Heaven Can Wait (止卡/四卡)
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fatimaDisclaimer: If they were mine, they’d be doing far more entertaining things in the manga.
Spoilers: Through Kakashi Gaiden.
Pairing: Shisui/Kakashi, Yondaime/Kakashi implications
Rating: R for language and implied sex.
Note: A sequel to Incognito. Released for Yondaime-sama’s 2007 birthday.
Heaven Can Wait
by Renata Lord (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snowlight)
Heaven can wait, but I cannot.
—Bonny Hicks, 1968-1997
*
“I’m leaving Anbu.”
The damning words had impulsively, almost inadvertently, spilled from Shisui’s lips.
This particular hot summer night was an unusually oppressive one, and they were coated in a sheen of each other’s sweat. Their naked limbs were mangled in an unshapely pile on the bed, but Shisui could feel Kakashi’s forehead resting on his collar bones with a familiar, motionless weight.
There was no immediate reaction so he repeated himself, this time with more conviction and bile.
“I’m leaving, Kakashi.”
He felt the person draped over him giving a small shrug. Then against his skin come a muffled voice, barely half-awake.
“…‘Have a good life’, I guess?”
Shisui narrowed his eyes. He moved to tighten his embrace around Kakashi’s exposed back, and the body in his arms did not bother to resist. This gave him an odd sense of security, enough for him to make a request that was perhaps childish in both its simplicity and foolishness.
“We can leave together.”
There was a short silence, but Kakashi at last stirred. Shisui saw those familiar hard-glinted eyes, one black and one red, peering at him intently underneath a mop of silver hair. The voice had shed that sleepy shroud.
“No way I’ll leave Anbu. Not while that man is still hokage. I thought you knew that.”
That man. These two small words grated on Shisui’s nerves more than he thought was possible, even though he could not quite explain why. He pressed his lips into a thin line, cocked his head and glared at Kakashi. It was a look of stern disapproval, of course, but with it also a soundless plea.
True to nature, Kakashi did not relent.
“…besides, your family will never approve of this. The jounin exam is already over for this year.” There was no way Shisui’s parents would let their much-touted child prodigy stay a mere special jounin for almost an entire year at the overripe age of sixteen.
This grim reminder, unfortunately, only deterred Shisui for a small moment. After that the pent-up anger returned, as dark and inexplicable as ever.
“Fuck them,” he growled with the typical aplomb of someone who hadn’t the faintest idea what he was getting himself into. “Fuck the Uchiha name. Just you wait. One day I’m gonna slit—”
He abruptly stopped in spite of himself, frozen in both guilt and fear. Kakashi deftly used this opening to free himself from Shisui’s forceful embrace and pinned the raven-haired youth down underneath him. After the reflexive struggling had stopped, Kakashi leaned down and stared directly onto Shisui’s face, watching those black eyes slowing turning into a burning crimson.
“Don’t say anything stupid, Uchiha. I don’t want to have to report you.”
There was a vehement coldness in that voice, so chilling that Shisui almost felt burnt. He felt something inside him snap but, for once, did not rush to rein in those dangerous impulses. For a long moment he simply stared back at Kakashi, bloody red against the odd eye, both sides equally unforgiving.
Then his lips moved. Audacious sounds began to form in his throat. He knew he should have been absolutely terrified at uttering those words, but he wasn’t. In fact, he never felt so calm, so sure, in his entire goddamn life.
“Like I’d tell you. Our hokage’s good lil’ boytoy that you are.”
*
He didn’t have to look at Kakashi to know that he had done it, but it was so deeply satisfying to see that normally inscrutable face distorting in both thinly checked rage and unmistakenable pain. He held his breath and didn’t want to even blink—at last he had found him, the real Kakashi—under the porcelain mask, under the black fabric, the Kakashi who had built a seemingly impregnable fortress.
There was only one opening, one chance to break through all those layers of defense and lay waste to the core. And Uchiha Shisui had found it.
Kakashi’s hands began to tremble uncontrollably, as if he was having trouble deciding which part of the body underneath him he could do the most damage to in the most gruesome of fashions.
Biting down on his lips until they were seeping blood, he moved his face even closer. His breath was hot and menacing on Shisui’s mouth.
“….what? You jealous?”
