A/N: Written for my beloved tomoeish, after far too long a wait. Intentionally this short, complete, and not to be continued in any way, so don't ask.
Prompt: Iruka and Naruto, 'lazy'
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Sunquiet
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There is a kind of peace which is found in the eye of a storm.
Beyond one's fingertips whirl screaming walls of wind and earth and water, but this pillar of awesome silence and muted light is untouched.
Such an afternoon is this.
They lie between the trees, lazy and unconcerned, Naruto teaching Iruka to open his mouth and catch sunlight on his tongue. It doesn't work as well as snowflakes or raindrops, but it makes Iruka laugh, something he has not done for a painfully long time.
Their smiles are wide and their eyes are clear. Their wounds are healing.
In a moment, one of them will blink. The storm will move. There will be nothing left of this stolen handful of sun-warm contentedness (except perhaps a sad shred of memory, twisting in the cruel wind).
That, however, is an endless moment away.
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