"Kashi! Kashi!" Uzu struggled in Sakumo's hold, trying desperately to get to the door. Fear pulsed through her blood making her tremble and cry. Why? Why had he abandoned her to this-this man/ She didn't know him! She was frightened of him!
She didn't love him!
"Kashi! Kashi help! Help me please! Take me home!" She sobbed as she tried to pry Sakumo's arms and hands from her body. But he only tightened his hold, he tightened his hold so much that if felt as if he were trying to break her bones.
She cried louder, screaming and kicking and scratching as Sakumo dragged her back onto the bed and quickly pinned her under neath his body. He loomed over her like a dark shadow, his outline blurry because of the tears, but she could feel his breath on her face and knew that he was so very close to her. Much closer than she would have liked. "Let me go."
"I can't." He said softly as he shifted his hold on her hands to one of his own and used his free hand to brush her pale hair back from her face.
"Please, let me go." She pleaded as he brushed his thumb across her right eye lid, forcing her to close her eye.
"I already told you that I can't." He said gently as he wiped the tears from her other cheek. She whimpered a little bit as he leaned his head down just a little bit more and instead of kissing her like she had thought he was going too, he just buried his face against the mattress next to her head and said very gently.
"My name is Sakumo Hatake. My blood type is B positive. I'm forty, and a widower. Kakashi is my only son, I had him when I was still very young. I'm a former soldier, I was let go after the last war and sort of decided to do my own thing and started this ranch. I haven't been a part of a family since Kashi was born. And while I know that I'm a little rough around the edges I would never, ever hurt you, or you're baby."
"My favorite music is classic rock. Not the really old shit but the stuff from the mid to late 80's through the 90's. My favorite food...depends on my mood. My favorite color is a toss up between peach and cream and red. I like hiking, riding horses, gardening, and occasionally I like to get out and go to one of the bars in town and sit in a corner and look mean." He took a deep breath because his lungs were starting to burn a little bit.
"I like candles, especially the ones scented like cinnamon and apples. It reminds me of when I was a kid living with my Grammy. I like kids. Practical jokes are cool too. And I'm very handy to have around in a crisis..." He paused to take another deep breath and tried to think. Had he told her everything? He thought so.
"I can't think of anything else to say except, I know that I scare you. I sort of scare myself sometimes. I also know that you don't know me very well and that that is part of the main problem...but if you ever need me, or just want to talk or something. Just say so and I'll come running." He lifted himself up off of her and let her go and just sat there on the edge of the bed staring down at her for a second before saying.
"You've had a hard day. Try and get some rest." Then stood up and walked across the room and slipped out the door only pausing long enough to ask if she wanted Kakashi sent in. She didn't answer him. She just curled up on her side on the bed and cried. Sakumo thinned his lips and walked out of the room and gently closed the door behind him and stood there in the hall staring down at his son.
Kakashi hadn't been able to walk away and leave the two of them totally alone. Kakashi sat across the floor from the bedroom door with his knees drawn to his chest. "Is she okay?" Kakashi asked softly.
"Are you?" Sakumo asked his son as he dropped down to his knees in front of Kakashi.
"No. Not really." Kakashi said as he rubbed his eyes suddenly feeling very weary.
"Yeah, well, neither is she... She's still crying."
Kakashi nodded his head. He was still crying too, he just couldn't seem to stop himself. "D-Did you-" Kakashi started to ask if his dad had mated with Uzu properly but the dark and angry look on his father's face stopped him cold.
"No. I refuse to do that to her."
"You'll make yourself sick if you put it off for too long." Kakashi pointed out. Sakumo growled at his son. The boy was an idiot if he thought that he was going to force that girl to do something that she simply wasn't capable of doing at this point. He'd wait and let her get to know him before he even bothered to do more than hold her hand.
"So what. It's late Kashi. I'm going to bed." Sakumo said as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked down the hall to his bedroom. Leaving Kakashi sitting in the hall, alone with his thoughts.
