Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Tomorrow That Never Comes ❯ Chapter 8: Anyone Else But You ( Chapter 8 )
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By: Xander B 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama / Action / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.22.2008 | Updated On: 07.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 453 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama / Action / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.22.2008 | Updated On: 07.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 453 | Status: Completed
Tomorrow That Never Comes
Warnings: Slight angst, severely fluffy bits, and whatever else there might be.
“The stars are aligned, but they don't align for us
Excuse me for I am the ocean, and I will starve for you
Will you know how to stay brave?
Such fragile moments we share
You are my everything
Even with nothing to say...”
-'...Off by Heart' by City and Colour
Chapter 8: Anyone Else But You
Morning comes on the breathe of dawn, wisps of mist swirling through the fields of Konoha. I breathe in, something tickling my nose as I do so. I crack an eye open experimentally to see a head of very soft, very blond hair just beneath my chin. I smile. My arms are wrapped tightly around said blond and he has snuggled himself as close as physically possible to my chest. 'Naruto', my mind whispers his name through my muddled morning thoughts. I sigh. Last night was real, I realize belatedly. I search the recesses of my psyche, but find that I cannot bring myself to regret the past evening's events. I love him.
The creaking of the old door to my bedroom distracts me from my mind's ramblings and I see the disheveled head of my three-year-old poking in through the opening. Her eyes widen as she sees Naruto in the spot that is usually reserved for her. I can see her eyes falling back disappointedly as she realizes she has been replaced by the one she has dubbed her 'Chichiue'. I wait and watch her. Naruto stirs and twists his head to peer at the open door and Haru staring back at him. I can feel him start as he meets her eyes.
“Hey there, pretty girl.” He says softly, his voice still roughened with slumber. She jumps as if she's been caught with a hand in the forbidden cookie jar and tears begin to roll down her cheeks before she bolts from the room, the slamming of her door just down the hall evident. I am moving before we have a chance to say our good mornings. Naruto's hand on my wrist stills me.
“Let me talk to her.” He says, looking up at me, his hair sticking out at odd angles as his eyes warm me in the early morning light. I am about to protest, but think better of it, nodding instead. He will have to be able to deal with her anyway if we want this relationship to work out. He stands up and stretches, obviously not sore. I am nearly disappointed when I remember the fox that he harbor's within him. 'Of course he's not sore' my mind reprimands me. He pulls on the shorts I had been wearing last night before leaving the room. I sit on the bed for just a few moments before moving to pull on a new pair of shorts from my drawer. I follow after him down the hall.
The door to Haru's room is open and he is sitting with her on her bed. She appears to be hiding beneath the covers. I stand in the doorway, leaning on the door jam, watching them attentively.
“Go away.” she cries from under the lump of blankets on her bed, “I don't want to talk to you Chichiue. You took Otou-san from me.” Naruto shakes his head before he speaks to her.
“Haru-chan, I assure you that I could never take your Otou-san away from you. Why do you think that?” He asks lightly, prodding her for more information. She sniffles from inside her haven.
“Because I always get to crawl into Otou-san's futon in the morning, but today, you were there instead.” She sounds so upset. I smile at the childish answer she gives. I sometimes forget that she is only three when she is acting so much more mature during other times, but times like this remind me of her real age. I can see Naruto smile as well.
“Haru-chan, will you come out of there and talk to me for a moment? It's very important.” He says in reply, peeling the covers away from her tear-stained and reddened face. I watch the scene unfold as an outsider. She looks up at him with watery jade eyes and waits patiently for him to continue. He smiles down at her and wipes the tears from her delicate cheeks before finishing what he has to say. “Haru-chan, you will always be welcome into your Otou-san's futon even if I am there. There will always be room for you. You can snuggle down right in between us if that will make you feel better. Your Otou-san could never replace you.” He says softly leaning over her slightly. She looks as though she's thinking over what he's said for a moment, before she determines what her answer will be.
