Finally, number seven
Author notes: I know, I know, I need to update more often. I got distracted, with the trip to Florida (which was awesome!), and now I'm back in school. Actually, today, 6 September, was my first day. So, here's an update I came up with while watching Storm Stories. Oh, see if you can spot the pairing I hint at.
Chapter Title: Rain
Chapter Rating: T, for mentions of adult themes, though it's quite tame.
Genre: Angsty, sort of. Rather general, I guess.
Chapter Summary: "I hate when it rains," was the simple answer. Nothing to explain why, and nothing more offered. But it was enough.
Disclaimer: Don't own the lovely Uchiha boys. If I did… Well, some things are better left for fantasy.
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Thunder crashes suddenly, cannon-shot loud, deafening, a short boom that echoed longer. He bolts awake, eyes wide, a kunai all ready in hand, beads of sweat sticking out on his forehead, causing his dark hair to stick to his skin. Next to him, his bedmate shifts at the sudden movement, rolling over. He nearly attacks, before memory comes back and reminds him.
A dark eye opens slowly, before the elder male sits up, staring at the pale, sweating figure before him, the adjustment of his eyes to the dark being abruptly obscured by a bright flash of lightning. Another crack of thunder booms through the air, not a second later. The figure next to him jumps again, shaking slightly.
A careful hand moves forward, taking the hand holding the knife, gentle fingers massaging, until the knife is dropped to the floor. He then speaks, voice calm. "Relax, there's no one here but us…" He says, making sure to be soothing, looking around to confirm such at the same time.
The shaking next to him stops, and he wraps both arms carefully around the thin, pale body. The figure slumps against him, displaying a moment of weakness that would never be seen under normal circumstances. Neither say anything for a moment, the pale figure jumping every time the thunder and lightning crashed.
He shouldn't ask, it wasn't his business, but curiosity was getting the better of him. Shifting, pulling the tense form into his lap, he begins to stroke dark hair, hearing the shaky sigh. He opens his mouth to ask, but is answered instead.
"I hate when it rains." That's all, but it explains everything. He knows enough about his bed partner's past to fill in the blanks, he knows about the rain, about storms.
They both remember the time years ago, when sharing a tent in some anonymous forest, the storm, much like this one, woke them both from their sleep. He had held him then, too. Held and stroked his hair, been surprised not by the shaking form in his arms, undoubtedly trying to hold back tears, but by how natural it felt to simply hold him, and comfort.
It had been years after that incident that their relationship had progressed beyond companionship. It had started simply enough, an offer to share an apartment during off-time from missions. Then a question that he was both afraid to ask, and afraid of the answer to.
And now they shared a bed, among other things. Their relationship, if it could really be called so, was rather private, neither enjoying public displays of affection.
And he's drifting off again, the form in his arms apparently asleep. Shifting to lie down again, muscled arms wrapped around a thin-yet-toned chest, he smiles, kisses the pale, still slightly sweaty forehead, before closing his own eyes.
Having Sasuke as a lover is definitely something not many would have seen coming, but he isn't always sure there's real love there. It is a comfort matter, maybe. He isn't always sure about a lot of things, but drifts off to sleep before having time to really contemplate it.
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Blah, I don't know. Mostly just something so I could start writing again. Now I have to do my English project. Ha.
The pairing was: Kakashi and Sasuke. Most likely at a time when Sasuke is legal, but who the hell knows.
Oh, and damn was this short.