Promises Remembered

Interlude

A/N I'm back!! I apologize for how long I was gone, my stubborn little boy was ten whole days late! The latest yet. As soon as we got past a few days overdue, I knew it was a boy. 9 lbs 11 oz and man did I feel every ounce. My biggest by a whole pound. It was my longest and most painful labor and my husband, as always, showed up in the exact way I needed. I have been feeling the need to write a stand alone one-shot to help me process my thoughts and emotions a little better. I know that those kinds of stories are not for everyone lol but it will probably be Kakasaku since that is where my head is at right now. So if a fluffy pile of birth and babies is something you'd be into reading, keep an eye out for that. ANY WAY we are jumping back in time a little bit. A little bit of Kakashi's pov for some key moments. The rest of this part will mostly be his pov. I have so enjoyed writing this bit and have been so excited about sharing. There won't be much romance but I hope you love it! As always, let me know what you think! love you all! 

Interlude

Kakashi

Six-hundred and sixty-six days before he lost her

Kakashi woke slowly. Gray pre-dawn light peaked between his curtains, slicing through the dimness. In his arms, there was a warm body with sweet smelling pink hair—hair that was absolutely everywhere. A smile tugged at his lips as he reached up to brush it from his face.

Watching her sleep, memories of the night before came back to him with the clarity of a genuinely good night's rest. The implications of her words before she had kissed him, of how she had reacted, of so many things she'd let slip over the last three months swirled together in an increasingly confused jumble. They promised profound love and devastating consequences. He needed to think, something that was going to be difficult with her sweet fragrance and warm, soft body threatening to overwhelm him again.

Leaning in, Kakashi ran the bridge of his nose along her jaw, ghosting his lips at the top of her neck—filling his lungs with her scent before slipping from the bed. Sliding into his shoes, he grabbed his cigarettes and the ashtray from the porch and climbed up to the roof. He dangled his legs over the edge and lit his first cigarette.

'I realized who I am here...'

Why had it taken her so long?

When they had run into her parents and she was clearly at a loss for words, Kakashi had said the first thing that came to mind. But when she had looked back at him, her father filling in all the details over her head, her eyes had been filled with immense weight and emotions he did not understand. She had looked stricken.

Then she had fled, locking herself in her apartment. When he finally made it back too, her voice through the door had sounded so sad, so broken. When she had begged for time to think, he had thought she meant about her feelings for him and the future she remembered. But now, he knew it had been so much more than that.

'Have you ever met anyone with hair like mine?'

'Do you have a girlfriend?'

He remembered the confused frown when he'd said he didn't think he ever would have. Had she been waiting this whole time—doing her best to ignore what was happening between them—for her father's cousin to show up and sweep him off his feet? She obviously didn't know her name because she hadn't even blinked when the Hokage had pulled Hana out of thin air. And considering she seemed so surprised to find him unattached, she must not have known when they would meet either.

All of that gave the impression of a short lived relationship. Surely if it were otherwise, she would have recognized herself the moment she'd fallen into his bed and into the past. And if it was going to be short, why did it matter so much?