Hi again! This is a random little drabble that my mind concocted at freakin' 7 am this morning when my brain decided that, even thought it's SUMMER, I needed to be awake that early. That being said, I finally got around to typing it up a few minutes ago and only edited it like, once, so please excuse (or at least kindly point out so I can fix) any mistakes/ errors you see. This is meant to be a stand alone, but I can see there being a sequel from Kakashi's POV. I might whip that out, if you guys are interested. Let me know!
Disclaimer: The world and characters of Naruto are not mine. They belong to the genius that is Masashi Kishimoto. I am merely playing in the proverbial sandbox.
Sakura, on the art of falling
I remember exactly when it happened.
It was sudden, like everything else is, and completely unexpected. After all, who could predict me falling for him?
After training we had gone to a small restaurant for supper and he had paid (shocking, I know, but he'd been doing weird things like that for me recently). Then he insisted on walking me home and I smiled and hooked my arm through his. We walked really slowly, and it almost seemed like he was trying to take as long as possible to get to my house. When we reached my door he hugged me and whispered "Good night, Sakura" into my hair. I hugged him back and suddenly –
BAM!
It hit me out of nowhere.
His arms wrapped around me… The way my body fit perfectly against his… The heat radiating from him… His breath brushing my ear… His chin resting on my head… The safe, secure feeling he gave me…
How could I have missed it? How could I not have seen how sweet, how thoughtful and kind he was? How could I have skipped over his good looks, his perfect physique and deep voice? How could I have not noticed the fact that he was always there for me? How could I have overlooked his hard-working spirit and protective nature?
How could I have missed how wonderful he was?
I won't be so bold to say that was when I fell in love with him, because even I know that takes time. But I do know that that was the moment I realized that I could love him, love him as something more than a teacher, a teammate, a friend. That was when I saw how great we could be together, how amazing it could be to be his, and only his.
And it was also at that moment that I realized how impossible that would be. He was fourteen years my senior, my former teacher. He was so perfect, so wonderful, so why would he want a girl like me? He deserved someone better, someone less plain and more beautiful, someone older and more skilled. He would never think of me like that.
So with a heavy heart, I returned his hug and replied, "Goodnight, Kakashi."
He gave me one last squeeze before letting go and walking away. I wanted to call out to him, to pull him back and hold onto him and never let go, but instead I watched as he walked down the street. When he was out of sight, I unlocked the door, stepped across the threshold, and pulled the door shut behind me.
I didn't make it more than a step before my legs gave out and I slid down to the floor. I pulled my legs up to my chest and rested my head on my knees. Tears began to gather in the corners of my eyes and rip down my cheeks.
"Kakashi…"
fin
And there you have it! My first attempt at a drabble. Please let me know how you think I did! I love hearing your opinions and comments :)
Until next time,
~ FromTheAshesXx