Title: One Day, One Room
Pairing: Kakanaru
Summary: A collection of drabbles, ficlets, and whatnot.
Warnings: See individual chapters.
Disclaimer: I most definitely do not own Naruto or any of the characters or elements of said series, for Kishimoto, I am not, and I don't plan on being him ever.
Title: Operation: Relaxation
Pairing: Kakanaru
Summary: Post-Pein Konoha needed a Hokage, and who better for the job than our favorite blond shinobi. The only problem was, according to one silver-haired man, Naruto was doing too good a job, and was absolutely exhausted. Of course, Kakashi resolved to fix this.
Warnings: OOC, AU, Shonen-ai, excessive use of pink, cheesy-ness.
Written for "It's midnight, and the spell is over.", Octocoffee's prompt on the Kakanaru LJ community. Welcome to my first foray into fanfiction, and it is un-beta'd.
The moon shone brightly, illuminating the path as Hatake Kakashi and Uzumaki Naruto slowly ambled down the mountain.
Earlier that evening, Kakashi had all but carried the blond up the Hokage Mountain for what the silver haired man dubbed Operation: Relax Naruto.
As they continued walking, Naruto couldn't help but let out an exhausted sigh, feeling exceedingly tired.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the pink picnic basket Kakashi had borrowed from Sakura. He couldn't for the life of him figure out why Kakashi hadn't simply bought a more normal one, but chocked it up to be one of Kakashi's "relaxation" tactics.
He would be shameless enough to carry baby pink around.
When he first saw it earlier that day, the cute pink had been so hilariously contrasting against the legendary navy-clad nin that Naruto couldn't help but chuckle.
But it had felt good to laugh; it seemed as if it had been ages since he'd had time to.
And despite its oddity, the "operation" was a success; the day had been good, amazing even.
Though Kakashi's attempt at cooking had been rather atrocious, Naruto was happy just spending the entire evening with his lover, simply lying together in the calm created by the rushing wind and night sky.
The memory of that paradise had Naruto sighing again, only this time in despair.
It had been beautiful, being entranced in each other's presence. It was as if the rest of the world had disappeared and all that was left was the moon, the stars and them.
But now, it's midnight, and the spell is over.
Now, as they headed back toward a village that was a shadow of its former self, toward a Konoha left devastated by Pein's invasion, toward all of those scared people, Naruto couldn't help but wish that he could stay in paradise forever.
But he knew the village – the people, needed their Hokage to be strong, to be hopeful. To give them hope.
So, true to his nature, Naruto pushed aside all of his own wishes and steeled himself, resolving to do whatever was needed for the village he so dearly loved.
And when he saw the lights of Konoha's hospital and of the village's streetlights and of his (because despite everything they'd done to him, they were his) people, Naruto perked up, and when Kakashi squeezed his hand lightly, reassuringly, Naruto couldn't help but think that, perhaps, he had been in paradise all along.
Meanwhile
After his short (5 mile) morning jog (sprint), the miniature green beast Rock Lee entered the currently empty apartment he and Sakura shared with an energetic door slam that shook the building's foundations in its enthusiasm.
Eager to surprise Sakura with the picnic he planned, he shamelessly shucked off his spandex suit in the living room, heading towards the bathroom for a shower.
He glanced idly into the kitchen as he walked by, only to perform a double-take and rush into the room, searching frantically for the pink picnic basket he'd put there.
(He'd bought it because it matched Sakura's "youthful" bubblegum pink hair.)
Tears rolling down his face, Lee fell to his knees, loudly mourning the "unyouthful" loss of his "glorious" plans for his "fair maiden".
"Even the snacks I prepared to refuel our flames of youth are gone!" he lamented, before jumping to his feet, flames lit in his eyes.
"It must be a sign! I must come up with an even more youthful idea! Yosh! Maybe Gai-sensei will help me!"
And with that, the currently not-so-green beast clone was running out in search of the original.
It was only after a multitude of traumatized screams and subsequent thuds of fainting, that he realized he was still naked. Sheepishly, he rushed back to his apartment to shower, resolving to find his sensei afterwards.
One week later
From the makeshift Hokage office, Naruto and Kakashi easily heard the loud music coming from the village center.
Glancing briefly at each other, they quickly head towards the source.
The first thing Naruto saw was the horrid neon-pink banner and matching stage. (They didn't have baby pink at the store.) The second thing he saw was much worse… much, much worse.
On the stage, two pink beasts of Konoha were dancing while serenading what looked to be a mortified Sakura.
Naruto glanced at Kakashi in horror, only to see a wide-eyed jaw-dropped Copy-nin staring at the scene with what looked like morbid fascination… and fear… a lot of fear.
Normally, Naruto would have laughed at the expression, but he only turned to the scene again completely agreeing with Kakashi's assessment.
It was only then he noticed the crowd.
Naruto watched blankly as people rushed to the area, drawn by the music, only to faint after a couple of minutes of staring.
When shinobi working on village reconstruction began showing up, Naruto snapped out of it, rushing to stop the torture.
Now, after Rasengan-ing the speakers to stop the sound (he wasn't really thinking clearly), and moving over 100 victims, Naruto managed to get Lee and Gai into his office (and out of sight).
When they began explaining about the pink picnic basket, Kakashi blanched, before attempting to inch towards the window.
After a long explanation filled with shouting and "youthful sunsets", Naruto quickly ordered them to change before turning to glare furiously at his soon-to-be-dead lover.
"This is all your fault." He hissed. "You just had to be lazy and take his pink basket didn't you?"
Kakashi only continued to inch away.
It seemed Operation: Relax Naruto wasn't so much of a success after all.
And thus ends my first uploaded fic (It was also posted on LiveJournal in the Kakanaru comm.). Kind of a cheesy and corny story, with a random transition from serious to crazy, but whatever.
I plan for this to be a drabble collection containing short stories and such for this pairing.
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