the strength to fix it. Instead he licked his own dry lips tongue revelling in the bitter taste of tears. He had so much to say, but knew it would all be left unsaid.
Gods, the man looked so beautiful just lying there. Looked so at peace. And he deserved it afterall these years of pain and suffering, he deserved this peace. Yet Naruto wanted to rip him from it, to tear his peace to shreds. Because he knew, he could never share that peace. It wasn't fair, really it wasn't. When happiness had finally found Naruto, it was torn from his very grasp. Another sob broke from the teen's lips and he shifted his weight more unto the bed. This wasn't fair! This was not his happily ever after. This was not how things were suppose to go. This time a hand tentatively reached up to caress the man's face.
He closed his own eyes and willed away the anguish his mind was going through. He wanted so badly for all this to be just a nightmare and that when he opened his eyes, he would be in his bed. When he opened his eyes, Kakashi would be lying there beside him. Snoring in his own obnoxious way, with his left arm thrown possessively over his waist. And he knew it was all in vain. Because the smell of disinfectant, lemon cleaner and death would not leave his nostrils. He knew that when he opened his eyes he would have to face reality. He wondered, if he would be allowed to just stay here, with his eyes closed. Here where everything was as it should be.
A soft hand on his shoulder told him otherwise. A timid calling of his name and he knew he would have to accept what he could not. Sobs began to once more rack his body and he forced himself to stand and move away from his silver haired lover. And yet still he would not open his eyes, wanting to hold on to everything for just a bit longer. As he opened his eyes, tears staining his view, he whispered a final declaration of love.