[Closed] I wish I could lay down beside you..

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Who: Yamato and Kakashi
When: December 31st an hour or so before midnight
Where: Roof of the Oolong Dragon (Yamato's apartment)
What: Yamato spends new years on his roof with good sake. Kakashi joins him.

With little past to speak of, Yamato had few traditions, but the one's he did have, he held in high regard and honored them whenever his free time allowed. New Year's spent with Tae-san over a bottle of excellent sake, was no exception and given the upheaval of the past half year, he was more than eager to politely decline all other invitations in favor of the matrons company. 

They shared the tasks of preparing food and settled around the back table of the tea shop, whiling away the early evening with pots of tea and hit the sake soon after (under Tae-sans insistence).
The lantern light was soft and their conversation amicable from years of sharing the same building and each others stories and Yamato relaxed, little by little, as the night wore on.

An hour before midnight found the table clear and his kindly neighbor, hugging him tight about the waist, as she bid him goodnight and a happy new year before she retired to bed. It had been the same every year; her aversion to loud noises, fireworks in particular, having never lessened in the many years he'd known her.

So it was, that with the shop lights dimmed, Yamato snagged a blanket and the last of the sake and headed for the roof above; settling down with something like childish delight - if not a little drunken silliness - to view the fireworks and see the new year in as he'd done so many times before.  
 

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[scarecrowboy]

Kakashi didn't question Yamato as he put his shirt back on, nor did he try to stop him; Kakashi himself was much too riddled with insecurities to deny him that small mercy, especially since Yamato was relatively new to having the scar on show. It didn't matter either way, because now Kakashi had seen it in exchange for showing his own, and the subject was no longer a taboo between them. Emotional wounds, much like the physical ones, were starting to heal.

Kakashi's arm instinctively fell across Yamato's waist, his fingers coming to rest gently against the curve of the other man's spine and lightly tracing the grooves of bone protruding from between planes of muscle.

He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly through his nose, letting his body relax as well as his mind, feeling entirely at ease in that one moment as if the world surrounding himself and Yamato had stood still. He could get used to this.

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His eyelids drooped at the contact and Yamato finally let himself relax under the shelter of Kakashi's arm with a quiet sigh.

He'd never expected this; perhaps at one point he'd entertained the thought, had hoped, but those wishes were forever distant, until now of course. The touch, the proximity, it all calmed him, made him feel leaden and tired and safe in a way that had only ever settled over him a handful of times before.

Yes, this was worth the risk. A small facet of Kakashi that he could have for himself, something to ease the hurts that their time apart had fostered and proof of the threads that still strung between them. If the Jounin kept his word, Yamato would be happy and that thought settled his mind enough to ease into the comfortable blanket of sleep.

they have so many morning afters, this is another

[scarecrowboy]

Kakashi flicked his fingernail against the porcelain of the pot currently taking it's time boiling water, and let a small exhale escape him. The tea leaves were primed, two cups ready to be trollied back into the other room to sit till Yamato woke up.

He stood in the dim morning light, the time ticking a few hours after sunrise and a few hours before the rest of the village would be ebbing with signs of life at the start of a new year. He hadn't bothered to put on a shirt, or his mask, and so stood in his underwear against the counter, staring off to the side and reminiscing over the last year idly as he waited. It sure had been full of surprises, that was for sure.

If Kakashi had timed it right, Yamato would be rousing in the next hour, so this was his gift and greeting. Kakashi had made an agreement to be there when he woke up, and he had every intention of pulling through with the promise... the tea was just a little bonus.

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Sleep slid away with the encroaching dawn and Yamato clung to the final shreds of it like a drowning man to land. The hangover was immediate and unforgiving and he wanted no part in anything that would make it worse, choosing instead to pull the covers up and roll over into the warmth of his bed mate.

Only, that didn't happen. He was met with cool sheets and the pale light of past dawn and nothing more.

Yamato swallowed thickly, disappointment dropping into his already churning gut and settling like the bottom of a lake, bitter and strewn with stones.
He drew the covers up over his head, blocking out the morning and focused on breathing, certainly not thinking, not dwelling on the steady boil of hurt he felt or the accompanying anger, nope.

A count of ten and then another and he was throwing off the blanket and pushing unsteadily to his feet. He needed to eat, to drink, balance out his headache and retreat to the couch or back to bed and just sleep off the hammering effects of the sake, that was it.

The door left ajar and the kitchenette beyond were within stumbling distance and he made it to the threshold before pulling up short.

Pale skin and tousled silver greeted him, the image of Kakashi, disheveled and relaxed, preparing tea in Yamato's home, not one that he'd ever expected to be greeted with.

The hurt bled away, replaced by a shamed blush; Yamato feeling more than a little chagrined at having jumped to conclusions so quickly. He slumped against the bedroom door frame as the tension ebbed away and offered his acknowledgment in a weak greeting, eyes downcast as his face flamed.

