Kakashi was a man of control, commanding every aspect of his life with precision. Yet there was one realm he couldn’t master, his nightmares.
At least once a week without fail, he would jolt awake in bed, his chest heaving and his skin slick with cold sweat, haunted by vivid images of standing over a fallen loved one, his raikiri drawn and bloodied.
In a moment of panic, he frantically searches the tangled sheets for you, his heart pounding as he flips you over, desperate to find any trace of danger. Deep down, he knew it was irrational, if you were awake, you’d remind him that he would never hurt you, not even in his dreams.
A soft sigh escaped him as he gently brushed a stray lock of hair from your face and cupped your cheek. You were so precious to him, you had no idea how much and he was going to protect you with every ounce of his being, the terrors of his nightmares would never become reality. Not with you.
Slowly, he settled back down, drawing you close so that you rested against him. He chuckles as he watches your peaceful sleeping face, admiring the way you drooled and snored without a care. He was sure when you awoke you'd deny ever drooling on your life.
Yet he cherished those moments when you let your guard down completely, sleeping as if nothing in the world could ever harm you. It only deepened his resolve to keep you safe, no matter what.
Even if you were to astral project from your body, you would have nothing to worry about because he would be there to shield you.
Knowing you were safe and sound, and that his nightmares were nothing but just that, nightmares, he closes his eyes and lets the warmth of your body lull him back to sleep.
All my drafts got deleted so please enjoy this kakashi drabble I wrote while I was in mourning. Thnx.
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Obito’s eyes drank in every detail of the guy you were talking to, his well-defined, solid physique, his dazzling smile, and his flawless, scarless skin that seemed to glow in the light.
A familiar pang of envy and self-doubt clenched his chest. Looking down at his own body, he gripped the fabric of his hoodie tighter around himself, as if trying to shield his insecurities from the world.
He knows he should put an end to the ugly feeling that was bubbling up in his chest but he can't help it.
He knew he should push away the ugly feeling bubbling up inside him, but every laugh you shared with the stranger felt like a reminder of everything he believed he lacked.
The sound of your genuine amusement, cut through him. Without warning, unable to face the vulnerability of the moment, he abruptly turned and began speed-walking down the street, leaving you behind amidst the conversation.
A few seconds later, you did a double-take. Obito was no longer in the spot where you’d left him but was now striding briskly away. You quickly bid the stranger goodbye, your heart already pounding, and chased after him.
“Obito! Hey, wait!” you called, your voice echoing in the cool evening air.
He ignores you, unable to face you right now. He grimaces when you eventually catch up to him and place a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey what's wrong-" to your surprise, he gently moves your hand away. He watches as a look of hurt flashes accross your face but he can't help it.
He didn't want to be touched right now, not when he felt like this.
The rest of the walk home is miserable, you trail slowly behind Obito who is just desperate to get back home and bury himself in the sheets.
And that is exactly what he does as soon as he steps foot in the house, he basically flies up the stairs and dives under the covers, curling up into a ball.
God he hated the way he looked, we couldn't he be handsome just like that guy. Why couldn't he be perfect like everybody else.
He knew you told him several times that you thought he was the most handsome man you'd ever seen but he doesn't believe you. He was your partner, of course you'd say anything to placate him.
Too busy wallowing in self-reproach, he doesn't here you come in, gently shutting the door behind you.
You walk over to the suspiciously Obito shaped lump on the bed and poke it, playing dumb.
"Hmm, I wonder where my handsome, absolutely breathtaking Uchiha greek god of a man is..."
He snorts at your elaborate praise, pulling the sheets tighter over his head.
"Not here"
You always had a way of doing that, lifting him out of the deepest pits of despair he puts himself in.
You laugh, gently pulling the sheets down to reveal his sad, tired expression.
"Hey..." you say, brushing your hand over the scarred side of his his cheek.
"Hey..." He replies, freezing up when you touch his scars, his gaze anywhere but you.
"I was looking for you..."
He laughs under his breath, remembering your antics "I heard..."
"You know I'm so attracted to you right?"
He swallows, his bottom lip quivering as he glances at you.
"Obito, you're everything to me. I don't know what you did to me, but I only have eyes for you. Hm?"
