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midnightdiddle ([personal profile] midnightdiddle) wrote2005-06-18 12:44 am
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An Iruka/Anko drabble, just because.



She's staring into the mirror, right back at herself. She can just see the edge of the curse-seal on the curve where her shoulder and neck meet, and she touches it, gingerly, with her fingertips. If she presses, it hurts, a dull throb that feels better than it should. It's almost a ritual, to touch the seal, trace it with her fingertips, then trace all of her scars, oldest to newest. So she stares at herself and follows the map of her life, pale lines and redder ones, until she finds the last one. It's still raw and puckered, and it itches. She scratches a fingernail across it, looking down at her stomach, and that's how he finds her, naked and dripping, scratching her newest scar.

"You weren't there when I woke up," he says, and he doesn't say that he'd been so scared he couldn't move.

"I couldn't sleep," she says, and she doesn't say that she'd been so scared she'd nearly screamed.

He runs his fingers along her sides, tickling her skin, and she looks at him through the mirror. His face is nuzzled against her hair, and she can barely see a smile on his face. "You smell good," he murmurs, breathing in deeply, and if she was anyone else, she would blush. Instead, she grabs his hands, holding them still on her hips.

"You're up early, why?"

He pouts at her, then twists his hands so he's holding her small hands in his large ones. "I have a mission. It's short, I should be back by tomorrow night." He kisses her neck. "Will you be alright? Kurenai said she could come and check on you, if you want."

"I'll be fine," she says a bit too harshly, and he stares back at her through the mirror.

"Of course." He doesn't say she's lying.

"I will be." She doesn't say she wants to die. "I'm sorry you have to work so much," she says in a softer tone, apologizing without apologizing, and she leans her head back against his chest. "You still have classes, and missions on the weekends..."

"It's fine," he says gently, forgiving without forgiving. "I didn't want to leave you yet, but Tsunade said you should be fine." He kisses her shoulder, her neck, her curse-seal, and she shivers. "Get dressed while I shower," he mumbles against her skin, "and you can walk to the gate with me."

Her eyelids fall and she bites her lip as his lips move against her seal with every word. "Stop," she groans, trying to grab and twist his fingers. He steps away with a laugh, laughing harder when she tries to glare at him and fails. "Shower," she commands, and he peals off his faded, now-wet pajamas with a mocking bow.

---

He looks good when he's in full gear, she decides, just like she does every time he leaves for a mission. She always forgets that he's more than a teacher, that he's nearly as strong as she is. She forgets, and each time she remembers, it's with mixed-emotions. The stronger he is, the more likely he'll survive his missions, and the stronger he is, the more likely he'll die on his missions.

"You look nice," she says, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek, and he steadies her with one hand, his pack hanging from the other hand.

"You always look nice," he replies, and she decides that's just like him. He's always like this, nice and courteous. Perfect, really, and she loves and hates it. "I'll have to beat the boys back," he concludes with a smile, and she laughs.

"You're too nice," she whispers, and she means it. He's too nice.

"I'll be back," he says. He doesn't say that he probably will be dead, that the mission's too hard for him, but they need the money. He doesn't say that he's scared.

"I'll be waiting," she says. She doesn't say that it's her fault that she's hurt, that she can't go on missions, that she lost the baby. She doesn't say that she's scared.

They don't say that they love each other.



Wah... I hog-tied my kitty. XD She was biting my foot, so I took my revenge. Now she's sulking on her perch. What a darling!

At any rate, this drabble was a random idea that bit me while I was showering, because I got smell-good body wash at Bath and Body. It's sweet pea. Yummy smelling.

Hmm... I saw Batman Begins a few days ago. I liked it, a lot. Good movie. Best of the summer so far, in my opinion. Ah, I want to see Howl's Moving Castle! And there's no one to go with, except maybe Alex. I shall ask him tomorrow. And we shall have to go all the way to SLC, but that's okay, because I really, really want to see it.

Oh, and in old news (read: one day old), I fixed my lj, so it's no longer massively wide. Because 'massively wide' is proper English. *sigh*

[identity profile] alana2x1.livejournal.com 2005-06-18 12:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Tis quite odd that you wrote such a serious drabble after our not-so-serious cracky discussion last night. I thought I'd get up to read something cracky, hehe. This was very good though. I do like your Iruka/Anko a lot (even if I am usually so devoted to KakaIru, lol). The emphasis put on Anko's curse seal was very nicely done and somehow managed to set the tone for the drabble all on its own. You as good as killed off Iruka again though *sniffles* Oh well, angst is good! *grins* (I'm so weird >.>)

I hope you get to see Howl's Moving Castle. I wonder if it'll come out over here ever. We did eventually get Spirited Away, so maybe...

[identity profile] midnightdiddle.livejournal.com 2005-06-18 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Meh... Next drabble needs to be happy. I'm afraid I'm beginning to bore people with continuously tragic and angsty drabbles and such. I know I'm boring myself... >< But I'm glad you liked it. I love Iruka/Anko. They're so fun.

I wanna see the movie! Actually, I should have left already to go see it, so I'll have to go to a later showing. *sigh* Stupid computer distracted me, and now I'll miss the early, cheap showing. Oh well... :)

[identity profile] luv-wiz.livejournal.com 2005-06-19 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
that was ... depressing ...

especialle the " "I'll be back," he says. He doesn't say that he probably will be dead, that the mission's too hard for him, but they need the money. He doesn't say that he's scared. "

that just really broke my heart . :( So sad ! >___>;

And this was AnkoxIruka ?? O__o;; right !?!?!

If I'm wrong , erm ... O__o;; tell me who they were ? lol

[identity profile] midnightdiddle.livejournal.com 2005-06-19 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Umm...yes, it's Iruka/Anko.

And was it depressing? Whoops. Well... I'll write something happy, in a bit, promise. :)

[identity profile] luv-wiz.livejournal.com 2005-06-19 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
you better

:D;;

[identity profile] dana-fields.livejournal.com 2005-06-19 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Woa... The drabble was really good! Sad ans depressing, yes... But I like it that way! <3

[identity profile] midnightdiddle.livejournal.com 2005-06-19 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, thank you!

You're cool, you know that? I like you. :)

[identity profile] dana-fields.livejournal.com 2005-06-20 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Oh *blush* thank you!

[personal profile] marmaladecat 2005-06-20 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Yay! And thanks for pointing out that Iruka isn't lame - he did make it through the Chuunin exams and get selected for a reason. He may not be a genius, but he's no loser either. *nods*

[identity profile] midnightdiddle.livejournal.com 2005-06-20 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Lame Iruka? Never! Iruka rocks my boat like nothing else. He's our biggest unknown. We've never seen him seriously fight, other than when he was trying to protect Naruto.

Imagine if he was evil... *dance* An evil Iruka who screws over Konoha!

[identity profile] jbmcdragon.livejournal.com 2005-12-10 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Wow. Very, very nice. I love all the things that go unsaid, and . . . um. . . I have no brain right now. You know I love you, right? ;)

J

[identity profile] anyjen.livejournal.com 2008-09-10 10:56 am (UTC)(link)
Sad and fluffy, the perfect mix!
Seriously, woman, you've come to change my perception of what a good "fuffy" story menas. O_o
Oooh, your kitty annoys you when you're writing, too?
Mine is a full-grown cat who likes to sit on my lap when it's cold, and rest most of her weight on my arm... when I'm trying to write. It's like she times it, or something. -_-