Hello all, it's been a while! If you're following any of my unfinished stories, I am fighting some major inspiration/writer's block right now and I'm just looking at old work to help get something going again. This was written during my finals period in May, and it's basically an exploration of Kakasaku in the five senses. More specifically, their mornings together because there's something inherently romantic about waking up to someone you love.
Okay, enough of my blather. Enjoy! And if you liked it and have enough time, leave a review!
Disclaimer: Do not own Naruto.
I. Sight
For years, Kakashi woke up to the same picture every morning.
His apartment is small and sparse. It's a bachelor pad to the very definition of its name, but it's not swimming in dirt or grime. No, his home falls into the other group: drab, functional; it only has enough room in it for one.
He has few things to his name. With the chance of never coming home again a very definite reality, it's best to have few effects for his landlord to clean up after. He has a clock, a few photos, a small book shelf, a plant. Against one wall is his bed; on the other is a table and chair. His closet is full of just enough shirts and pants to get through a week or two with a few other outfits for special occasions. There is no kitchen, and his bathroom is essentially a renovated closet with a sink, toilet, and shower crammed tightly inside. Suffice it to say, he doesn't entertain much.
He's alright with that though. No one really visits, and excusing nights where he has female company or is away on a mission, Kakashi sleeps peaceably and wakes up to plain, egg-shell white walls. When he wakes up though, there's usually a brief twinge of pain. It's not enough to alarm, but it's enough to bother him and he rubs his eyes, wondering if all those years of reading late into the night are finally catching up to him or if his walls are just that much of a visual nightmare. He doesn't bring himself to change the walls however, and he tries to get used to the eggshell white. Eventually, he does.
That was then. Fast-forward, and things have changed for Kakashi. His apartment is bigger. His bathroom is, for once, a respectable size. His closet has also grown, and while the amount of clothing he has hasn't changed, there are more than enough things from his other half to fill that vacancy. The number of knick-knacks has also grown and while it is still respectably clean, his home is no longer sparse.
His view has also changed. While his new apartment is still egg-shell white, there are other things to see like the ceiling fan or the small vanity in their bedroom or his girlfriend when she's asleep. Oddly enough, while her pale pink hair is stark against the white walls, it isn't painful to look at. Actually, though she has thoroughly uprooted his life once and for all, he hasn't found the change painful at all.
And as he watches her sleep, eyes shut and lashes low against the apples of her cheek as she sleeps peacefully curled against his side, he's not surprised at all.
She's a sight for sore eyes.