“You promise?” She asks, wiping her face on her sleeve and sniffling once more. I shake my head and keep smiling. Naruto nods and no sooner does he then she is in his arms, hugging him tightly, thrusting tiny fingers into his hair, her habit. He wraps muscled arms around her gently and holds her small frame close to him before standing with her still in his arms. He looks at me.
“Do you think you could grab some breakfast?” He asks as he moves to take Haru into my bedroom. I merely nod before walking down to the kitchen. I whip up some waffles, Haru's favorite, as quickly as I can as well as brewing some hot tea for all of us. Honey tea for Haru and White willow and chicory tea for Naruto and I. I place the waffles and some fruit on a tray with the steaming tea as well as a small pot of whipped cream and balance it in my hands skillfully as I move back up the stairs into my room. I kick the door closed behind me as I enter.
I stop abruptly and stare at the two of them sitting upon the comforter. Haru is sitting on Naruto's lap, tracing a large star shaped scar on his chest. How did I notice it last night? The scar is one I remember, since I was the one to give it to him. I don't understand why it is even still there. The fox should have gotten rid of it. I decide to ask him about it later. They are speaking together quietly and appear to be ignoring me. Haru's attention has been diverted to the necklace dangling around Naruto's neck, the one Tsunade had given him.
I am pleasantly shocked when he removes the necklace from his neck and places it around Haru's, making sure to tighten it so that it is not too long on her, as he promises her, “If you ever need anything, you can count on me.” I smile and clear my throat, interrupting the sweet moment between my daughter and my lover. They both turn and smile at me sheepishly.
I sit next to them on the bed and we all dig in to the breakfast that I made. Naruto and Haru both make noises of appreciation as they delve into the fruit and waffles. I merely find myself shaking my head and listening to their chatter happily.
I find myself content to just stay in bed with them, my two loves, for the rest of the day. I smile at that thought and snuggle back into the pillows, watching them. Haru falls asleep between Naruto and I shortly after breakfast and I look over her to meet his eyes, brilliant cerulean flashing warmth and something I haven't seen in them for a very long time, happiness shines back at me from within the sapphire depths and his mouth catches my attention. 'I love you', his lips read and I smile softly back at him, my own lips already forming the words that have already become reflex.
'I love you'
TBC...
Warnings: Slight angst, severely fluffy bits, and whatever else there might be.
“The stars are aligned, but they don't align for us
Excuse me for I am the ocean, and I will starve for you
Will you know how to stay brave?
Such fragile moments we share
You are my everything
Even with nothing to say...”
-'...Off by Heart' by City and Colour
Chapter 8: Anyone Else But You
Morning comes on the breathe of dawn, wisps of mist swirling through the fields of Konoha. I breathe in, something tickling my nose as I do so. I crack an eye open experimentally to see a head of very soft, very blond hair just beneath my chin. I smile. My arms are wrapped tightly around said blond and he has snuggled himself as close as physically possible to my chest. 'Naruto', my mind whispers his name through my muddled morning thoughts. I sigh. Last night was real, I realize belatedly. I search the recesses of my psyche, but find that I cannot bring myself to regret the past evening's events. I love him.
The creaking of the old door to my bedroom distracts me from my mind's ramblings and I see the disheveled head of my three-year-old poking in through the opening. Her eyes widen as she sees Naruto in the spot that is usually reserved for her. I can see her eyes falling back disappointedly as she realizes she has been replaced by the one she has dubbed her 'Chichiue'. I wait and watch her. Naruto stirs and twists his head to peer at the open door and Haru staring back at him. I can feel him start as he meets her eyes.
“Hey there, pretty girl.” He says softly, his voice still roughened with slumber. She jumps as if she's been caught with a hand in the forbidden cookie jar and tears begin to roll down her cheeks before she bolts from the room, the slamming of her door just down the hall evident. I am moving before we have a chance to say our good mornings. Naruto's hand on my wrist stills me.
