Things We Do For Love

CHAPTER FIFTY THREE

Kakashi's P.O.V

Currently, I was busy cooking dinner for the hungry woman. Y/N woke up in a frenzy, demanding that her tummy hurt. Shocked by the severity of her expression, I was, too, frightened only to see her dramatically whine about how much food her body needed. She had put her hand on her tummy before warningly announcing that she was ready to empty her stomach if there were no food in front of her.

Slow that I was, at times, it took me about five minutes to get the hint. She wanted me to cook for her. Perhaps, it was her way of trying to distract me and to some extent, she succeeded. I scoffed playfully, then took off to the kitchen with her in tow. The young woman was seated on the tatami, gently humming off-tune while I turned on the stove to make some light dinner. However, there were some delays as Godaime-sama had called me to the Coroner's office, room number one, in order to discuss the results of Kakuzu's autopsy. As if there weren't any less somber news, the blonde-beauty revealed that Naruto's new jutsu could very much be placed beyond S-rank jutsus, almost forbidden. The smell of disinfectants alongside with a dead body in the middle had turned the situation quite grave. Maybe to us the body looked to have been severely hit by the massive wind force, crushing his inner bones but Tsunade-sama told otherwise. Every one of the enemy's chakra networks connecting to the body's cells had been severed. It worked like a poison, slowly disintegrating the skills to hone chakra and rendering the body completely useless against the attack, like small blades effectively cutting chakra networks one at a time. I had thought the build up of such a formidable jutsu would hail Naruto as a dangerous opponent, however, each jutsu tended to have some disadvantages. The same effect was seen in Naruto's right hand, causing the leader to forbid Naruto from using it again. In the long run, he would lose the ability to use his own chakra as the blades also attacked his own cells.

And as usual, I was given the duty to announce such horrifying news to the boy.

Coming back from the office, I saw my wife on the kitchen eating some peanuts she had managed to find. Her face was evidently red, frustrated tears dropped down and I knew she was terribly, terribly hungry. I quickly got rid of my worn out shirt, which seemed to have brightened her mood as her E/C eyes widened with glee looking at my naked chest. I could only giggle before picking up where I had left. Y/N silently stood next to me, her cheek pressed against my left shoulder while her hands snaked on my waist, grabbing it tightly. It felt blissful.

There were only a few ways we both could deal with our situation. I was still in a state of pure shock and grief; part of me wanted to run to the cemetery and talk to my girls. Yet, the idea of leaving Y/N behind in a lonely house especially after delivering such harrowing news to me was barbaric. I knew she felt guilty because she had to break the news to me and that was why, she tried her best to lighten my mood. She wasn't exactly perfect in the sense that, the more she tried cheering me the worse the situation turned. But I could always acknowledge her persistence, at last, napping in her arms had done the trick and I woke up refreshed and less hurtful.

Todays dishes were simple. Kimchi fried rice with daifuku. I didn't have the time to make the dessert from scratch so on my way, I stopped at a dessert shop and brought home something that would make Y/N ecstatic. Even after a good nap, we both looked incredibly out of place. Y/N's long white t-shirt had creased on the sides whereas her hair was all over her face. They tickled my skin on impact but I stood my ground, it was nice to feel her warm skin against mine. Kami knew how long it had been since we had an intimate moment, well, to be honest it was quite recent but I wanted more; it was either work or missions or just petty little fights that ruined our moods. Right now, I could sense a strong desire for lust but it wasn't healthy to always cure our way using sex. We were grown adults, and we needed to find some regularity that would help us maintain balance. Cooking, cleaning and communicating to each other was the best possible way- the old Y/N, the one I had married more than two years ago, would scream at my face and demand to communicate our feelings. I was going to honor her demands, after all, she was still my wife.