You say reaching over to gently shake his shoulder, as if trying to shake your point into him.
He cracks a smile as he watches you shake him with a stern look on your face that he could only describe as cute.
"Ok ok...I'm sorry y/n, I didn't mean to act like that..."
You sigh in relief as the cloud of sadness around him finally lightens up. You shuffle closer to him on the bed to hug him.
"It's ok. I just want you to remember you're all I want Obito, Inside out. I love you"
In that embrace, as his arms tightened around you, Obito allowed himself to feel the truth of your words. Despite the scars, the insecurities, and the nagging self-doubt, he silently thanked the universe for bringing you into his life.
In that quiet moment, with the soft rustle of the sheets and the comfort of your presence, he finally began to believe that maybe, just maybe, he was enough.
"I love you too"
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What was that incessant pain? Y/N groans as she awakes from her slumber groggily. Her hands fly to the aching spot, her neck, which was strained from sleeping in such an odd position. Why exactly am I sleeping on the floor? she wanders but grimaces soon after, as she remembers what happened. She had fallen asleep crying, all thanks to Itachi.
She scowls as she remembers his cruel words and the awful sensation of the genjustsu he had trapped her in, she didn't deserve that. All that just because she tried to make their relationship civil. She hisses in pain, her sore limbs cracking and groaning in protest as she gets up from the floor.
She could feel the stinging sensation of dried tears on her cheeks and the inevitable puffiness of her face. Above all she felt this immense sadness, she thought he would at least come in to check on her or apologise but he didn't, what a jerk indeed.
The shuffling in the bedroom alerts Itachi that she's awake. He planned to go in earlier but decided against it after hearing how hard she she was crying, the last thing she needed was to see his face. Now however, he had no more excuses to not apologise.
He slowly approaches the bedroom, his heart thumping in his chest. What if she tells her grandfather about this? What if Hiruzen decides to cancel their deal and go ahead with the execution of the Uchiha because of this? He couldn't believe he let his emotions get the best of him like that, the Uchiha could be dead by tonight thanks to him.
Knock knock. He knows twice on the door, his mind still racing with thoughts. He needed to make her forget about this whole thing one way or the other, the future of the clan, of his little brother depended on it.
Knock knock. Perhaps he should just be friendly with her, that was what she wanted after all. Maybe if he gave her what she wanted then she wouldn't tell on him. Itachi cringed at his internal monologue, he really let things spin out of control. He felt like he was eight years old again, trying to convince Sasuke not to tell on him to their parents by bribing him with attention and piggyback rides. Humiliating.
Knock kno- The door swings open revealing an angry Y/N, her eyes were puffy and red, her cheeks stained with dry tears. Itachi's heart sinks at the sight and he doesn't even know why. He absolutely did not want to take it this far, he hadn't meant to hurt her like this. "Y/N..."
She stares at him, as if trying to convey her emotions with her eyes, her eyes that were filled with pain and resentment, towards him. He slowly walks into the room, shutting the door behind them. Sitting on the bed, he waits for her to join him, sighing in relief when she does. He can sense the hesitation in her, it's almost as if she's scared of him now, he sighs, he really messed up.
"I am sorry Y/N. My actions were....unbecoming of someone of my status, much less as your husband". She keeps her head turned away from him petutantly, he was joking if he thought that was all it was going to take to obtain her forgiveness. She fake sniffles, deciding to punish him, hoping to give him 1/10th of the torment he put her through.
Itachi panicks as he hears her sniffle, before he can stop himself his hands are moving to turn her face towards his. They both stare at each other in shock at itachi's very unusual display of affection, he quickly withdraws his hands, clearing his throat as he tries to dispel the now akward atmosphere. "I understand the severity of what I did and I don't expect your forgiveness but I am truly sorry" he has to force the words out of his throat, reminding himself he was doing this for his clan's sake.
She looks at him in skepticism, not believing a damn word he's saying. She wasn't stupid, she knew he was only apologising because he didn't want her to tell on him. Her chest twisted as she took in the fact that he didn't even value her emotions, she sighs turning further away from him, she wished he would just get out.
