Well. . . This certainly didn't fit into 6 chapters. Lol Ah well. It's
a nice square 10 chapters. . . wait. . . 9 would be more square. . . o_O"
How does this work again?
Hope you all liked this short story. ^_^ This is the last installment.
Enjoy!
The Next Morning:
Kakashi lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He was alone. The blinds hung crooked over the window, protecting the room from the harsh sunlight. He rolled over onto his side and nestled his face into the sheets. Kakashi could still smell her sweet scent lingering on the bedding. She had left early in the morning just as the sun was rising. He replayed the memory in his head. Suzue sitting on the edge of the bed weeping softly. He pretended to sleep. She left him that morning with the words, "Sleep, love. I will still be here with you. . ." Under other circumstances those words would have either been ironic, as she was about to leave, or sappy and spiritual which was not like her at all. No, these words caught Kakashi's heart in a string of thorns and left him laying in his own bed straight into the afternoon, deep in thought for he knew her secret.
The weeks did pass and Suzue had many bright days and sweet nights with her lover. Not a smile was broken by the looming fate ahead of her. Suzue got to know Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke quite well and wished them all the best of luck in their dreams and for their futures.
All good things must come to an end, as does the final chapter of Suzue's romantic, pealing life. Gradually Suzue felt her strength being sapped away and her movements slowed. In another few days she became bed ridden once again as a prisoner in her own room.
"Kakashi. . ." called Suzue. He was at her side in a heartbeat, taking up her hand gently.
"Suzue, did you need something?" he asked calmly.
She shook her head and sat up, looking him straight in the eye. Her obsidian eyes still gleamed as a fire fought to stay lit whilst being slowly smothered. "Kakashi, I- I'm not going to be here with you for much longer. I can feel it. There's only a few days left. . . I just wanted to tell you. I'm sorry I hadn't told you befo-. . ." her voice trailed off as her head bowed and her chin nearly rested on her chest.
"Hush now, love. I already know. . ." Kakashi said as he stroked her hand softly.
"So. . . Sasuke did tell you after all. . ." she remarked.
"You knew?" he replied, his brows raised.
"I could hear him outside the room. . . it's alright. I let him go. I wanted him to tell you." Suzue sighed.
"That's not important now. Nothing is but you," said Kakashi as he lifted her chin up with a gloved hand.
Suzue grabbed Kakashi's shirt and pulled him into the bed with her. She curled up into him, her face pressed against his chest while tears flowed unchecked down her face, staining his shirt. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and whispered to her quietly, his own face resting on the top of her head. Both fell into a listless sleep lying beside each other.
Two days later:
Kakashi had come to visit Suzue everyday for a long as he could get away with. Today he had not arrived in the morning as was usual, or in the afternoon. Suzue could see the orangey-green hues of the setting sun on the wall across the room. She barely had the energy to get out of bed anymore, but was grateful beyond belief to still have a fully functional mind. Her mother and father stopped by with kind words and flowers. She was thankful to have such a loving family and felt a deep running sorrow for her parents who were losing their last daughter in the world. Suzue noticed that her father had a secretive look in his eyes. A good secret though. . . one that made him laugh whole heartedly for the first time since her return.
It was mid-evening when Kakashi showed up at her side once again. She had been napping and was awoken by a soft kiss and the smell of sweet straw. She smiled at him and sat up in the bed with a pillow behind her back. It was then that she noticed the others in the room with her. Her parents, Asuma and a man she recognized as a Shinto priest were standing around her. She thought it odd to notice at a time like this, but Asuma didn't have a cigarette in his mouth.
"What's going on?" asked Suzue, eyeing the visitors.
Kakashi knelt down beside her and fumbled through a pouch. He withdrew a small velvet jewelry box and presented it to her, opening it up and exposing a wedding band of white gold. For a moment Suzue's breath was taken away though she was lost for words in any case. Her hand trembled as Kakashi took the ring from the box and slipped it onto her finger. A perfect fit.
"Will you be my wife, dearest bell?"
Suzue embraced Kakashi so fondly that the others in the room blushed. "Yes! Oh god, yes!"
Of Later Days:
The day was bright, beautiful and typical of the spring in Konoha Village. Birds flit about piping out their songs and people smiled hellos to each other as they passed on the street. Hatake Kakashi stood at a grave, a handful of wild flowers rustling softly in the breeze a top of the white marble stone block. He stood silently, staring out at the candy-like clouds in the distance. . . lost. . . lost on the road of life again. He was late. Incredibly late more like it and no one cared. Kakashi paid his respects to the dead and took off, walking with his hands in his pockets. The gravestone had only a name carved into the fine marble: Hatake Suzue.
