Title: Aujourd'hui, Demain, Pour toujours
Fandom/Community: Naruto / kakasakudrabble
Characters: Kakashi, Sakura
Pairing: KakaSaku
Rating: PG
Word of the Week: Emotion

Author Notes: This chorus always makes me wanna cry. Haha. (weak joke) Basically, we've seen Sakura all emotional over Kakashi already. Let's see the opposite. Hopefully I'll have the next part of Picture Trends done for Friday. (cheers) I have two big papers coming up I'm going to have to start working on. (gags) And please, tell me guys, do you like the fluff (I find it hard to write angst for this pairing in 1,000 words) or would you like me to get into something darker? Personally, seeing as Picture Trends is really dark, I figure you guys would like the WAFF.


I've never been the kind
To ever let my feelings show.
And I thought that being strong
Meant never losing your self-control.
But I'm just drunk enough
To let go of my pain.
To hell with my pride,
Let it fall like rain from my eyes.
Tonight I wanna cry.
— "Tonight I Wanna Cry" by Keith Urban


The rain fell heavily outside the window. Lightning flashed, illuminating his spacious apartment with shadows that it normally didn't have; making it look far darker, eerier than it did during the day. Slouched at his kitchen table, head lowered, he clutched the glass of whiskey tightly in his hand. Kakashi sighed before downing the glass.

"What do I do now, Obito?" he whispered; breath condensing in the air before him. He was a broken man and nothing but the cold could fill him now. "Why is it those I care for only leave me?" His fists clenched, and he had the strongest urge to rear back and kick something. He wanted to deny it, ignore it, anything that he could possible do to get that cold black stone out of his mind.

He didn't even feel cold.

"Kakashi! Are you home?" Naruto's voice drifted over the roar of thunder and lightning cracks as he entered the apartment, and he opened his visible eye to turn and peer at him over his shoulder.

He grunted. "Of course, Naruto," he said, as loud as he dared; the young man still needed to jog closer to hear him.

"It's Sakura, she's —"

He couldn't hear this.

Kakashi held up his hand and disappeared in a puff of smoke. Naruto stared at the spot where his ex-sensei had sat mere seconds before, and let his arms drop to his side, head down.

Then he tossed his head back and laughed.


For some reason, he felt cold now.

Kakashi's hand shook slightly as he lowered himself into the seat beside the bed at the end of the room, reaching out his hand. Cold, silver-yellow light drained the color from her face and hair. He reached out and rubbed his cold finger along her warm cheekbone.

Sakura's eyes fluttered and he suppressed a shout of surprise when her body shivered against his cold touch.

"Hey, stranger," she whispered softly. "Fancy seeing you here."

"Sakura," whispered Kakashi, sliding from the chair and dropping to his knees. His hands slid simultaneously along her cheeks, clutching at her face tenderly. "You're awake. . . When?"

She smiled and leaned against his touch. "A few hours ago—or maybe a little longer? I fell back asleep again after Tsunade-shishou checked me over. Naruto was there. . . I think he was crying. How long have I been gone?" Her voice was steadily gaining in strength. She tried to sit up, but Kakashi's hands dropped from her face to push her shoulders back down onto the bed as he got back to his feet—composure seemingly regained.

"Two months."

"It'll be winter now." The smile upon her face broke clean into a grin. "I won't have missed the first Konoha snowfall then."

His hands slowly slid from her shoulders, warmed by her skin; but she grabbed them as quickly as she could, pressing them to her lips weakly as she stared pleadingly at him. "I can't leave yet, please, stay with me."

His knee found its way to the edge of the bed before he could stop himself.

"Your nurses won't appreciate me bothering you, I'm not even supposed to be here," he whispered back. The pad of his thumb trailed against her lips and she parted them instinctively. "I really should go."

"Fuck the nurses, Kakashi," she snapped, tugging as roughly as she could against his arms—any normal person would have had little to no strength, but this was Haruno Sakura, apprentice of Tsunade-hime and she managed to knock him off-balance. "When were started this, I said "Damn regret", and I mean it still." A grin worked its way back onto her face.

"Plus, look in the desk drawer."

She let his left arm go so that he could reach to grab it.

The paper-note was dry in his hands as he pushed the drawer shut, staring with partial amusement and partial shock.

Hatake,

Keep her warm.

Tsunade

Kakashi chuckled softly as he slid his flak jacket off and onto the chair he'd previous sat in. He left his sandals on the floor. Sakura weakly lifted the blankets for him to slide underneath.

"You're freezing, Kakashi," she murmured, pressing her lips against his neck. The man shivered. He slid his hands along her body and pulled her closer.

Legs tangled with his, she wrapped her arms around his neck, tugging herself closer. He kissed her forehead, her closed eyelids, her nose, before pressing his lips gently to hers. "I thought I lost you."

Sakura's fingers backtracked and wiped the barely-there tears from his face, sensing the pain in his voice. "I'm here." She kissed his deeply, skimming her hand down to entwine in his. "'Member that promise you made me? That you'd always be there? Well, I promise you, Kakashi, I won't ever leave you—I'll always be here."

He grunted sharply, pulling her hand up. "I'd forgotten about that," Kakashi whispered, eyes narrowed perplexedly as his fingers toyed with the silver ring on her fourth finger.

"It was the first thing I noticed when I woke up," Sakura whispered, beryl eyes watering profusely, but a smile lingered tiredly on her lips. "Do you really mean it?"

He slid his hand along her jawbone and smiled, closing his eye and shaking his head—dislodging his hitai-ate; when he looked back at her, it was through mismatched eyes. "If you'll have me."

He kissed away the tears that slid down her cheeks, and she made sure to pull down his mask before she kissed him—she needed to feel his skin against hers. "You waited two months, Kakashi." She was crying and he was kissing her fiercely, making it hard for her to talk, especially with the feelings that stirred in her belly when she tasted her own tears on his lips. "I'd wait forever for you."

"You won't."

He kissed her strongly, pulling her as close as possible, lips closed, forehead to forehead, heart to heart, hand in hand.