Sweetest

The safest prison

Kakashi didn't seem to want to be too close to me over the next few days. He seemed more and more on edge with each passing day. It made me nervous, but I found that, while I might be a bit afraid of him, I was actually starting to really like him. He was protective and very real with me. He was honest but not so cruel, and I could tell from my presence that he was really trying.

I picked up the fresh bandages that he left inside the bathroom. I pulled the old bandages off and was happy to see that my wound had finally closed up. I tossed the old wraps in the trash. I looked in the mirror, turning my arm this way and that, checking it out. I washed it up and applied the ointment. Hmm, should I still cover it up?

I wasn't sure, honestly; I always felt so lost. I opened the door nervously. Would he get annoyed if I asked him? I bit my lip, seeing him come from his room, rubbing his face tiredly. He was still wearing a mask, with pajama pants, and a tank top. But his hair hung wildly in different directions. My heart fluttered, and I felt confused as a feeling washed over me. He must have felt my eyes on him because he looked up, staring right into my eyes.

My face felt hot. I slowly closed the door, uneasy. What was this feeling? I shook my head and decided to ignore it for now. Hmm, I was too scared to ask him for help after all. I sighed and looked down at the bandages.

There was a light tap on the door that still made me jump. I fidgeted, "Come in?" I said that and gave him space. I stood close to the wall on the other side of the bathroom.

He opened the door and seemed surprised to see me standing so far away. He brushed it off quickly, though, and his eyes went to the trash where the wraps were, then my exposed arm. He seemed to be pretty relaxed at the moment. I was relieved.

He stepped toward me, and I froze, unsure. I was so used to him wanting to be so far from me. He frowned. "I won't hurt you, Mori, so long as I can help it anyway." He added the last part with a hint of sadness. "Did you need help?" He asked, lifting my unused bandages.

I glanced at them and then nodded. "I wasn't sure... because the wound had finally closed." I said it, holding out my wounded arm.

He nodded and slowly stepped forward. I didn't cringe away this time. He seemed pleased by this, and it surprised me a little. He very gently took my arm and turned it so he could look at it a little better. "You are recovering well. I would say wear the bandage one more day just to be sure." He let go of my arm and picked up the bandages.

He started to wrap it neatly before I could say anything. He finished quickly, and then he put the extras away in a cabinet. I stared down at my arm in amazement. He looked down at me, amused. "Yes, it was driving me crazy how badly you have been wrapping it." He said it as he left the bathroom.

I raised a brow after him; then why hadn't he helped before? Maybe he was hoping for me to just get better? Hmm. Maybe I could ask him to teach me some things.

I finished up in the bathroom and grabbed the bathroom trash. He usually emptied it after I put the bloody bandages in it. I walked to the door, sliding my shoes on, to throw them out.

"What are you doing?" He asked it from the living room doorway.

I paused with my hand on the doorknob. "I'm throwing this out? You don't like the bandages left there, right?" I asked him back, confused.

He blinked, then turned slightly, thinking, "Uh, okay..." He waved me along but watched as I left.

I smiled softly at him before heading out the door. I hurried to the trash and tossed the bag in with the others. After placing the lid back on, I turned to look out at the village. It had been a while since I had been outside. The air was getting warmer now. The breeze was light and just caressed you with the fresh scent of spring.