The Next Morning:
Kakashi lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He was alone. The blinds hung crooked over the window, protecting the room from the harsh sunlight. He rolled over onto his side and nestled his face into the sheets. Kakashi could still smell her sweet scent lingering on the bedding. She had left early in the morning just as the sun was rising. He replayed the memory in his head. Suzue sitting on the edge of the bed weeping softly. He pretended to sleep. She left him that morning with the words, "Sleep, love. I will still be here with you. . ." Under other circumstances those words would have either been ironic, as she was about to leave, or sappy and spiritual which was not like her at all. No, these words caught Kakashi's heart in a string of thorns and left him laying in his own bed straight into the afternoon, deep in thought for he knew her secret.
The weeks did pass and Suzue had many bright days and sweet nights with her lover. Not a smile was broken by the looming fate ahead of her. Suzue got to know Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke quite well and wished them all the best of luck in their dreams and for their futures.
All good things must come to an end, as does the final chapter of Suzue's romantic, pealing life. Gradually Suzue felt her strength being sapped away and her movements slowed. In another few days she became bed ridden once again as a prisoner in her own room.
"Kakashi. . ." called Suzue. He was at her side in a heartbeat, taking up her hand gently.
"Suzue, did you need something?" he asked calmly.
She shook her head and sat up, looking him straight in the eye. Her obsidian eyes still gleamed as a fire fought to stay lit whilst being slowly smothered. "Kakashi, I- I'm not going to be here with you for much longer. I can feel it. There's only a few days left. . . I just wanted to tell you. I'm sorry I hadn't told you befo-. . ." her voice trailed off as her head bowed and her chin nearly rested on her chest.
"Hush now, love. I already know. . ." Kakashi said as he stroked her hand softly.
"So. . . Sasuke did tell you after all. . ." she remarked.
"You knew?" he replied, his brows raised.
"I could hear him outside the room. . . it's alright. I let him go. I wanted him to tell you." Suzue sighed.
"That's not important now. Nothing is but you," said Kakashi as he lifted her chin up with a gloved hand.
Suzue grabbed Kakashi's shirt and pulled him into the bed with her. She curled up into him, her face pressed against his chest while tears flowed unchecked down her face, staining his shirt. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and whispered to her quietly, his own face resting on the top of her head. Both fell into a listless sleep lying beside each other.
Two days later:
Kakashi had come to visit Suzue everyday for a long as he could get away with. Today he had not arrived in the morning as was usual, or in the afternoon. Suzue could see the orangey-green hues of the setting sun on the wall across the room. She barely had the energy to get out of bed anymore, but was grateful beyond belief to still have a fully functional mind. Her mother and father stopped by with kind words and flowers. She was thankful to have such a loving family and felt a deep running sorrow for her parents who were losing their last daughter in the world. Suzue noticed that her father had a secretive look in his eyes. A good secret though. . . one that made him laugh whole heartedly for the first time since her return.
It was mid-evening when Kakashi showed up at her side once again. She had been napping and was awoken by a soft kiss and the smell of sweet straw. She smiled at him and sat up in the bed with a pillow behind her back. It was then that she noticed the others in the room with her. Her parents, Asuma and a man she recognized as a Shinto priest were standing around her. She thought it odd to notice at a time like this, but Asuma didn't have a cigarette in his mouth.
"What's going on?" asked Suzue, eyeing the visitors.
Kakashi knelt down beside her and fumbled through a pouch. He withdrew a small velvet jewelry box and presented it to her, opening it up and exposing a wedding band of white gold. For a moment Suzue's breath was taken away though she was lost for words in any case. Her hand trembled as Kakashi took the ring from the box and slipped it onto her finger. A perfect fit.
"Will you be my wife, dearest bell?"
Suzue embraced Kakashi so fondly that the others in the room blushed. "Yes! Oh god, yes!"
Of Later Days:
The day was bright, beautiful and typical of the spring in Konoha Village. Birds flit about piping out their songs and people smiled hellos to each other as they passed on the street. Hatake Kakashi stood at a grave, a handful of wild flowers rustling softly in the breeze a top of the white marble stone block. He stood silently, staring out at the candy-like clouds in the distance. . . lost. . . lost on the road of life again. He was late. Incredibly late more like it and no one cared. Kakashi paid his respects to the dead and took off, walking with his hands in his pockets. The gravestone had only a name carved into the fine marble: Hatake Suzue.