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The thing I find myself missing the most? His hands.
They're large, warm, the skin slightly dry.
The palms feel massive when they engulf my own,
And my fingers feel a little too short when I thread them through his own.
I remember holding them for the first time, being surprised at the size
And the pure dry heat of them radiating against my skin –
He sounded amused when I told him, inelegantly, "You've got such massive hands!"
His response being, "Are you really that surprised?"
His hand giving a gentle squeeze as he said it.
Unexceptional to most people, but I love them all the same.
I love how delicate they feel when he brings my own fingers up to his lips,
And the firm heat when they rub the small of my back.
I love the tight, reassuring grip he uses when he smothers my hand with his own,
And I love how he never lets go until he has to.
I often find myself reaching out,
Trying to grab something that isn't there,
And it's in those moments that my hand feels colder than usual
Without the hot-blooded skin resting in them.
But I know that I'll be okay –
Because each day that passes is a day closer to when I can see him again,
And I know that those hands will be back to doing what they do best,
Holding mine.
They're large, warm, the skin slightly dry.
The palms feel massive when they engulf my own,
And my fingers feel a little too short when I thread them through his own.
I remember holding them for the first time, being surprised at the size
And the pure dry heat of them radiating against my skin –
He sounded amused when I told him, inelegantly, "You've got such massive hands!"
His response being, "Are you really that surprised?"
His hand giving a gentle squeeze as he said it.
Unexceptional to most people, but I love them all the same.
I love how delicate they feel when he brings my own fingers up to his lips,
And the firm heat when they rub the small of my back.
I love the tight, reassuring grip he uses when he smothers my hand with his own,
And I love how he never lets go until he has to.
I often find myself reaching out,
Trying to grab something that isn't there,
And it's in those moments that my hand feels colder than usual
Without the hot-blooded skin resting in them.
But I know that I'll be okay –
Because each day that passes is a day closer to when I can see him again,
And I know that those hands will be back to doing what they do best,
Holding mine.
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Not Lovers - KakuHida
Author's note: I finally finished this! I wanted to write a KakuHida fanfic (an actual one) for awhile and I got it done last night with some help :3 This is very loosely inspired by the roleplays that go on at IMVU. We were in a friend's bed one night when the idea just...popped into my head XD I think I ended it well. It's not too corny or cliché.
Disclaimer: THEY'RE COMING TO TAKE ME AWAY, HAHA! THEY'RE COMING TO TAKE ME AWAY, HOHO! :D
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No chakra, no blown off balls.
Which had almost happened.
Twice.
Damn, Irukas a pain in the butt to spy on. He muttered as he finally reached a comfortable branch and shifted closer to the window. But oh so worth it...
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"Itachi-san, may I have a word with you?" Kisame Hoshigaki, scourge of the hidden mist, said to the nonchalant teenager that was passing him in the hallway. Itachi then followed Kisame down the hallway until they stopped by their room and went in.
"So, what do you want to talk about, Kisame? I'm very busy since I have to get ready to fight my insolent little brother." Itachi said. Kisame nodded his head.
"I know, I know. I just wanted to talk with you before you did all that." Kisame explained. "Look Itachi, this is a big risk. I know that you are really strong and really talented but you still could get killed." Kisame said until he was in
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I was feeling a bit poo today, so I decided to write about the one person who never fails to make me happy.
Sugarcube, if you're reading this (which you probably will, since I'll probably send you the link to this very page) - I love you. And you'll now forever be known among my readers as "The Guy With The massive Hands." You're welcome.
Sugarcube, if you're reading this (which you probably will, since I'll probably send you the link to this very page) - I love you. And you'll now forever be known among my readers as "The Guy With The massive Hands." You're welcome.
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