Hello there, dear reader! Enjoy my newest drabble-like thing. Originally I wrote this for Kakashi's birthday, but I never got around to posting it. I failed. Please forgive me! *bows down* And... Happy belate birthday Kakashi! I celebrated it, honest- just not here on ff.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters. They are all owned by Kishimoto, the original creator of the Naruto universe.
Genetically Inclined
When he came in she was sitting in the rocking chair by the open bay windows, donned in an earthen green dress with her pink hair blowing with the gentle fall breeze; her coloring an ethereal contrast to the white walls of their apartment. Kakashi smiled at the image- Sakura's baby bump was much more predominant in such a flowing maternity dress. She looked beautiful, and he loved the way she seemed to glow. She turned her head and smiled, beckoning him towards her.
Kakashi shuffled inside their bedroom door with ease, plopping down at her feet with the grace of a tiger- a feat she currently envied in her state. He stretched his feet out towards their bed, resting his shoulders against her knees. He tiled his head back, amused as he watched her upside down.
"Sakura, I'm worried about our son." His deep baritone smoothed over her as he stretched his arms above his head, resting his hands on her belly.
"There's no need to worry- you trust Tsunade to take good care of your wife and baby, don't you?" Her tone was light, like air, with an underlying touch of saccharine. His next words needed to be picked with care, if he wanted to keep his brain in his head.
"Sakura, what if..." Kakashi hesitated. "What if he has pink hair?"
She rolled her eyes, "Don't be silly, he won't have pink hair."
He gave her a skeptical look; she sighed.
"It's in genetics, you dummy- aren't you supposed to be a genius?"
This time Kakashi looked confused. "I know about genetics Sakura, that's why I'm worried."
"Obviously you don't," She laughed. He must've skipped school that day. "What a silly boy. I guess I'll need to teach you about this, too." She patted his shoulder, an affectionate grin on her face.
"Should I call you Sakura-sensei then?" He deadpanned. Sakura smiled, before sliding a hand into his unruly silver locks, scratching lightly at his scalp.
"If you want to, Kaka-chan." She teased, obvious joy plastered on her face. Kakashi groaned.
"Anyways, as I was saying, genetically it's not the pigment of your hair our son will attain, but the lack of it." She smoothed her fingers through his hair then plucked a strand from his head.
"Ow!" Kakashi grumbled, reaching up to rub the offended area of his scalp.
"Oh, stop whining you big baby, it's just a hair." Sakura's voice lilted into a tease, as she gave a gentle tug to his ear.
"And now you've aided in my premature balding." He groused.
"I'll make it up to you... later." She winked. "If you look though, this strand of hair is the color it is, because the genetic makeup for your hair told your body your hair would not have any color- like white rats, for example." Sakura giggled. "So, you're kinda like a white rat."
"...I can't believe you just compared me to a rat. What next, fruit flies?" Kakashi scrunched his nose up in disgust at the thought- what nasty, pointless vermin.
"Considering how aggravatingly annoying you can be, I'd say that was your past life, sweetie." Sakura's honey-coated voice rang out, deceptively adorable for such a statement. Kakashi's head lolled towards the bay window, a whoosh of air escaping through his nose. He gave the molting trees the most morose stare he could muster. Sakura giggled at his forlorn expression.
Well, he certainly walked straight into that one.