Things We Do For Love

CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE

A/N: Rent hike in Toronto is ludicrous. I mean come on, as a student, I need to pay $1000+/month? For a room? Gimme a break! 

Kakashi's P.O.V

Dim orange lights invaded Konoha's perimeters, its rays gentle and out of warmth. People hurried off to their houses whereas the midnight folks crowded the market areas, readying themselves for a weekend filled with bars, gambling and picnics. The faint village lights became brighter against the darkening visage, roaring eccentricity of life below turned loud and even some nurses took off their hats, shoulders drooped low out of exhaustion. I closed the curtains on my face and immediately, the sound, the lights were replaced by the ivory walls, buzzing of chakra seals around me and a heart monitor that beeped regularly although, sometimes it would beat in an unrhythmic pattern.

My wife was on the hospital bed, the room all too familiar aside from the fact that now instead of my children lying lifeless, Y/N was breathing in and out in a state of comatose. The IV bag was halfway empty and there was a faint smell of disinfectant. Someone had been in this room in the morning and thoroughly cleaned it. They even took their time to bathe Y/N; she didn't smell her usual self instead, her hair smelled of strawberry and skin had the faded aloe vera fragrance. While she looked to be well taken care of, I missed her vanilla essence and the way it had become a signature aroma of her. Walking towards the now empty chair beside her bed, I picked up the sandwich I bought from some store – too anxious to just sit alone with her and do nothing. Albeit, I had taken the liberty to watch her more serenely and undisturbed.

Her eyes moved around, despite being closed, while sometimes her fingers twitched. She was dressed in the typical gown every patient wore, hair loosely tied and I noticed faint dark circles under her eyes. By now, this was the third time I saw her helpless and bedridden, barely moving. To some extent, I felt guilty. Was I the causation of her demise? Did her life truly went downhill after meeting me? Even when a part of me nodded solemnly, I hoped that Y/N would say otherwise and wipe away tracing insecurities. I desperately wanted her approval, to be validated and to know if I still had the right to be her husband.

I put the sandwich back inside, appetite long diminished as I held her cold hands. They looked so tender and fragile on top of mine, and I couldn't help but place fervent kisses on each knuckle, ruminating how smooth her skin felt. Inside these four walls, I had the privacy to be her husband – an act that was prohibited by the council. I had the liberty to love her openly, touch her gently and to admire her existence. Truth be told, last few weeks my tender heart wanted nothing more than to love her, cherish her and be by her side. Y/N's touch was greatly missed and there was no shame in admitting how I was lusting for her. I was, in fact, a man who had his wife's frame ingrained in his mind, recalling sweet touches and addicting feelings. Needless to say, I had become quite clingy and the urge to invest time on my marriage had taken a huge portion of my thoughts. When would she wake up?

"Do you remember?" I looked at her sleeping form, draping the blanket close to her chin so she wasn't as cold as before. "The night when we finally kissed?"

Y/N's P.O.V (Flashbacks)

"And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime,

And I am pretty sure that you are that love of mine" 

Song: 

Ruth B - Dandelions