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Day 7 for @narutokinktober, Somnophilia

KakaShika

Summary:

A long day at Hokage Tower is exhausting for both Kakashi and Shikamaru, but Kakashi finds a way to unwind from the day that requires no energy on Shikamaru’s part

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So after reading Knock Knock, Let the Devil in again (I can’t praise you enough with how good that story is ♥️) and I’m so invested in the the dynamic between Shikamaru, Sakura, and Kakashi!

And because I have a question (and I hope I’m not bothering you by asking this 😭) how do you think Kakashi and Shikamaru would react if Sakura either came back from a mission seriously injured or if they found her seriously injured from a mission?

Hiii, thank you so much for this ask, I’m always so ready to gush about these three!

When I read this ask, inspiration quite literally slammed into me and I churned this out in a sprint session. Oops.

Word Count: 2,126 words

I present to you a one-shot in the knock knock-verse.

It was too early in the day to function, yet Shikamaru was in the Hokage’s office bustling about, feeling only half-human as he guzzled on his third coffee. “Fuckin’ paperwork,” he muttered disdainfully at the sight of an ungodly pile marked with his name.

That had to violate some natural law. How this became Shikamaru’s routine was beyond him.

Once upon a time, he professed that his deepest wish was to lead a mediocre life. And here he was.

Tsunade showed up ten minutes late, visibly drunk and doing very little to conceal it. “Morning,” she tossed over her shoulder and made a beeline for the coffee machine.

“Hokage-sama,” Shikamaru said, studying the dark circles under her eyes and her ashen pallor. “You look …”

He clamped his mouth shut. Was it worth getting assigned a D-rank to let her know she looked like shit? Probably not.

“Save it kid, I know,” she waved a casual hand and slumped in her chair. “Couldn’t care less with the night I pulled.”

“Drinking again, Hokage-sama?” he inquired with polite interest.

“Ha,” she said. “I wish.”

When he raised an eyebrow, she elaborated, slumping even further in her chair. “Sakura,” she pinched the bridge of her nose. “They brought her back yesterday.”

Shikamaru’s heart sank. “Brought her back?”

“Yes, there was an ambush and she was badly injured—cracked every one of her ribs, that idiot. And the hospital was out of B-positive blood so Shizune had to sit the healing session out to donate blood. Nearly ran myself dry trying to keep her breathing…” Tsunade was scrubbing at her face but Shikamaru wasn’t listening anymore—he could barely hear her over the deafening roar of his heartbeat.

“Is she alive?” he demanded once he found his voice. “Is she going to be okay?”

“Yes, but she’s going to need plenty of rest—” the rest of her sentence remained a mystery for Shikamaru tore out of the room with a single-minded focus.

In the space between heartbeats, rationality was tossed out of the window. It left behind a desperate and half-crazed person—he needed to see her, to hear her heartbeat, to see the lively green of her eyes and he wasn’t going to rest until it happened.

He burst through the hospital doors undoubtedly looking like he’d escaped an asylum. The nurse he cornered shot him a bewildered look. “Sir, are you—” she began to say when he cut her off.

“Haruno Sakura,” he demanded breathlessly. “Her room. Where can I find her?”

“Sir,” she attempted again, sounding a little exasperated. “Haruno-san just underwent extensive surgery, she’s not allowed visitors, only family members can see her.”

Shikamaru pinned her with a no-nonsense look. “Akane-san,” he read off her name tag. “By order of the Hokage, I’m here to see Haruno Sakura.”

Akane shuffled nervously. “Do you have an official slip?”

He arched an eyebrow at her, as if to say ‘really?’.

“I-I might get in trouble,” her eyes shifted unsurely. “I need to put you down as a relative and you’re… what would I mark you down as, sir?”

It occurred to him a second later that he was being a total ass. But rationality had already fled. He was now a mess of frayed nerves.

The toddler bawling in the background wasn’t helping his case, and neither was the frantic husband demanding to see his wife at the reception, babbling about … oh.

