What Came Down the River

Chapter 12: The Perfect Morning

  I wake up to the subtle breathing of someone below me. Actually, scratch that. Two people. One to the side, who's breathing is significantly louder and aggressive. While the one right below me is gentle and delicate. Who am I on top of? Why? Don't tell me it's Kakashi. I'll have to apologize if it is.

As my eyes creek open, I'm greeted by the familiar luminous silver hair. Softly lit by the morning sun. I feel my body heat up as I find my self gripping his vest, my body laying completely draped over him, his arm wrapped around my lower back, and my head that was nestled under his neck. W-WHAT THE HECK! WHY- WHAT DID I - WHAT IS HAPPENING! I didn't force him to sleep like this, did I? My heart beats faster at the unknown possibilities.

Letting go of his vest, I notice he's taken off his bandana that's usually over his eye. Which causes me to stare in fascination. Woah, that's a long scar. I wonder how he got it. Does he hide his eye out of shame? I can understand that. I do the same with my scars. I feel my hand get the urge to reach out and touch it. His visible half of his face just seems so...well structured I feel like I'm dreaming. And his hair...the way it messily tries to cover his eyes makes it look even more luring. Why am I so hot? My body heat keeps rising the more I think and stare at the man underneath me. But I can't help but keep my gaze on him. He always hides his face so I've never seen both eyes.

My hand cautiously, but very gently, cups the side of his face. My thumb traveling down the scar till it disappears under the mask. Does he have more scars under the mask? Is that why he hides his face?...well...I was planning on taking him up on the challenge to remove his mask. But, if thats the case, it'd be wrong of me to invade like that. I whine slightly in disappointment, yet feel like I made the right choice. Although my thumb doesn't move away for a few moments longer before traveling back up the small grooves of his scare.

He makes an almost inaudible relaxed sigh, his breath becoming deeper for a moment. At least this seems to help him relax. I smile at his small grin under the mask. Wait but should I still be on top of him? Isn't this rude? I know it's embarrassing for me, so it probably would be for him too...I keep telling myself to get off, however a part of me doesn't want to listen. So I stay on, thinking I'll just apologize when he wakes up. For now, I'll just enjoy being close to someone I trust.

Speaking of which, I notice a smaller hand griping my shirt. Although I really wouldn't have, had Naruto not tugged on it slightly. I giggle as I look down to see him drooling. He's cuddled into Kakashi's side and holding onto each of us. His leg stretched out over ours lazily. That's so adorable. I think I'm starting to like children. Or at least Naruto makes me want to have one of my own. I hadn't really thought about it before...though not like I had much reason to. I was just waiting to die up until now.

Naruto snorts slightly and adjust himself so his hand on my shirt grips Kakashi's vest. He almost looks like he's praying, except his legs are still slung over me. I caringly swipe a few hair strands from in front of his face before turning my attention back to Kakashi.

His face seems to be less relaxed now. And he's got beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. Is he hot? Or uncomfortable because I'm on top? He starts to shift anxiously and mumbles to himself. Oh...it's a nightmare. I don't know if it's best to wake him or not. I preferred someone wake me up, but maybe it'll make him feel worse to wake.

Before I can figure out what to do he starts to mumble to himself. A name?

"R-..." his words mumble out before I can make out what he's saying. Maybe I can calm him down and wake him. Unsure of myself, I reach my hands out, one cupping the right side of his face and the other running through the hair glued to his face. I hold the hair in between my fingers gently and rest my palm on his forehead. He seems to ease for a moment when my fingers ran through his hair, but seems to go back to panicking after my hand stops moving.