It was an accusation, and Shisui was all too aware of his own crimes. Some unwritten law, some previously mutual understanding…something had been broken, and it was impossible to amend or regain.
Yet he had no regrets. He knew there would be none, for as long as he would live. He could no longer bear to linger in the gray shades with Kakashi. It was either all or nothing. Heaven could wait, yes. But not Shisui. Not in this life.
Perhaps that’s why he moved to kiss those silvery eyelashes. An awkward gesture given the position he was in, and deceivingly chaste. After the feat was achieved he sank back onto the bed, his lips curled up in a malicious grin and his eyes bright with fire again.
“Yeah you bet. Crazy like you wouldn’t believe.”
It sounded like a dying man’s last confession. Quite fittingly, at this rate he would be dead in no time at all. The hands on his throat had already tightened dangerously. It took all his strength to not fight back by instinct. In the meanwhile Kakashi, it seemed, also had to check in a murderous rage of his own.
But in Shisui’s peripheral vision, all he could notice was how deathly white did Kakashi’s skin appear in the wane moonlight. The window had not been closed, even though the outside world—with Konoha, katana shop, Anbu halls and the 4th Hokage in it—seemed a lifetime away. In this room there was only Kakashi, the gods’ creation in alabaster, immaculate in his barely muted fury.
“Don’t you ever—ever—talk about him like that again, you fucking son of a bitch.” Kakashi hissed in a whisper. The underlying message couldn’t have been more clear, yet the tone was oddly soft, even conspiratorial. It was a secret after all, and one that was meant to be kept hidden for a thousand years, until the rivers run dry and mountains give way to wind and dust.
Only then, perhaps, would he be able to give a proper reply.
*
[Finis]
迟到的四代大人2007冥诞纪念文……仍然唐僧得让人无法忍受。= =||||||
它能得以见天日，还要多谢Shizumi+鸢尾+冰炎。不过我终究是没法黑掉四代大人啊～～～泪奔。诸君，我对不起你们！(猛虎落地式)
以后真的不能再写止卡了。= = 哪怕伪的都不能了，因为我越写越发现我对这位大好青年没爱……一丁点都没有。
Spoilers: Through Kakashi Gaiden.
Pairing: Shisui/Kakashi, Yondaime/Kakashi implications
Rating: R for language and implied sex.
Note: A sequel to Incognito. Released for Yondaime-sama’s 2007 birthday.
Heaven Can Wait
by Renata Lord (
snowlight)Heaven can wait, but I cannot.
—Bonny Hicks, 1968-1997
*
“I’m leaving Anbu.”
The damning words had impulsively, almost inadvertently, spilled from Shisui’s lips.
This particular hot summer night was an unusually oppressive one, and they were coated in a sheen of each other’s sweat. Their naked limbs were mangled in an unshapely pile on the bed, but Shisui could feel Kakashi’s forehead resting on his collar bones with a familiar, motionless weight.
There was no immediate reaction so he repeated himself, this time with more conviction and bile.
“I’m leaving, Kakashi.”
He felt the person draped over him giving a small shrug. Then against his skin come a muffled voice, barely half-awake.
“…‘Have a good life’, I guess?”
Shisui narrowed his eyes. He moved to tighten his embrace around Kakashi’s exposed back, and the body in his arms did not bother to resist. This gave him an odd sense of security, enough for him to make a request that was perhaps childish in both its simplicity and foolishness.
“We can leave together.”
There was a short silence, but Kakashi at last stirred. Shisui saw those familiar hard-glinted eyes, one black and one red, peering at him intently underneath a mop of silver hair. The voice had shed that sleepy shroud.
“No way I’ll leave Anbu. Not while that man is still hokage. I thought you knew that.”
That man. These two small words grated on Shisui’s nerves more than he thought was possible, even though he could not quite explain why. He pressed his lips into a thin line, cocked his head and glared at Kakashi. It was a look of stern disapproval, of course, but with it also a soundless plea.
True to nature, Kakashi did not relent.
“…besides, your family will never approve of this. The jounin exam is already over for this year.” There was no way Shisui’s parents would let their much-touted child prodigy stay a mere special jounin for almost an entire year at the overripe age of sixteen.
This grim reminder, unfortunately, only deterred Shisui for a small moment. After that the pent-up anger returned, as dark and inexplicable as ever.