"..Good morning."

[scarecrowboy]

Kakashi looked up at the sound of Yamato's voice, immediately catching sight of the flush on Yamato's cheeks and wilting. He was suddenly a little too aware of what a state of undress he was in and quickly swallowed his response to wrap arms around himself instead, shielding a portion of that rarely-seen skin and the scar mattering his side.

"Sorry," he muttered, an awkward laugh bubbling out of him as he gestured with his other hand to the now boiling water. "You, uh.. You weren't meant to wake up just yet."

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The laughter was returned, nervous and quiet as he waved Kakashi's apology off, shaking his head.

"It's alright, I'd just..thought you'd gone.."

Admitting to his assumptions cowed Yamato's mood further and he rubbed self consciously at his arm in an effort to dispel his awkwardness. Motivation gone, the world swam sickeningly and he closed his eyes against the nausea, shaking his head against it and regretting the movement completely.

"I'm..really not ready to be standing.."

The words accompanied his stumble back to bed and the blissful ease of being horizontal again. Maybe he could suffocate himself with a pillow before Kakashi followed him and save them both the embarrassment..

[scarecrowboy]

Kakashi's expression fell at the admission, and robbed him of his words long after Yamato had retreated back into the bedroom... Yamato had thought he'd left? He said he wouldn't, he assured him-- but then, Kakashi thought as a heavy and familiar weight settled in his stomach, he hadn't given Yamato much reason to trust him lately.

He finished up the tea and padded back into the room shortly after, and once he'd placed their cups on the side, he crawled into the sheets beside the curled up form of the younger man.

Maybe Yamato's grouchiness was partly down to his hangover? Kakashi was lucky in that his hangover manifested in the form of a dead sleep now, rather than the classic headache/vomiting combo.. so his head was entirely clear.. Perhaps too much so.

Propped up against the headboard, Kakashi dropped a hand into Yamato's hair.

"I won't hurt you again."

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The touch was welcome and Yamato shifted to blink blearily up at the other man, propping his chin on the pillow he'd clutched to his chest. The accompanying words had him hunching his shoulders though, as if trying to hide from how quickly his mind had fallen into doubt.

"..I know."

Because he did, truly, but self preservation was hard to quell, especially when it concerned his emotions and the still naive shades of his heart. All but two that he'd let close to him, had left their mark, but he wasn't prepared to make the same blunder with Kakashi as he'd done Obito, not this time around and caught up the older mans hand from it's place in his hair.

Slim knuckles received a kiss and another before he tucked Kakashi's palm against his cheek, capturing it between still heated skin and the softness of his pillow as if by way of apology for his lack of trust.

[scarecrowboy]

Kakashi gave the man a look brimming with affection, and only averted his gaze to attempt to distract Yamato from noticing the blush starting to creep up his uncovered face.

"I'd intended to make the tea and come back before you woke up, but... Well. You should drink, either way. Keep hydrated, or you'll be in bed all day." Kakashi said, with a twitch of his mouth that he couldn't even try to hide.

"I can't stay too long, I have a birthday present to deliver."

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Birthday?

It only took a moments thought before Yamato's frown of thought cleared into a fond smile and he relinquished his hold on Kakashi's hand to sit up against the headboard and reach for his tea.

"Then you shouldn't keep Gai-san waiting and being in bed all day is exactly where I plan to be."

He held the cup to his chest, soaking up the warmth and appreciating the calm that settled around, his previous misgivings completely forgotten.

"It's not often I get a chance to be lazy, you know, unlike some people..."

Yamato trailed off, hiding his teasing smirk behind the cup in his hands and shifting to burrow a little more into his blanket and pillows.

[scarecrowboy]

Kakashi raised an eyebrow, that same twitch of a smile staying resolutely where it was as he gave Yamato a side-on glance.

"Ah, some people just lack the will, I suppose.. Or lack of it."

He stretched out his arm, reaching across Yamato's lap to retrieve his own cup and stealing a soft kiss against the man's temple before he settled beside him to nurture the heat of hot water for himself.

"I wouldn't want to disrupt his usual training regime. I can stay a little longer."

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Yamato chuckled, but fell quiet at the kiss, eyes closed and smile soft.

"Mmh, it's early yet."

Once Kakashi was settled, Yamato let his head drop to the other mans shoulder, cheek pillowed against cool skin and sipped at his tea without further comment.
This was what he'd missed the most; the quiet that fostered between them was never awkward and it was easy to exist in silence out of choice, instead of the laden no-sound of a mission.

His head still pounded and he would probably be an odd mixture of ravenous and sick to his stomach in about an hour, but for now he was content to sit in quiet company and contemplate what type of year it would be.