A/N: Each one-shot is based off of a piece of KakaSaku artwork.
Based on: A piece of artwork posted on nenonanything's tumblr under #myart
The sound of her phone vibrating awakened Sakura from a peaceful sleep. She rolled over in the direction of the noise with a groan. In the prevalent darkness of her room, a quivering rectangular glow shone on her nightstand. Sakura reached for it, idly groping around with half-closed eyes until she found something small. With a yawn, Sakura sat up in bed with the phone in her hands. According to her phone's clock, it was three in the morning.
"Who the fuck….?" she muttered crossly.
Squinting at the illuminated screen, Sakura saw that someone had sent her a message. She could have ignored it, but there was always the chance it was urgent. She decided it was worth a read, if only for curiosity.
The message read: Are you awake?
It was from Kakashi.
Sakura sighed in frustration. She wanted to dismiss the message entirely and return to sleep, but she thought a reply was necessary. Despite the only illumination being the phone's screen, she managed to compose a response in a few moments.
What the FUCK?! You've been away for an entire goddamn week and NOW, fucking NOW, you decide to contact me? Yes, I'm awake!
Livid, Sakura waited impatiently for the reply. It came a moment later.
I wanted to talk to you, it read.
The response induced another groan from Sakura.
Talk to me when I'm awake! she responded.
But you're awake now, aren't you? Kakashi replied somewhat cheekily.
Go to sleep, Kakashi! Sakura retorted.
So, what are you wearing? was the oblivious reply.
Kakashi, go to fucking sleep! Sakura responded insistently.
I can't sleep without you beside me, Kakashi explained.
Nice try! Sakura scoffed. You're not going to keep me up all night with your drunken nonsense.
You're supposed to be flattered, Kakashi replied sulkily.
Flattered?! Sakura responded angrily. How about you flatter me by NOT calling me after midnight?
There was a longer pause before Kakashi replied this time. For a moment, Sakura wondered if he'd fallen asleep with the phone in his hands.
I miss you, Kakashi finally replied.
Sakura's expression softened, but only slightly. It wouldn't be unlike Kakashi to pull out something like that merely to escape her wrath.
Can't you miss me in the morning? she demanded.
Aren't you happy? Kakashi asked in reply. I'll be coming home tomorrow.
Then you can talk to me TOMORROW! Sakura pointed out, annoyed. You're being selfish!
That's a little harsh, Kakashi responded. What if I died tonight and that was the last thing you said to me?
It took a full minute before Sakura could reply to the question.
Don't you DARE joke about that! she responded.
Her hands were trembling a little. The remnants of slumber had faded away completely. She was staring at the phone as if she was simultaneously angry with it and deeply saddened. She waited for the response, her heartbeat quickening as the minutes passed. Finally, after nearly five minutes of staring at her phone screen, the reply arrived.
But it was not the message she expected. It was a picture. It was of Kakashi, lying on his side with the camera directed towards him in such a way that it was as if it was facing him in bed. The picture was captioned with a message.
I'm not going to die, it read. I want to see your face again.
Sakura's reply also came in the form of a picture. In her case, the camera was gazing downward at her sleepy, smiling face. It too contained a caption.
Come home soon so I can murder you, it read.
And then sex? Kakashi replied.
We'll see, Sakura responded.
There was a pause.
Goodnight, was Sakura's final message.
Goodnight, Kakashi replied promptly.
Thus ended their conversation. But prior to finally returning to sleep, Sakura changed her phone's wallpaper to the picture of Kakashi he had just sent her. Grinning sleepily, she placed the phone on the pillow next to her. Then she slid back under the covers and rolled onto her side. Sakura closed her eyes and was asleep almost instantly.