Shikamaru turned back to the nurse, and before he realised what he was saying, he blurted. “Her husband. Mark me down as her husband.”

Akane blinked. “Oh.”

Shikamaru stared her down, daring her to argue with him. But she simply nodded and scribbled something on her chart. “Right. Of course. Follow me.”

As they stalked through clinical hallways, Shikamaru’s heart rose in a crescendo, worry and nervousness swirling in his chest in a toxic mix. What would he see upon reaching her room? Was she in pain? Was she even lucid? Gods, what if she was in a coma? What if she’d hurt herself so irreparably that it cost her career?

His mind raced with sickly thoughts until his stomach roiled and his face tinged green.

Akane stopped at room 217 and there she was.

“Oh gods,” Shikamaru whispered.

She was hooked to so many wires. Oxygen tubes and an IV and a heart monitor and tubes he didn’t even recognise. She looked frail and broken, too small amidst white sheets and beeping monitors.

He heard Akane quietly slip out of the room and was glad for it because his knees nearly buckled.

Sakura wasn’t awake. Hell, she didn’t even look alive, her face so pale where it wasn’t bruised blue and purple.

Numbly, his feet carried him to her side, his breath a short and rapid thing that barely saturated his lungs.

There was blood caked beneath her fingernails and in the cracks of her lips. His eyes stung faintly as they slid over to the heart monitor.

It was too slow.

“Oh god,” he said again, every cell in his body congested with fear.

He was afraid to even reach out and touch her, lest she broke apart under his fingertips. Delicately, ever so delicately and with trembling fingers, he ghosted a light stroke across the apple of her cheek.

“Sakura…” he said feebly, wishing her eyes would just open.

Except they didn’t. And her heart monitor droned on sluggishly in the background, crawling heartbeats that served more in adding to his anxiety than diminishing it.

It was beating. But it wasn't beating enough. What if it stopped beating?

Shikamaru wasn’t prepared. She wasn’t allowed to die. Not yet. Not ever. He didn’t care what laws governed this cursed world, this was Sakura, she was spring incarnated, and she wasn’t allowed to die.

His fingers curled around her hand, and he wished for the first time in his life that he could heal. That he could bleed strength into her the way she did to him.

It was getting difficult to breathe. What if she died?

What then?

Fuck, he hadn’t even told her he loved her.

His vision swam, rendering the room a splash of colours and pink. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t breathe.

In the muddled daze of anxieties and fears, Shikamaru wished he had the foresight to grab Kakashi.

He’d never needed an anchor more than he did in that second.

*

Kakashi was having an incredibly shitty day.

His coffee machine broke down, he spilled tea over his mission report and he mixed a black shirt with his coloured laundry and now half of his clothes were beyond repair.

“Dammit,” he sighed, tossing his book aside. He couldn’t even read, busy as he was dwelling on his ruined laundry.

He took one dispassionate look at his soggy report and groaned. “What a mess,” he’d actually attempted to do this one on time. Served him right for breaking his routine.

Kakashi grabbed his weapons holster and stepped out for some much needed air. Maybe he should just turn in a tea-flavoured report—perhaps if he offered Tsuande a bottle of sake she’d make an exception and accept it.

He made a beeline to her office, remembering he was due for a debrief. But what he found upon his arrival wasn’t what he expected.

Tsunade was shouting to Shizune, clearly exasperated: “—and he just upped and left! I’m his Hokage, and he upped and left!”

“Maah…” Kakashi began unsurely.

Tsunade’s gaze cut to him. “Hatake, there you are,” she huffed. “I’m too fucking hungover for this. We’re one man down, I need someone to look over these reports.”

Kakashi frowned, finally noticing how empty her office looked. “Where’s Shikamaru…?”

“The idiot left,” Tsunade growled, raising goosebumps on his arms. “I told him I spent all night healing her, what did he think, that I’d leave her to die? Fucking hell.”

“Leave who to die?” Kakashi said, confused. “What happened?”

“Sakura happened,” Tsunade ranted tiredly. “They brought her back almost half dead, I’ve been patching her up for the better part of eight hours and this is how I’m rewarded.”

