Dreams of the Past

Mother

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Chapter 14

Mother

Sakura hummed, content. The summer night was fine, fireflies hung lazily around the garden and the dirt was warm beneath her bare feet where they hung off the edge of the engawa. Kakashi-kun had passed out hard after a long day of training, his head in her lap and his little pug curled up in his arms. One hand sifted gently through his hair, the other splayed out beside her.

"When does he get his next ninken?"

"Hm..." Kakashi let out a long breath. His hand slid along the smooth wooden planks, fingers brushing hers as he leaned slightly closer. If she tipped her head to the right, she could rest it on his shoulder. Would he pull away if she did? "He'll get Bull and Shiba both the day after his birthday." Movement caught her eye and she glanced over to see his other hand scratching Senbei's head where he snored softly on his other side. "Urushi on the last day of November. Bisuke and Akino on White day, Ūhei on May twenty-seventh and Guruko on July second."

She looked up at him, finding him smiling sadly out at the garden. "Do you think us being here will change any of that?"

His eyes slid to hers. "I don't know. He might not feel the need to rush into forming a whole pack with so much human family. I was... lonely. Every one of my ninken filled part of the emptiness my father left behind. I spent every second of free time training them, and they stayed with me almost every night. He doesn't need them to get him through like I did."

Everything he shared about his childhood broke her heart. Even collecting his ninken. She looked down at the sleeping boy in her lap and thanked that strange alien bitch for sending them to him. Deciding just to go for it, for emotional support, not anything romantic, she rested her head on his shoulder. She felt him stiffen briefly before letting out another long breath and relaxing.

"Do you think you want a whole pack again?"

His cheek laid atop her head and she heard him inhale deeply. "I don't know. The bond I have with them, with Senbei, satisfies something I can't explain, something innate. But I don't feel the same desperate need for them like I did back then." His voice was a gruff whisper. "I'm not alone anymore."

She suppressed a shiver—his words, rasped out against her temple, a secret prayer of thanksgiving to whichever gods had finally seen fit to bless him.

Sakura wanted to do something reckless. She wanted to shift just so, to reach up and trace her fingers along his jaw and guide his lips down to hers. The moment felt perfect, exactly like a scene from one of his trashy smut books that she had definitely never read. His hand picked up and covered hers, his thumb brushing across the back of her wrist.

Did he feel it too, this tension? If she looked up into his eyes, would she see her desire reflected there?

Now, do it now!

Somewhere in the house behind them, a door slammed closed, and then opened again, angry shouting disturbing the evening peace. Cool air rushed where Kakashi had been as he jerked away from her, twisting towards the sound.

Banishing the irritation at having their moment interrupted, she strained to listen. Sakumo had come home, but he wasn't alone. A woman's voice, angry and needling and, somehow familiar, reached their ears.