Disclaimer: I've noticed that I haven't done one of these yet, so I figured that it's better late than never, am I right? So, I do not own 'Naruto' in any way, shape, or form. Instead, the series and general idea are copyright to Masashi Kishimoto. However, Midori is mine, and Anrui belongs to my friend. :3
Author's Note: Ohmigad. I am so, so, so terribly sorry. I get distracted, and... Ah, excuses are meaningless, so I'll leave it with apologies and a chapter as a peace-offering. Here is the latest, and hopefully [yet unfortunately long-awaited chapter in 'Their Poison'!
Chapter Three: Flowers, A Vase, And A Card
A little more than an hour later, the medic-nins slipped quietly out of Hatake Kakashi's hospital room. As the others wandered away to their other duties, one of them glanced around, trying to find the Jounin woman who had accompanied the now-sleeping nin to the hospital, and probably saved his life. Finally, his eyes found her resting on the floor next to the door, dozing off with her chin bumping into her chest slightly with each inhale and exhale. A grin crossed the man's face, and he knelt down, tapping her on the shoulder. Her large, dark green eyes shot open and stared up at him curiously and somewhat anxiously. One of her hands clasped into a fist with anxiety as she waited for him to speak. "He's fine," the man assured her, earning a sigh of relief from the woman. "He's sleeping, but you may go in and wait for him to awaken. I'm sure he'll be glad to see you, Hagami-san." He smiled reassuringly before turning down the hall to check up on other patients.
As the medic-nin strode away, Midori breathed another relieved sigh before pushing herself to her feet. She swayed uncertainly for a moment, then glanced down at the bag in her hands with a smile. Within it's brown paper walls was a card that read 'Get well soon!', a glass vase and some simple flowers, and two bottles of water-- one for the flowers, the other for Kakashi-san when he awoke. Smiling in at the contents, she slipped in the bland door and shut it quietly behind her.
The room, like most that could be seen within hospitals, was brightly lit and dull. The sterile white walls, ceiling, and floor contained a simple metallic bed, beneath a large, bright window, with sterile white sheets, blankets, and pillow, and a simple, wooden, empty night-stand near the metal headboard of the bed. A currently off lamp bolted to the wall above the headboard and two dull gray chairs pushed against the wall opposite the bead completed the room, and Midori claimed the one closest to the nightstand. A slender hand slipped into the bag and pulled out the vase and flowers-- a minute bouquet consisting of two bright yellow daisies and a small spray of those little white flowers that she couldn't think of the name for, which was stupid considering that she worked in her garden quite a lot and was pretty sure she grew them. Regardless, she quietly removed the cellophane wrapper from the flowers and dropped them into the vase, then pulled out one of the water bottles and poured about half of the liquid within into the vase, a chugging sound resounding through the quiet room as air replaced the water.
Nodding in satisfaction, she capped the bottle and set it aside, next to the flowers, and pulled out the other one, putting it down where Kakashi could easily reach it when he woke up. Finally, she removed the card, and smiled at the cover, then at her signature inside, and set it on the nightstand as well. All the while, Midori's dark green hues would drift towards the apparently-sleeping man on the bed, who was laying on his back. Even breaths slid through the sheet that was pulled up to his nose, and his lack of a mask was evident. 'No, Mimi...' she told herself firmly, even though, as she sat there in that chair with nothing else to do but watch Kakashi, she found the urge to just tug down that sheet just a little to be almost overwhelming. After a few more moments, she finally gave in. 'It can't hurt...' With that self-assurance, the green-haired woman slid into a standing position from her chair, taking two silent steps across the bright white, tile floor and stopping at Kakashi's hospital bed. Her resolve wavered for a moment, and she was content to smile down at the relaxed expression that covered his bare face. His hitai-ate was resting next to him, so the scar over his left eye was left visible. To think, she mused, that this man laying here asleep with such a peaceful expression on his face was world-renowned for killing so many, and knowing more than a thousand jutsu. It was nearly unbelievable. But she didn't dwell on it long, as her eyes slid down to the sheet once again, as it covered his nose and mouth much like his mask usually did. From what she could see, he wasn't wearing a mask, but she couldn't exactly be sure. Still, though, she wanted to at least check, so a thin hand slowly and warily reached for the thin, white material pulled over Hatake Kakashi's face. The hand hesitated for just a second before continuing on. Two fingers gently pinched the end of the fabric and had started to pull away when a hand shot out from beneath and gripped her wrist tightly. Kakashi's un-blemished right eyelid slid open slightly, revealing the coal-black iris that gazed at her with a smile in its depths.
"Ah ah ah, Midori-san," he scolded her light-heartedly, releasing the wrist of the now flustered woman and playfully shaking his index finger at her. She blushed profusely and avoided his eye for a little while, but smiled. She tugged her chair closer to his bed and he smiled back at her with his eyes, then sat up. The sheet fell down to reveal...
Muahahahahahahahahahaha!
Cliffie! Ebil! D
Probably not the best way to make my readers happy, but... I couldn't resist.
Maybe it'll make you guys want to read more? I dunno. I'll be out with chapter four soon, I promise! D:
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