But Kakashi had stopped listening after ‘half dead’. Half dead? “Half … dead?” he echoed, his mouth dry.

No. This wasn’t happening.

This wasn’t happening.

“Yes,” Tsunade sighed. “But I operated on her and she’s going to be fine.”

Kakashi barely heard the words. His brain was a string of very adamant denial. No, no, no, no.

He didn’t want it to be true—all those years he had been certain, was so sure that it was him, that he was the reason the people he loved always died. That he was a curse to those he cared about.

Every person he loved came back in a body bag.

Fuck.

Kakashi turned tail, a sudden manic urge to see her rising unbearably in his chest. What if Tsunade was lying, what if Sakura wasn’t fine? What if she was fine, but she died anyway?

Fear pumped through his veins, rendering him dizzy. This was his worst nightmare come to life—how could he have forgotten that people, even those that could mend bones and heal what was broken, were so damn breakable?

His legs couldn’t carry him quickly enough.

He didn’t waste time interrogating the nurses for her whereabouts, he knew her scent like she was a part of him. It led him to her now, her unique sweetness tainted with blood and antiseptic.

Gods, he was going to be sick.

He nearly ripped the door off its hinges in his haste to get to her.

Shikamaru was already there, looking wrecked, looking worse than Kakashi had ever seen him. “Is she—”

He couldn’t even say it.

“They … they said they don’t know when she’ll wake up,” Shikamaru whispered hollowly.

Kakashi felt the ground crumbling beneath his feet. “No,” he whispered, leaning back against the wall when he teetered off balance.

His hip jarred against the doorknob but Kakashi barely registered the sting. Barely anything registered beyond the fear-terror-fear coursing through his veins like poison. “Please, no,” he said.

This couldn’t be happening again.

His father and Obito and Rin and Minato-sensei—hadn’t they been enough? Was Sakura going to be another name on the too long list of losses that haunted him?

He really was going to be sick. He clenched his jaw against the reflex, forcing his brain out of the dizzying tornado of anxieties. His gaze focused on Shikamaru, the only other person that mattered as much.

He didn’t look good at all, pale and shaking and appearing ready to fall apart.

The sight of him was strangely grounding.

Kakashi found his elusive strength, located his knees under him and was at his side in the next second.

“Shikamaru,” he rasped, clutching the other man’s arm.

“She looks dead,” Shikamaru whispered. “I … I …”

Words eluded him.

Kakashi tugged at his arm, drawing Shikamaru against him. He went without a fight, slumping against Kakashi’s chest like a puppet whose strings were cut.

“It’s going to be okay,” Kakashi lied, surprised by how much conviction he could bleed into it when it was for someone else’s benefit. “She’s going to be fine.”

Shikamaru shook in his hold, his shoulders minutely trembling. But just as suddenly, his body calmed down and he gripped tightly onto Kakashi’s middle. “What if she isn’t?”

“She will be,” Kakashi stressed because … anything else was not an option. “It’s Sakura. She punched a goddess in the face.”

Shikamaru let out a short, pained laugh against him. “Gods, don’t remind me; what a reckless idiot.”

“It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Kakashi confessed in a soft murmur against Shikamaru’s hair. He tightened his hold on him, drawing strength from the warmth of his body. “As beautiful as the two of you together.”

Lean fingers dug in his back. “I’m glad you’re here,” Shikamaru said sincerely. “I’m glad you came. Fuck, I think I’m gonna cry.”

“You can cry,” Kakashi soothed, sinking his fingers in lush, dark hair. “Hell, I might cry.”

Shikamaru let out a wet chuckle. “Yeah.”

Kakashi’s face bowed, nuzzling the side of his head as he took a shuddering breath. He clutched Shikamaru closely, his breath shallow and his heart a warbling mess in his chest.

He couldn’t think about if she died. He would die, then, if not from sorrow then from a broken psyche. It was easier to focus on the beeping machines and Shikamaru’s sure, thudding heart. Kakashi tuned in on every shuddering breath, his palm mapping his expanding ribs.

