My Next Door Neighbour (Kakashi x OC)

9 // Leaving

.:Mariko's POV:.

When I wake up, my limbs feel like lead, my stomach hurts and my whole body feels cold. Through the window, the dawn sunlight is shining onto the bed. I sit up and stare out the window at the horizon. I'm still wearing last night's outfit.

"Good morning." I turn to see Kakashi lying on his side, looking up at me. 

"It would be nicer if I didn't feel so terrible this morning," I reply, falling back onto the bed and turning my head to face him.

"Well unlike you, I can handle my alcohol," he teases, smirking at me. I pout my lips before looking away from him.

"Oh, shut up," I retort stubbornly.

"Hey, I was only kidding," he says, propping himself up on his elbow.

"I know, I know. . ." I sigh, looking back at him. "In any case, I'm hungry and craving instant ramen."

"Seriously, Mariko?" he questions incredulously. "That's not hangover food, you need something healthy."

"Who said I was hung over!?" I exclaim defensively. I sit up and crawl out of bed, trying my hardest to ignore the pounding in my head and the stiffness of my limbs.

"See? I'm fine," I state triumphantly as I stand up. "Who can handle their alcohol now? I-"

But before I can continue bragging, a horrible feeling overwhelms me and I clutch my stomach.

"I think I'm gonna hurl," I mutter before I dash off to the bathroom. And sure enough I do.

Kakashi shows up in the doorway less than a minute later, a look of slight worry and concern spread across his tired looking face.

"Oh dear," he mumbles as I begin throwing up again, my messy hair falling around my face. He kneels down beside me as I lift up my head once again to look at him.

"You were right, I can't handle my alcohol," I concede. He forces a smile but the worrisome look doesn't leave his face as I bend over the toilet again. He holds my hair back as I do so.

"Thanks 'kashi," I say. There are tears in my eyes and a dribble of saliva trickles from my lips. I flush the toilet and stand up on shaky legs, clutching the vanity and one of Kakashi's arms for support.

"Do you want me to carry you to your room again?" he asks. I shake my head and proceed to head into the kitchen, holding the wall for support. I notice Mara in the living room, passed out on her inflatable mattress.

I sit down at the kitchen table, shivering in the small, black dress. Kakashi seems to take notice of this and goes into my room, coming back with the blanket from my bed which he gives to me. He then proceeds to serve me a glass of water.

"I don't know what I can cook for you without making a racket and waking up Mara . . ." he starts.

"Don't worry about Mara, she sleeps like a rock. She won't be awake for another few hours," I reply.

"If you say so," he answers as he begins to take out ingredients and a pan. I sit and wait idly, watching Kakashi as he starts making omelets for breakfast.

The room grows conversationally silent, the only noise being the sizzling of the eggs in the pan. As I sit there wrapped in a blanket with my glass of water I can't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude towards Kakashi. Ever since I've come back to Konoha he's made sure that I'm okay and I'm very grateful towards him for looking out for me.

"Kakashi," I start. He glances in my direction and raises an eyebrow questioningly.

"Thank you for looking out for me, it means a lot. . . I don't know what I'd do without your help," I state. He smiles at me.