[I cheer for happy fics. XD but your sad ones have that painful quality that make me ache quietly. I think that's beautiful. I love your Gai/Kakashi. The last one has little undercurrents of optimism that I'm clinging onto. It's lovely. :DD
And uh, I'm beginning to really enjoy this drabble exchange thing. It's like having a brand-new and shiny present waiting for me everyday! :D Don't feel that you owe me the fics. I like the one-for-one deal. XD ]
There are fairytales in which heros sweep heroines off their dainty, slippered feet and sail into the brilliant sunset of a distant horizon. In that world clouds hang like drapery, jewel hues resplendent against a calm, dark sea with picturesque highlights that shimer.
But that world is that world, and this one is this - grimy, salt-crusted and baked in harsh sun. Dusk falls and the waning amber light is neither warm nor romantic but grainy like old stop motion films. There is a jerky, indefinite quality to the hazy light, moist as it is with misty sea spray and the perpetual haze that night brings.
Later when Kakashi presses Gai up against the mildew-damp wall the mast will creak and the sails will whine with the ropes stretched at full tension against some billowing wind. The sea roars with rage, tempestous, voracious, ready to swallow whole, rickety skeletons of ships. Gai's bodysuit feels suffocatingly tight.
The loot rattles urgently in the cabin, heavy chest sliding across the floor, leaving gashes in the unvarnished wood. Some coins break free and roll languidly past. The main ship is anchored at least one day away in a hidden aclove beneath lush ferns and dense forests. By morning, perhaps they'll be a little nearer to the haven than they are now, but there's no telling when the sky hangs so dark the stars are obscured, and the sun retreats, as though never to shine again.
It was easy, too easy tonight. No stars to illuminate their faces, the giveaway clanking of chains and lowering of mast hidden by the roar of the ocean. The targets had been too easy: sitting ducks in a shooting carnival.
Gai shudders involuntarily as Kakashi pushes in, indelicately and with barely controlled haste. Rain batters the port window, an invasion. Gai scrabbles for hold on the old timber of the walls. He wants to cry out with optimism and cheer but this is not the place for either - there is only rain, Kakashi and the swell of the ocean. Kakashi whispers into his ear like he is making Gai promises, these promises of myth that say don't die, we'll make it back, and trust me. It's been too fucking long and they're on the cusp of victory - Kakashi will make this so, and Gai, Gai will believe.
Kakashi is the best damn pirate there is. Gai lifts the rakish eyepatch and kisses the empty hollow of the socket with the tenderness that Kakashi has buried - Kakashi smiles, a fleeting almost-grimace of happiness and Gai prays for the rain to stop, and for the stars to come out again.
[...I'm aware that this most definitely is much longer than a drabble. But seriously, there needs to be more pirate!Kakashi fics. I couldn't resist. XD]
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Re: Second Guy/Kakashi
Date: 2008-04-18 08:08 am (UTC)And uh, I'm beginning to really enjoy this drabble exchange thing. It's like having a brand-new and shiny present waiting for me everyday! :D Don't feel that you owe me the fics. I like the one-for-one deal. XD ]
There are fairytales in which heros sweep heroines off their dainty, slippered feet and sail into the brilliant sunset of a distant horizon. In that world clouds hang like drapery, jewel hues resplendent against a calm, dark sea with picturesque highlights that shimer.
But that world is that world, and this one is this - grimy, salt-crusted and baked in harsh sun. Dusk falls and the waning amber light is neither warm nor romantic but grainy like old stop motion films. There is a jerky, indefinite quality to the hazy light, moist as it is with misty sea spray and the perpetual haze that night brings.
Later when Kakashi presses Gai up against the mildew-damp wall the mast will creak and the sails will whine with the ropes stretched at full tension against some billowing wind. The sea roars with rage, tempestous, voracious, ready to swallow whole, rickety skeletons of ships. Gai's bodysuit feels suffocatingly tight.
The loot rattles urgently in the cabin, heavy chest sliding across the floor, leaving gashes in the unvarnished wood. Some coins break free and roll languidly past. The main ship is anchored at least one day away in a hidden aclove beneath lush ferns and dense forests. By morning, perhaps they'll be a little nearer to the haven than they are now, but there's no telling when the sky hangs so dark the stars are obscured, and the sun retreats, as though never to shine again.
It was easy, too easy tonight. No stars to illuminate their faces, the giveaway clanking of chains and lowering of mast hidden by the roar of the ocean. The targets had been too easy: sitting ducks in a shooting carnival.
Gai shudders involuntarily as Kakashi pushes in, indelicately and with barely controlled haste. Rain batters the port window, an invasion. Gai scrabbles for hold on the old timber of the walls. He wants to cry out with optimism and cheer but this is not the place for either - there is only rain, Kakashi and the swell of the ocean. Kakashi whispers into his ear like he is making Gai promises, these promises of myth that say don't die, we'll make it back, and trust me. It's been too fucking long and they're on the cusp of victory - Kakashi will make this so, and Gai, Gai will believe.
Kakashi is the best damn pirate there is. Gai lifts the rakish eyepatch and kisses the empty hollow of the socket with the tenderness that Kakashi has buried - Kakashi smiles, a fleeting almost-grimace of happiness and Gai prays for the rain to stop, and for the stars to come out again.
[...I'm aware that this most definitely is much longer than a drabble. But seriously, there needs to be more pirate!Kakashi fics. I couldn't resist. XD]