“Let me talk to her.” He says, looking up at me, his hair sticking out at odd angles as his eyes warm me in the early morning light. I am about to protest, but think better of it, nodding instead. He will have to be able to deal with her anyway if we want this relationship to work out. He stands up and stretches, obviously not sore. I am nearly disappointed when I remember the fox that he harbor's within him. 'Of course he's not sore' my mind reprimands me. He pulls on the shorts I had been wearing last night before leaving the room. I sit on the bed for just a few moments before moving to pull on a new pair of shorts from my drawer. I follow after him down the hall.
The door to Haru's room is open and he is sitting with her on her bed. She appears to be hiding beneath the covers. I stand in the doorway, leaning on the door jam, watching them attentively.
“Go away.” she cries from under the lump of blankets on her bed, “I don't want to talk to you Chichiue. You took Otou-san from me.” Naruto shakes his head before he speaks to her.
“Haru-chan, I assure you that I could never take your Otou-san away from you. Why do you think that?” He asks lightly, prodding her for more information. She sniffles from inside her haven.
“Because I always get to crawl into Otou-san's futon in the morning, but today, you were there instead.” She sounds so upset. I smile at the childish answer she gives. I sometimes forget that she is only three when she is acting so much more mature during other times, but times like this remind me of her real age. I can see Naruto smile as well.
“Haru-chan, will you come out of there and talk to me for a moment? It's very important.” He says in reply, peeling the covers away from her tear-stained and reddened face. I watch the scene unfold as an outsider. She looks up at him with watery jade eyes and waits patiently for him to continue. He smiles down at her and wipes the tears from her delicate cheeks before finishing what he has to say. “Haru-chan, you will always be welcome into your Otou-san's futon even if I am there. There will always be room for you. You can snuggle down right in between us if that will make you feel better. Your Otou-san could never replace you.” He says softly leaning over her slightly. She looks as though she's thinking over what he's said for a moment, before she determines what her answer will be.
“You promise?” She asks, wiping her face on her sleeve and sniffling once more. I shake my head and keep smiling. Naruto nods and no sooner does he then she is in his arms, hugging him tightly, thrusting tiny fingers into his hair, her habit. He wraps muscled arms around her gently and holds her small frame close to him before standing with her still in his arms. He looks at me.
“Do you think you could grab some breakfast?” He asks as he moves to take Haru into my bedroom. I merely nod before walking down to the kitchen. I whip up some waffles, Haru's favorite, as quickly as I can as well as brewing some hot tea for all of us. Honey tea for Haru and White willow and chicory tea for Naruto and I. I place the waffles and some fruit on a tray with the steaming tea as well as a small pot of whipped cream and balance it in my hands skillfully as I move back up the stairs into my room. I kick the door closed behind me as I enter.
I stop abruptly and stare at the two of them sitting upon the comforter. Haru is sitting on Naruto's lap, tracing a large star shaped scar on his chest. How did I notice it last night? The scar is one I remember, since I was the one to give it to him. I don't understand why it is even still there. The fox should have gotten rid of it. I decide to ask him about it later. They are speaking together quietly and appear to be ignoring me. Haru's attention has been diverted to the necklace dangling around Naruto's neck, the one Tsunade had given him.
I am pleasantly shocked when he removes the necklace from his neck and places it around Haru's, making sure to tighten it so that it is not too long on her, as he promises her, “If you ever need anything, you can count on me.” I smile and clear my throat, interrupting the sweet moment between my daughter and my lover. They both turn and smile at me sheepishly.
I sit next to them on the bed and we all dig in to the breakfast that I made. Naruto and Haru both make noises of appreciation as they delve into the fruit and waffles. I merely find myself shaking my head and listening to their chatter happily.
I find myself content to just stay in bed with them, my two loves, for the rest of the day. I smile at that thought and snuggle back into the pillows, watching them. Haru falls asleep between Naruto and I shortly after breakfast and I look over her to meet his eyes, brilliant cerulean flashing warmth and something I haven't seen in them for a very long time, happiness shines back at me from within the sapphire depths and his mouth catches my attention. 'I love you', his lips read and I smile softly back at him, my own lips already forming the words that have already become reflex.
'I love you'
TBC...