Naruto One Shots

Kakashi - Forever and a Day 🍋

Word Count - 2384
Ages - 20 and 32

I still could not wrap my mind around how I ended up in this position. Forced into a marriage with a man a despised. I hated why I was here. Hated every time he tried to make me comfortable. The sweet nothings he would speak to sooth the feeling of being here against my will. Every breath he took drove me up a wall. I hated him.

"Honey I'm home." Kakashi laughed at his stupid joke. It only ignited the fury I felt towards him. I ignored him as I continued to make dinner for myself.

"What are you making love?" He asked as he stood behind me eyeing the pot of the stove. I continued to ignore him. Even though Kakashi wasn't touching me he still felt too close. My body stiffened as I finished dinner. Eventually plating one serving for myself. Leaving nothing left for him as I sat down at the kitchen table.

"Again with this love? I work long hours in the office I would love to come home to a home cooked meal." Kakashi commentated as he scoured the fridge for something to eat. "You have a tendency to cook at the exact same time I come home. What is the harm in cooking an extra serving for me?" Again I remained quiet as I eat.

"What have I done now to elicit this silent treatment?" My gaze didn't leave my food as he sat down beside me with his own plate of whatever he found to eat.

"Love can you talk to me? I've missed your sweet voice." I took another bite and kept my eyes glued to my plate.

"Don't you care to hear about my day?" I knew regardless of my answer he would tell me anyways. And as predicted Kakashi talked his way through our dinner. At one point I got up to clean my plate and the dishes left on the stove. He eat and talked as if I was engaging him. He knew better than to think I wasn't actually listening to him. In secret I hung on every word he said. He knew I was listening intently but never cared to acknowledge the fact.

Mid sentence I walked out of the kitchen and towards our shared bedroom. It was already late and I wanted to settle in bed with my book.

As much as I hated to it admit that was the one thing we had in common. Our taste in written words was very compatible. I was currently reading a book Kakashi gifted to me. A favorite of his. It was a sweet gesture for him to make when he noticed my taste was similar to his. But I didn't want him to see how much I was eating up this book. I wanted to hurry and shower so I could read in peace.

I showered quickly before circling up in bed with my book. Moments later Kakashi entered our room. He didn't speak to me as he got his stuff ready for a shower.

The sound of the water was a peaceful background noice as I lost myself in the world of my book.

Before long Kakashi flopped himself into bed with me. It took everything in me not to move away from him. This was one of the hardest parts about being with him. At the end of each day I was in forced proximity with him in our shared bed.

Our whole marriage was a show of forced proximity. He gained the title of Hokage shorty after the war. My father insisted on giving him my hand in marriage as a way to prove a united front. But nothing was united when it came to Kakashi and I.

I hated him for taking me away from my home. Hated him for agreeing to such a heinous act. What kind of man would be okay with his betrothed being forced? It didn't make sense to me. Kakashi tried to make light of the darkness that was consuming me but I would not let him in. I was stubborn like my father. Too much for my own good.

Oh how much I missed my father. I despised his decision to wed me off. But he was the only parent I knew. Growing up as a single child to a single father we were inseparably close. I had no idea Kakashi would be the one to separate us. My father, as the Raikage, had as much say about this agreement as Kakashi. But it was easier to blame a man I didn't know than to admit my father betrayed me.