Six Sentences 6: The Chair Creaked
The chair creaked.
The hospital room fell silent.
Jiraiya dropped his head back against the outside of the sill and closed his eyes. He had gotten to Sarutobi too late today to pull Rin off back up. The message had still been in transit when she’d been called.
Rin had just screamed at her dithering medical colleagues, made them leave; she knew it was too late.
The almost empty room breathed with her, no other sound but her lover in the chair.
Harsh antiseptic wafted from the open window, stung Jiraiya’s nose. He blinked against it and ventured another look.
Kakashi hunched in that chair, both hands gripping hers, his bare lips lowered against her fingers.
Jiraiya looked up at the flawless sky, turning away.
“You have to promise me something.” Her voice cut the silence, no strength left in the pitiful sound.
“Take back what you said last night…”
The chair creaked again. “No!”
“Don’t be alone. Don’t make me your only…”
The chair creaked.
The ANBU mask clattered as it hit the floor, spun. Strangled sobs crashed over silent white walls. Jiraiya put his back against the sill and gave them their privacy.
Rin had come in to collect Kakashi’s wounded teammate. Ironically, that guy would live. Kakashi had hesitated just enough on seeing her; his target got in one good shot. And that was all. A flash of emotion and everything changed.
Only Tenzou had kept his head.
Oppressive stillness settled at last, and Jiraiya cleared his throat as obviously as he could. “I’m sorry, ki—” He choked off his own words, and blinked at the clear, blue sky. “Kakashi. I’m sorry, Kakashi.”
A rustle, footsteps, and Kakashi climbed out over the window sill, his face obscured again by the black mask and headband. He crouched down nearby, but didn’t look at Jiraiya.
Jiraiya, on the man’s left, saw nothing of his face, only the shock of tousled gray hair showed that he might be human and alive.
“You know what I said before, about your books?” His voice broke, then he clamped it back into an smooth turn of phrase. They could be on a picnic out here, by the easy sound of it.
Jiraiya swiped the tears off his cheeks with the heel of one hand and narrowed his eyes in mock annoyance. “You didn’t want to end up in them.”
“Yeah. That.” One lazy black eye, unreadable and empty, turned toward Jiraiya. “I take it all back.”
Without another look or another word, he hopped off the roof and headed toward the memorial stone.
Ironically, she wasn’t considered assigned to the mission. As a med-nin, her death didn’t rank KIA; she wouldn’t even get her name carved there.
“Don’t worry, ki—Kakashi,” Jiraiya whispered, watching the young man’s form disappear into the distance. “I’ll do right by her. She deserves that. So do you.”
Thank you for reading, go find a laugh now, because this story kind of hurts.
In fact, I’ll decompress you by reminding you how this really ends up for Kakashi:
Kakashi AMV by HavocPwnsAll.