Another Series of Drabbles.

[midnightdiddle]

Sakumo watched his son reach small hands up towards the sky, thin fingers spread wide. The clouds were whipping across the sky, a kaleidoscope of white and black on blue, and Sakumo frowned. He rested his hands on his son's shoulders, and Kakashi's shoulderblades jutted out from the tiny body like wings.

"It's about to storm, Kakashi. Come inside."

His son turned and looked up at him reproachfully, peering up through silver tangles, and Sakumo felt as though he was looking at an old man.

"Come inside, Kakashi."

The wind was growing stronger and he could feel Kakashi's body shake beneath the onslaught, tiny body wavering as though he were about to be picked up by the wind. Sakumo tightened his hands on his son's shoulders, fingers curling around the shoulderblades that were bird wings. His wife had been like this, thin bones and shoulderblades that were like wings, and one stormy night she'd flown away, just like a bird. He prayed his son was heavier, that the wind wouldn't be able to carry his son away, that his son wouldn't be seduced by the sky.

"I'm coming," Kakashi said, an impudent boy's answer that was nothing like an answer. His little fingers were still spread wide, as though he was trying to grab the sky, and Sakumo was terrified.

"Kakashi, come inside."

The boy heaved a sigh, huge and heavy, and clenched his hands shut. He started to shuffle towards the house and Sakumo let go of the bird wings that were shoulderblades, watching the strange little creature that was his son, but so much more, and sighed.

Grab the sky indeed.








For all his prattles on youth and springtime, Gai never understood Lee. Lee was dark hair and desperate eyes, bleeding knuckles and broken bones. Lee was happy and sad, broken and absolutely perfect, and Gai loved him. He knew no one would understand him, ever, if he said he loved the boy. They'd take Lee away, take all his students away, and so Gai never said a word.

Lee was something else. Lee was everyone and everything that Gai had ever wanted to be. Lee was the same as he had been when he was a child, exactly the same in ways that were so different it was impossible to see links. Gai loved looking at the boy and seeing himself staring back out of the eyes, loved seeing the boy laugh and cry, and more than anything else, seeing him succeed. It became Gai's whole world, to see Lee succeed.

From the first day, Lee was always in the back of his mind. Gai's entire world was based around him, on him, and Gai didn't mind. It was wonderful, living just so he could make Lee everything that was ever supposed to be, and if he couldn't do that, then what was the point of living? Lee was this, was that, was all and none and perfect and beautiful, so very beautiful.

Yes, Lee was beautiful and Gai loved him, because Lee was the impetuous youth.





And...there was going to be more, but I don't think so. I'm feeling so crappy... -_-... I hyperextended my knee yesterday, so it hurts, and I was throwing up half of the day. Ugh, I'd forgotten how sick I used to be. So I was really, really crappy, and I'm still feeling crappy. But that's okay. I'm just going to go lay down at my grandmother's house, and give her presents.

Happy Mother's Day, to anyone out there who celebrates it. ^__^ I hope it's a good day. And I may post more of Tryin', if I can make myself work on it. I'm not sure what to do with it right now, and if anyone out there wants to talk to me and deal with my random mutterings and sporatic writings to help me get over this self-induced writer's block, please, IM me. Hehe.

Now off to be sick.

Comments

[alana2x1.livejournal.com]

Ack! being sicky is no fun :( *hugs* Hope you're feeling better soon.

The drabbles were very good once again. Loved the first one (me = Kakashi whore) I thought it was a very good take on the Hatake father son relationship. Rather angsty too as poor Sakumo didn't want to lose his son like he lost his wife. The Gai and Lee one was also really well written and well I dunno, I just look forward to everything you write at the moment because it is all so good.

[telosphilos.livejournal.com]

Both drabbles are particularly good. We have no idea who Sakumo is, but I'd like to imagine he could have been like that, worried for his son. The comments about Kakashi's slight build and being thin enough to blow away in the wind are poignant.

I got mother's day kisses! I'm so lucky.

[luv-wiz.livejournal.com]

=o

Didn't really get the first one .... loved the second one . ^___^v

awesome , like always . :D