AN: I'm supposed to be studying for a college level anatomy test. This is what I did instead. Ah well, I have the weekend.
No warnings on this one, other than its not funny, but it isn't angst either, and there is very little dialogue, hence the title.
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He pauses when he sees her lying there. Her arms are tucked under her head at the base of the memorial, her body lying prone on the hard ground, her brown hair devoid of it's usual ponytail and spilling around her and across the cold stone. He shifts his weight to his other foot and wonders why his presence hasn't roused her yet.
"Hana," he says softly as he gets close, crouching down beside her; she doesn't respond. Reaching out he brushes his hand across her should. She's to cold, he thinks, but sleeping outside will do that to you, he supposes. He gently leans forward and presses his fingers to her neck, releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding when he feels her strong pulse. A small puff of air escapes her lips as if to prove to him that she is, in fact, alive.
His fingers tap against his covered chin as he contemplates what to do next. It's apparent from her cold skin that he needs to get her off the ground and into someplace warm. However, he doesn't particularly feel like attempting to bring her to her own home. Getting past all those noses is never a fun option, and is extremely difficult at the best of times, let alone when you're carrying one of their own.
He could just knock on the front door and hand the young woman over to her mother, but that really isn't his style. Not to mention she probably doesn't want to talk about whatever brought her to be here with her brash mother, and him bringing her would inevitably lead to unavoidable questions.
He sighs and wraps an arm around her shoulders whilst slipping his other under her legs to lift her up, knowing that she'll sleep through it since she hasn't woken yet. Crossing the field and taking to the roofs he heads towards his house, it's the closest place he can bring her to right now anyways.
The woman in his arms shifts slightly as he opens his door, but she doesn't wake. He places her on his bed and tucks her in, removing her shoes and chuunin vest, all the while wondering just how long she had been out there.
He crosses the small flat and begins to make a pot of coffee just as the sun begins to peek over the horizon. He smiles to himself as the aroma hits his nostrils. This will wake her up, he thinks, glancing back at the Inuzuka in his bed.
Her eyelids flutter as the pot fills, and he watches in amusement as she tries to discern where she is without coming fully awake. Eventually she gives up and opens her eyes, sweeping over the room before settling on him. She looks surprised.
"Kakashi?" she questions, cocking her head to the side as if not really believing he's there. He smiles at her.
"Coffee?" he asks, holding up a mug. She nods slowly, still trying to take in the situation.
"How…" she begins cautiously as he hands her the mug while sitting down next to her hip.
"Found you." He smiles at her in answer to her unfinished question. Her eyes widen and he knows she must be remembering the events that led to her being in the position that he had found her.
"Oh" is all she says, looking away. And he understands.
He turns himself around and rests against the headboard, drawing her into his arms. And for a long time the just sit there in a silent exchange of comfort. He never asks, and she doesn't tell.
Hours later, as she leaves to go home, she realizes she feels much better than she did before, despite not having uttered a word. And Kakashi decides not to got back to the memorial that day, figuring that helping Hana with her demons is enough for both of them.
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The end.