Crow's Feet
Summary: Inspired by a joke on a popsicle. Seriously. A (bad) dribble of Kakashi and Sakura.
Spoilers: Merely speculation, and not even that.
Sticky Note: Very bad in about forty minutes at midnight, at the end working with a Tobi theory...I don't much like KakashixSakura…but, ah well… (Sorry I was mean to Kakashi again. But honestly, there has to be no good way out of this damn Tobi plot hole Kishi dug for us.)
Ah-hem, the popsicle joke:
Q: When are feet on the face?
A: When they're crow's feet! (Insert laughter…)
Thanks: to all the reviewers on 'Feel'; I really do appreciate that. (And Tahle, let's do lunch sometime, eh?)
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, the great genius Kishimoto-sensei does!
Genre: Um…eh, General and whatever…methinks…I dunno…sorry it's so short.
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Once, in a house by the sea in the land of waves, a twelve-year old Sakura momentarily joined up with Naruto in an extremely short-lived venture to find out what was behind the mask. She thought it'd just be sneaky and quiet—they were ninja after all. But it was utterly pathetic and turned hopelessly hollow by sensei's sudden revival into existence. Of course, Sakura blamed it on Naruto for being such a stupid clutz.
Once, when Sakura was thirteen, she sat by the bedside of Sasuké loyally until one day a beautiful lady came to heal him. Naruto had said she was going to make it all better, and she had. Not a moment had passed before the young kunoichi flung herself around the boy, holding her Sasuké-kun tightly, crying. Sakura would not have let go for all the tea in tea country. Metaphorically, Kakashi-sensei woke up alone. Metaphysically, he was hearing Obito hear the sound of Rin's voice as he apologized.
Some time later, Naruto had the bright idea again, finally managing to fuse it into Sasuké as he wobbled on with rueful wonder. But at the bitter end, all they really had to do was ask. And however Sakura, along with the boys, were not at all amused with sensei's stupid trick and his always twisted sense of humor.
Some time later, in a dark haze as she remembers, Sasuké left her life.
Once, when Sakura was fifteen, she (nearly literally) ran into Kakashi-sensei. The growing kunoichi hadn't wondered for a moment as to what he really looked like in anti-literal ages. But as she looked up as he looked aside, she finally noticed his lone stare had changed somewhat—she couldn't find anything different until she noticed the faint crow's feet edging at his eye. But as he winked back at her it all disappeared and then she realized all she had been able to talk about was the weather.
Once, on a broken, ended battlefield, a sixteen-year old Sakura was in disbelief as he fell. It wasn't the final end that scared her, or why he was bleeding so much—it was how he had fallen. The anti-Choir, he was not playing wounded—it was just all that physical darkness he welcomed in with a smile on his face as if anyone would ever know.
Some time later, she would have wanted to. Kakashi told her to stop all her efforts but asked of her a final favor. Anything—like continuing to try and save his life—would have been fine in her eyes. But life ran in parallels as he pleaded the Sharingan back to it's rightful owner. The dirty deed was done, but as she lifted a trembling hand she saw the crow's feet again and wondered what it all meant as he brokenly continued speaking to the man with those names she did not understand.
Some time later, in a quick haze as she remembers, Kakashi left her life.
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By Untimely Reginence
(just call me Reg) :)