The One That Got Away [Kakashi Fanfiction]

[5] The Truth

"You need to talk to me." Kakashi broke the silence.

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Hayami took a deep breath in, irritated that the silence was disturbed by something she can't do. She peered her eyes towards the boy sitting up next to her. He looked so much younger without his shinobi band and his gear. One of his eyes had a scar through it, and it was closed, maybe thats why he always covered it? Hayami thought to herself.

Kakashi looked at her and felt her gaze burning on top of his scarred eye and lightly scratched his hair to divert her attention away from it. He secretly hoped that she wouldn't ask about it. Ever.

The light seeping through the blinds perfectly painted Kakashi in the streamers of light, making him look effortlessly good. His open eye rested on the girl's curious stare and dropped his head slightly, his silver hair followed lazily.
"Can you tell me the truth," Kakashi pressed,
"I can't." She replied simply,
"It's not like I'm asking because I want to know," He reasoned, "I need to know in order to protect you." Hayami winced from the inside. He didn't care.
But why do I care? She mentally slapped herself for being weak.
"..I can't" Hayami whispered, her voice beginning to crack. Kakashi paused, he knew this was a hard subject for her, he could see it in her eyes. Her fear and vulnerability was laced around her cold irises.

"You need to tell me Hayami." He continued with a soft voice, "Please." Hayami took in a deep breath and covered her face with a pillow, muffling everything she was saying. Kakashi sighed at her immaturity but also let out a small laugh. His arm reached out and grabbed the pillow off her head resulting in a frustrated groan from Hayami.

"I am a descendant from the dragon God Ryūjin, he symbolises the ocean and it's power." Hayami blurted out, "He fathered a daughter who married a prince and my bloodline originates from their love. But because of this there has been people after my blood, they destroyed all of my connections and family so that we wouldn't grow. I still don't know why they haven't killed me yet. Maybe they're waiting for something inside of me? Perhaps this pain and hatred they are instilling into me has a purpose?" By the time Hayami had briefly summed up her current situation tears were running down her cheeks, "This probably sounds stupid to you, I'm sorry."

She detached her eyes away from him, fearing the worst and shut them tight - in an attempt to stop herself from looking into his warm eye and seeing his dumbfounded expression.

"Stop saying sorry to me." Kakashi whispered as he lay on his side next to her, propped up on one elbow and tested himself to see how long he could manage without reaching for her. She had this aura that pulled him towards her. He noted that he couldn't even last a minute. There was an ache in his finger tips that could only be released through her touch, he raised his hand to her face and his thumb gently wiped away the tears. The contact instantly relieved his inner desire and the sparks released into him. "It does sound... uh different but not stupid."

So many thoughts were running through his head at this moment. So many questions. But also so many answers. It explained her unbelievable goddess like features, her refined way of speaking, or how her hair always seemed to gleam when it captured just the right light- perhaps that's what has held him so captivated. She was different but familiar all at the same time.

His hand rested in the same spot against her cheek as these thoughts rushed through him. Slowly her eyes opened and her face turned towards the man before her, letting out a sad smile, she thanked him. His desire to help her burned through his eyes as he wished that her azure eyes stared back the way he stared at them, with longing and desire.

"One day I want you to tell me what has gotten you so miserable, Mr Kakashi." She whispered as her eyes gently flickered shut. Her keen observation had shocked him, his eyes widened, was it that obvious that I couldn't see any good in the world? Kakashi turned away from his thoughts and rested his eye on her elegant face.

Kakashi had never used his hands so softly as when he traced the features of Hayami's sleeping face with his fingertips. When he ran them over her closed eye lids he wondered what dreams were behind them, causing them to flutter and when they traced her delicate lips he frowned as she mumbled in fear. She had trusted him enough to lie beside her and touch her face as she slept, this man had broken down one of her many boundaries.

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Hayami was dimly aware that he was no longer next to her as her eyes cracked open to the bright morning sun beaming through the blinds. At the edge of her sight she saw the silver hair. Kakashi was there on the edge of the bed looking right at her. When she felt the distance between them and the cold air on her cheek she felt empty, she didn't realise this until she was absent from his touch.

     It was as if she had been filled by his contact. This wanting and need was pounding inside of her, cold and aching. A lonely part of her had to be subsided from going up towards him and grabbing his hands in her own and feeling his touch again. Conscious of the wary pressure deep inside her, she forced herself to resist.

"Sleep well?" He teased as he winked. She could feel the heat growing in her cheeks. But in fact she did, for the first time in years her carrousel of nightmares had stopped and she had a decent night's sleep. Kakashi held a curious expression. She never blushed. She was always in charge and self-assured. So when he saw the red on her cheeks he knew something serious was afoot. And boy was he glad.

And it was only the beginning..

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Seeing all these people add my story to their libraries makes me so happy! A big thank you from myself so heres a cute chapter, trussss me it'll be getting saucy soon.

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