AN: I know it doesn't feel like autumn anymore, but oh well. Pure fluff
because I was bored of just sitting here doing nothing. Written in about
two hours, from conception and initial scribbles in my Notebook to typed
and published (shower and quality time with the TV snuck in between those
two endpoints somewhere). Kakashi and Iruka are contained within. I think
that's about it.
~~~~~~ Interlude
By: Jada Flame ~~~~~~
High in the autumn-hued trees, a brisk wind ruffles the hair of two men.
Seeking solace from the world in general with all its prejudices and preconceptions (or perhaps only searching for a moment to themselves), they lounge comfortably on branches so high that only the most daring of squirrels stands a chance of disturbing their silent communion with the wind and each other.
The younger of the two rests against the solid comfort of the tree trunk; nestled precariously in his lap is his slightly older companion, face bared to anyone who would venture up into their lofty sanctuary. A pair of orange-bright leaves is centered in his mismatched gaze as they are twirled between his fingers and nearly lost to the breeze.
Inspiration is carried on a gust of wind and the younger man finds himself pinned against the tree as one of the leaves is threaded carefully into his dark hair. An impish grin from his companion forestalls any protest and ends with the other leaf snatched from nimble fingers and tucked behind its former owner's ear, where it splashes its color in between the silver strands.
They stay smiling like that until the toll of a bell brings them out of their reverie.
"Same time tomorrow?"
"Sure."
"Don't be late."
"When am I ever late for you?"
A smile, a kiss, and they are gone.
From the ground a pair of forgotten leaves can be seen dancing together as they descend from the sky.
~~~~~~ owari ~~~~~~
AN: Clickie clickie the shiny review button!
~~~~~~ Interlude
By: Jada Flame ~~~~~~
High in the autumn-hued trees, a brisk wind ruffles the hair of two men.
Seeking solace from the world in general with all its prejudices and preconceptions (or perhaps only searching for a moment to themselves), they lounge comfortably on branches so high that only the most daring of squirrels stands a chance of disturbing their silent communion with the wind and each other.
The younger of the two rests against the solid comfort of the tree trunk; nestled precariously in his lap is his slightly older companion, face bared to anyone who would venture up into their lofty sanctuary. A pair of orange-bright leaves is centered in his mismatched gaze as they are twirled between his fingers and nearly lost to the breeze.
Inspiration is carried on a gust of wind and the younger man finds himself pinned against the tree as one of the leaves is threaded carefully into his dark hair. An impish grin from his companion forestalls any protest and ends with the other leaf snatched from nimble fingers and tucked behind its former owner's ear, where it splashes its color in between the silver strands.
They stay smiling like that until the toll of a bell brings them out of their reverie.
"Same time tomorrow?"
"Sure."
"Don't be late."
"When am I ever late for you?"
A smile, a kiss, and they are gone.
From the ground a pair of forgotten leaves can be seen dancing together as they descend from the sky.
~~~~~~ owari ~~~~~~
AN: Clickie clickie the shiny review button!