The next few moments were like slow motion, one minute she was getting ready to tell him to leave, the next minute she felt him wrap his arms around her. What. The. Heck. She blinked rapidly in surprise before doing a double take, Itachi was indeed hugging her! And....she couldn't say it felt bad. Maybe it was the fatigue, maybe it was the emotional trauma but she let herself relax into him. He was warm and smelt like a rainy day.
Itachi lets out a breath when he feels her relax into his touch, he knew he had to show her he was sorry not just say it. It felt strange, all his instincts were screaming at him not to do this, he knew he had started to fall down a bottomless hole, surely he could not be letting himself enjoy this.
But would that be so wrong? His whole life he had trained himself like a machine, deliberately preventing himself from getting attached to anyone because the truth was, he couldn't.
His health put a ticking time bomb on his life and he knew it was only a matter of time before he would succumb to sickness.
He couldn't do this to her, he couldn't let her fall in love with him and then leave her but despite the storm raging in his mind, he felt himself pulling her closer. He held her tight as he breathed in the scent of her hair, he felt his defenses crumbling and for once, he decided to let it happen. He would let himself this one selfish thing before he eventually met his demise, he would let himself love.
Months go by and true to his resolution, Itachi let himself grow closer to Y/N. They grew accustomed to each other's company, slept in the same bed and even called eachother pet names, Itachi's favourite for her being 'flower'.
Yet deep in his heart, he knew this was wrong. He knew he was doing a terrible thing, letting her love him knowing he could die at any moment, he shook his head trying to clear his thoughts as he waited on the living room couch. The sky outside was painted beautifully with hues of orange and pink as the sun set. It was 6:28pm, much longer than when she was supposed to be home from work.
On a normal day, Itachi wouldn't even be home by this time but since he had no missions today, he decided to relax. His relaxation was cut short however, when he realized his wife wasn't back home the time she was supposed to be. Y/N was never really late on the days he was home, she was always home by 5 or a few minutes after. He was starting to get worried, was she ok? Did something happen?.
His thoughts were cut short as she pushed through the living room door "Hi tachi, sorry I'm home late" she greets with a tight smile. Itachi was up on his feet immediately, something was wrong, her hair was disheveled and she looked shaken, not to mention that fake smile she just tried to fool him with. "Y/N... what happened?"
Her eyes widen as she hears his question, she shakes her head before trying to push past him "nothing I'm fine" Itachi blocks her path as he observes her with worry, he squints noticing her hiding her left arm behind her back. "What are you doing? What happend to your hand" he asks trying to grab her hand, his eyes widening in shock as she jerks it back almost immediately, stumbling away from him. "N-nothing! I already told you" He frowns as he watches her lie and move away from him "No more games Y/N let me see your hand" "It's fine tachi, really!".
He scoffs as he approaches her slowly, determined to find out what's wrong with her. "I said I'm fine" she argues bringing her right hand to his chest to shove him back but Itachi uses the opening to grab the hand on his chest and yank her forward. She yelps as she stumbles into him, instinctively bringing out her left hand to balance herself. Itachi sees this and finally grabs the hand she had been hiding, bringing it up to his face to inspect it.
His eyes widen as he takes in the sight, her knuckles are busted, blood caking the skin. Her usually smooth skin is littered with cut and bruises. "What the hell Y/N! What is this?" "I-I fell" "Cut the bullshit! Tell me what happened right now!" Itachi pleads, his chest tightening as he takes in her injured fist "please...."
She sighs as she taking in the distraught look on his face, she hated when he worried about her. "My boss came in to work drunk today..." she starts, Itachi nods listening intently, cradling her bruised fist in his larger one, gently caressing the flesh. "He started making a scene and yelling at eveyone, we had no idea what to do and we couldn't exactly call the police on him. Then he approached me.....he started telling me I was the worst worker there and that I was only in my position because of ji-chan. He called me names too, then he...." she stops, her face contorting in discomfort.
"Then he what?" Itachi urges, moving his hand to rub her shoulder comfortingly. She takes a deep breath "...Then he touched me".
"..."
"..."
"...he did what?"
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Ya'll this was supposed to be fluff but then the spirit of angst possessed me and I started writing about Itachi's illness 😭 guess this story's not gonna have a happy ending. Also just so you know, Itachi's gonna beat a bitch up in part 3.
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