Just a short chapter for now, will write a longer one next.
I obviously don't own Naruto, but I do own Riku, and I'm using Daisuke with permission from Neverlookbacksamurai.
Dedicated to my friend, Sirica, who puts up with everything I throw at her...literally.
"Riku, breakfast."
His voice called out from the huge room through the open bedroom door that included the living room, which took up most of the space, and the kitchen to the side. He paused for a few seconds, hoping for the answer he knew he wouldn't get. With a sigh, his made his way into his bedroom where he found the woman he loved with all his heart laying underneath navy sheets on her side towards the open window that blew the white mesh curtains inwards. Running a hand through his normally bandana covered hair, he took in the curved figure on the mattress, his eyes stopping to marvel at the white feathered wings tattooed across both her shoulder blades that were partially covered by the back of her tank top.
He felt grateful that Tsunade had given them, including Kakashi, two weeks off from their usually hectic schedules of missions and classes due to the recent events, but he really had no idea what to with Riku during their break that would help her in any way. He didn't have the power to stop her nightmares, to suppress the memories, but only to be by her and take care of her while her mind battled itself to keep possession of its sanity.
Circling the bed, he crouched down to her eye level, noticing her eyes were dull, distant, and a little blood-shot from the night before, not reacting in anyway even though he suddenly blocked the strong morning sun that was trying hard to drown the room in its light. His lips pulled down into a small frown as he stared at her catatonic-like state, exhaling, frustrated, through his nose.
"Riku?" He tried again.
This time, he could see her eyes twitch to look at him, most likely only seeing his worried expression. "Do you want any breakfast?" He barely saw her very slight attempt at nodding. Without warning, he gently picked up her bridal style, the sheets slipping quietly back onto the bed where it belonged, and carried her out to the vast living room and turning into the kitchen. He sat her on one the high stools that surrounded the long island counter and crossed the cold linoleum floor to the stove where he scooped the sizzling sunny-side up eggs and slid them onto some toast. Just as he set the ceramic plate down in front of her, the old muddled doorbell of their apartment sounded dully and gave him a start. He looked back as he walked to the door, relieved to see her chewing thoughtlessly on the corner of the toast and making her way to the egg, and pulled open the door. And of course, the first question that he was always bombarded with was…
"How is she?"
"Never just 'good morning' with you is it, Kakashi?"
"Fine, good morning Genma."
Genma stepped away from the door frame to allow enough room for the jonin and the black backpack styled carrier on him to enter. The sound of cute, bubbly gurgling purred from within the dark bundle supported with thick metal rods as Kakashi slipped the carrier off his back. He pulled out the little baby and it instantly grabbed Riku's attention away from her somewhat eaten breakfast, having finally gotten to the egg on top. "Daisuke-kuuuun!"
The seven month old turned his head to find the source of the sudden outburst, instantly squirming in Kakashi's arms, his own tiny hands reaching for the woman he thought of as his mother in his innocent eyes. She quickly took him and cradled him before he managed to slip out from the masked man's grasp, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the small smile that spread across the baby's plump cheeks. Sitting down on the couch, Riku held him and watched his little fingers twisting around the bundles of her long, pure white hair that had fallen over her shoulder.
"You have amazing timing." Genma said quietly to Kakashi who was setting the carrier and another backpack that contained many infant needs against the wall.
"Of course, don't I always?"
Daisuke, being the curious little one, began squirming again, climbing up off Riku's lap and curling his short arm around her neck for support as he peeked over her shoulder and touched the black lines that drew out the wings on her back.