His focus narrowed down to his senses, to Shikamaru, to Sakura’s fighting, beating heart and prayed like he never had before.

She was going to be alright.

She had to be.

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And third: KakaShika "Would you rather play some shogi?"

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Shikamaru paused in his steps for what felt like the firsttime all day and looked around, sweeping his eyes over the room one last timeto make sure that everything was absolutely perfect. He’d spent hours cleaning,another hour rearranging the furniture to his own liking, and yet anothercouple of hours fiddling with the temporary additions set up just for tonight.Despite how many times he had moved it back and forth he still wasn’t sure heliked the couch where it was, pushed up against the far wall instead ofunderneath the window like usual, but it was too late to change it now. Kakashi’schakra was already halfway down the street.

A wry smile touched his lips as he took in the full effectof his efforts. The place hardly looked the same but that was sort of the idea.He wished he could say that all of this had been for some special occasion butin truth it had become more of an inside joke than anything else. Kakashi hadaccused him months ago of going to too much effort when it was his turn to setup date night, a ridiculous statement considering how lazy Shikamaru preferred tobe. But in teasing retaliation his partner had set up an even more elaboratedate and Shikamaru’s pride couldn’t just let that be. From there things hadkind of snowballed.

Now here he stood with both hands on his hips as Kakashi openedthe door and smirked to see the man freeze between one step and the next, facedropping in to some combination of equal parts horrified and impressed.

“I might have to call mercy,” Kakashi said, looking up atthe ribbons festooned through the beams of the ceiling. “You might have just wonwith this one.”

“What, too much?” Shikamaru asked with a cheeky grin. Thehands on his hips slid down in to his pockets to give him a casual air as heeyed the massive display of candles all set up around the floor to form a giantheart shape, each of them different shades of red and pink.

“Just the candles would have been a lot. The ribbons made ittoo much. But replacing all the light bulbs with colored ones, that’sdefinitely going way too far. Please tell me you don’t have any other surpriseshidden around here.” Kakashi was smiling despite the wariness in his tone,slipping the Hokage’s robe off his shoulders to hang it up in their front hallcloset before picking his way over the display of candles.

Shikamaru waited until his partner had greeted him with agentle kiss before admitting, “Well, I might have a few more things hidden upmy sleeve.”

“Maa, at least tell me one of them involves food.”

“I’m surprised you couldn’t tell that for yourself. Did youscent seal your mask again?”

He watched Kakashi pull down the mask, amused to see therewas indeed a seal on the inside, and resolved to have a private conversationwith man’s secretary about wearing so much perfume when her boss had such asensitive nose.

“Mm, I smell salmon.” Kakashi’s words were punctuated with alow rumble from his stomach.

“Yup. And you have your choice of dinner entertainment.”Shikamaru nearly broke down laughing at the sharp look that swung his way. “Wecan either play that couples board game Ino gave us last Christmas or Lee washinting earlier that he would be willing to come by and serenade us for ‘addedatmosphere’. I would just need to send him a clone.”

“Uh…wow…those are some, er, interesting choices.” Justwatching his partner struggle with trying to form his sentences so they cameout politely was painful. Shikamaru took pity on him much quicker than he’dplanned to, already satisfied that he had finally won their silly littlecompetition.

Reaching up to wrap both arms around that long pale neck, heasked, “Would you rather just play some shogi? We can kick his whole mess outof the way and eat on the floor while we play?”

He nearly laughed out loud when Kakashi sagged with relief.

“Thank kami. You’re an absolute menace. Remind me to neverchallenge you in this sort of thing again; I really thought you’d be too lazyto put in this kind of effort!”

Shikamaru hummed noncommittally and snapped a few shadowstitches out the snuff the candles without answering, not wanting to embarrasseither of them with his mushy thoughts. But the truth was that when it came to Kakashi,the light of his heart, there was nothing in the world he would ever considertoo much effort.

