Between a Scarecrow and a Cherry Blossom

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of its characters and make no money from this. Masashi Kishimoto does.

 

The Moment

 

Number Two

 

"Happy birthday, Kakashi." Sakura whispered as she lay entangled with her husband, enjoying a lazy morning with him. It wasn't every day that they got to sleep in.

"It's not my birthday." Kakashi grumbled, eyes still stubbornly closed. Growing a year older had lost its appeal a long, long time ago. Now it sounded like a clock's ticking, a countdown to an event he didn't desire to ponder over.

"Of course it is, dummy." The kunoichi chastised with a playful slap to his naked chest. "You're sixty today."

"Are you sure it's not thirty?" The Copy Nin sighed while rolling onto his side. He pulled his lover closer against him, stroking her paling hair. Thirty had been a nice age. Old enough to be respected, but still too young to experience the aches and pains that came with age.

"Stop messing around." Sakura chuckled as she placed an affectionate kiss on his shoulder. "The Hokage already offered you to retire. If you feel that old, then you should accept."

True. Five years ago, he had been offered his retirement. Yet, with his wife still on active duty, he couldn't find it in himself to indulge. Even if he'd worked since such an early age and thoroughly deserved to enjoy his old days in peace, he preferred to remain in the work force. He might not have had the stamina and endurance he did at twenty, but he was still a fearsome enemy.

And of course, he couldn't let his beloved cherry blossom go out on missions all alone, fearing for her life until she returned.

"I love you, Sakura." Kakashi breathed out, wrapping his arms tightly around the younger woman.

"I love you too, Kakashi."


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