“Fuck them,” he growled with the typical aplomb of someone who hadn’t the faintest idea what he was getting himself into. “Fuck the Uchiha name. Just you wait. One day I’m gonna slit—”
He abruptly stopped in spite of himself, frozen in both guilt and fear. Kakashi deftly used this opening to free himself from Shisui’s forceful embrace and pinned the raven-haired youth down underneath him. After the reflexive struggling had stopped, Kakashi leaned down and stared directly onto Shisui’s face, watching those black eyes slowing turning into a burning crimson.
“Don’t say anything stupid, Uchiha. I don’t want to have to report you.”
There was a vehement coldness in that voice, so chilling that Shisui almost felt burnt. He felt something inside him snap but, for once, did not rush to rein in those dangerous impulses. For a long moment he simply stared back at Kakashi, bloody red against the odd eye, both sides equally unforgiving.
Then his lips moved. Audacious sounds began to form in his throat. He knew he should have been absolutely terrified at uttering those words, but he wasn’t. In fact, he never felt so calm, so sure, in his entire goddamn life.
“Like I’d tell you. Our hokage’s good lil’ boytoy that you are.”
*
He didn’t have to look at Kakashi to know that he had done it, but it was so deeply satisfying to see that normally inscrutable face distorting in both thinly checked rage and unmistakenable pain. He held his breath and didn’t want to even blink—at last he had found him, the real Kakashi—under the porcelain mask, under the black fabric, the Kakashi who had built a seemingly impregnable fortress.
There was only one opening, one chance to break through all those layers of defense and lay waste to the core. And Uchiha Shisui had found it.
Kakashi’s hands began to tremble uncontrollably, as if he was having trouble deciding which part of the body underneath him he could do the most damage to in the most gruesome of fashions.
Biting down on his lips until they were seeping blood, he moved his face even closer. His breath was hot and menacing on Shisui’s mouth.
“….what? You jealous?”
It was an accusation, and Shisui was all too aware of his own crimes. Some unwritten law, some previously mutual understanding…something had been broken, and it was impossible to amend or regain.
Yet he had no regrets. He knew there would be none, for as long as he would live. He could no longer bear to linger in the gray shades with Kakashi. It was either all or nothing. Heaven could wait, yes. But not Shisui. Not in this life.
Perhaps that’s why he moved to kiss those silvery eyelashes. An awkward gesture given the position he was in, and deceivingly chaste. After the feat was achieved he sank back onto the bed, his lips curled up in a malicious grin and his eyes bright with fire again.
“Yeah you bet. Crazy like you wouldn’t believe.”
It sounded like a dying man’s last confession. Quite fittingly, at this rate he would be dead in no time at all. The hands on his throat had already tightened dangerously. It took all his strength to not fight back by instinct. In the meanwhile Kakashi, it seemed, also had to check in a murderous rage of his own.
But in Shisui’s peripheral vision, all he could notice was how deathly white did Kakashi’s skin appear in the wane moonlight. The window had not been closed, even though the outside world—with Konoha, katana shop, Anbu halls and the 4th Hokage in it—seemed a lifetime away. In this room there was only Kakashi, the gods’ creation in alabaster, immaculate in his barely muted fury.
“Don’t you ever—ever—talk about him like that again, you fucking son of a bitch.” Kakashi hissed in a whisper. The underlying message couldn’t have been more clear, yet the tone was oddly soft, even conspiratorial. It was a secret after all, and one that was meant to be kept hidden for a thousand years, until the rivers run dry and mountains give way to wind and dust.
Only then, perhaps, would he be able to give a proper reply.
*
[Finis]
迟到的四代大人2007冥诞纪念文……仍然唐僧得让人无法忍受。= =||||||
它能得以见天日，还要多谢Shizumi+鸢尾+冰炎。不过我终究是没法黑掉四代大人啊～～～泪奔。诸君，我对不起你们！(猛虎落地式)
以后真的不能再写止卡了。= = 哪怕伪的都不能了，因为我越写越发现我对这位大好青年没爱……一丁点都没有。
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Thanks for reading~
Date: 2007-02-03 03:02 am (UTC)PS, if you are interested, there is another Naruto fic I wrote. It's gen, featuring 4sama and Kakashi: Blue as Blood.