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*

  His feet hit the floor as he sighs softly. The chair creaks as he stands, joints popping and shirt rising up with a stretch he knows would earn him a heated stare from Iruka. Iruka’s always appreciated the little things, something for which Shikamaru is eternally grateful. Maybe he can convince him to climb on the roof and watch the stars tonight.

    “It is,” he says, locking up behind himself, “my night, after all.”

    “Is it?”

    Shikamaru starts at Kakashi’s voice coming around the corner. “I distinctly remember Genma saying he’s going to make you do everything for me tonight,” he says. His lips lift in a grin as Kakashi blankets him from behind and puts his hand back on the door. “What?”

    “We’re hanging out in your office tonight, I’m tired of looking at the normal view.” Kakashi tips Shikamaru’s chin slightly back to brush masked lips across naked ones. “And I got done five minutes before our usual time, so I decided to surprise you.”

    “For purely business reasons, I’m sure,” Shikamaru says.

    Kakashi nuzzles into his neck as he walks them forward, a low chuckle rumbling through his chest. “Why else would I walk all the way down the hall?”

    Shikamaru spins in his arms just before the small of his back makes contact with the desk. His eyes search Kakashi’s for the tell-tale go ahead before he brings his hands up to tug the mask down around Kakashi’s throat. “Because--” he kisses Kakashi quickly-- “either you love me--” again-- “or you’re hiding paperwork--” and again, before Kakashi shakes his head-- “that you don’t want to stay late and do.”

    “Maybe I missed you?”

    It’s the hopeful lilt in Kakashi’s voice that tips Shikamaru off, and he decides that tonight’s not worth ruining over work he can help run through tomorrow. “Mm, I think it’s because you love me.”

    If it was the hope before, it’s Kakashi’s relieved sigh that solidifies the theory. He rests both arms over Shikamaru’s shoulders, the tiniest bit of tongue peeking out in concentration as he works the tie out of his hair. When he gets it, Shikamaru groans softly as the strands flow around his shoulders and the pads of Kakashi’s fingers massage his scalp. “I think you should wear your hair down around here more often,” Kakashi muses. “It’s beautiful.”

    “You wouldn’t get anything done,” Shikamaru teases, leaning into the touch.

    “Yeah, but every day would be a good one.”

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NRPD 2018

Day 29: Wabi Sabi

Pairing: KakaShika

Wabi Sabi is a world view centered on the acceptance of transience and imperfection. The aesthetic is sometimes described as one of beauty that is "imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete". It is a concept derived from the Buddhist teaching of the three marks of existence (三法印 sanbōin), specifically impermanence (無常 mujō), suffering (苦 ku) and emptiness or absence of self-nature (空 kū).Characteristics of the wabi-sabi aesthetic include asymmetry, roughness, simplicity, economy, austerity, modesty, intimacy, and appreciation of the ingenuous integrity of natural objects and processes.

prompts by @narutorarepairdecember !

Neither of them was any stranger to death.

From young ages, they had been thrown into the shinobi wold, watching their comrades, teachers, friends and family die.

They grew up never expecting to live a long life, but yet they did.

They survived.

They had both questioned the shinobi world, asking why so many must die.

Why so many innocent people had to give up their lives.

Neither of them saw any beauty in the world for so long.

For Shikamaru, life had always been imperfect. Nothing ever seemed to go right, plans were well thought-out and scrutinised to the end. Yet plans still failed. People still died.

For Kakashi, the life of a shinobi was incomplete. There would always be more to do, more to fight and more to save. Yet the lives of those around him always seemed to be cut short.

To both of them, life was impermanent. It was not meant to last.

But for both of them it did.

They found each other at the grave one night, both lonely and sad.

They began talking and it became routine. They would meet at the grave and then talk for hours.

There were similar people and valued the other.

Eventually they came to cherish each other.

They grew older and together they lived. They continued to fight, the protect and to survive.

They realised that the sacrifices of their comrades were so that others could live. So that they could live.

They realised, together, that life was not meant to last forever. Life was not meant to be perfect nor complete. Life was meant to be lived and that, in a sense, was beautiful.

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