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'We need some help here! Fast!!', someone called through the only hospital in Suna.
The nurses at the front desk looked up in confusion from their paperwork, looking for whoever just demanded help. A shinobi clothed in black carried another one over his shoulder, seemingly angry at the situation and desperate to find help for his friend. Hearing the plea of help, you came over to him.
'Kankuro! What by the ancestors happened?!', you asked, studying how bad the wounds of the carried shinobi were.
'(Y/N)! Thank god, help me out here will ya?', the puppeteer asked, not wanting to waste any more time that could be precious.
Your (E/C) orbs looked up at him, before you nod and signed him to place the man he carried on the gurney, that the nurses just brought up. Bringing the man into one of the treatment rooms, you asked the following nurses to assist you. Just as the nurses went through the door, you stopped and turned, placing a firm hand on Kankuro's chest, pushing the man back with a stern expression on your face.
'Sorry, bud. But I can't allow you to be in there while he is undergoing treatment. Wait in the lobby, get yourself a drink.', you said before entering the room and closing the door.
Kankuro watched the closed door for a moment, before his head lowered in defeat. Heading down the hall back to the lobby, he hoped for the best. Meanwhile, you and the nurses started the treatment. The shinobi Kankuro had brought in had already lost alot of blood, but you would give everything to get him through..
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About a hour later, the door opened and the nurses brought the gurney with the now stable shinobi outside, bringing him into a room where he would rest until he was good to go again. Following them outside, you watched them go, before your gaze turned towards the waiting Kankuro, who couldn't wait in the lobby and decided to wait across the treament room. Looking at you with a questioning face, he waited for news. You sighed, but then smiled softly at him.
'He will survive. It was his luck, that whoever attacked him, missed a vital vein. Though he did lose a lot of blood, he is stable now and just needs to rest and heal up.', you explained to him.
You could see how the worry left his shoulders, happy that his fellow shinobi would get through. He stumbled back, leaning against the wall and sliding down on his butt, while a sigh of relief left his lips. You watched him warily, then noticed something, that made your eyebrows furrow together. Kneeling in front of him, you grabbed his face by the chin and turned it to the side. It was almost not noticable thanks to the paint on his face, but you could see that there was a cut on his cheek.
'You're wounded too. Come, I'll treat you.', you said.
Kankuro freed himself from your grip, before he watched you with an lifted eyebrow and a cocky smile on his lips.
'It's just a scatch. I won't die from that, (Y/N).', he said.
You stood up, crossing your arms and giving him a scolding look. Kankuro's smile faded, before he looked away and got up with a heavy sigh. Ever since you were a full fledged Iryô-Nin, you took every ever so little injury serious. It was almost annoying. Seeing his annoyance, you rolled your eyes.
'A small scratch can contain poison. Or it could get infected if not treated right. So don't give me the excuse of 'it's just a small scratch'. The sooner I get a look on it, the sooner you're free to leave.', you said, your voice indicating that you would annoy him until he gave in.
'Okay, fine! God's you're taking this shit way to serious..', he grumbled.
'Shit? Excuse me? If it weren't for Sakura-san and the fifth Hokage's teachings, you would be dead by now! Or don't you remember anymore that 'shit' you went through??', you asked growling.
'No need to bring this stuff up again, alright??', he murmured annyoed.
'Then let me treat this cut and stop complaining, for fucks sake!', you retorted.
Kankuro mumbled something under his breath, but gave in and followed you to another treatment room. Inside, he sat down, while you went and prepared a few things. The silence that grew between you made the puppeteer restless. But when he gazed over to you, he noticed that your shoulders were shaking and your fists were clenched.
'(Y/N)..?', he asked unsure.
'H-Huh? Y-Yeah, sorry.. I..', your voice cracked.
Jumping up from the chair, he quickly made his way towards you, grabbing you by the shoulder and turning you around towards him. Startled, your (E/C) eyes were wide open, as tears ran down your cheeks. Startled himself to see you cry, he started to panick a little.
'W-Why are you crying??', he asked confused.
Your cheeks turned red and you quickly smeared with an arm over your eyes, trying to stop the tears. Freeing yourself from his grip, you turned your back to him once again.
'I.. I ain't crying! I just yawned!', you answered quickly.
'Right.. And I am the next Kazekage..', he sighed.
He grabbed you again, turning you yet again towards him, even if you gave him a little of a fight this time. When you were turned, he grabbed your face by your chin and forced you to look at him.
'I know that you wouldn't cry from the little fight we just had. There's something else! Spill it!', he wanted to know.
You slapped his hand away, looking to the side and remained silent for a moment. You bit your bottom lip, trying to stop it from quivering. Then new tears formed in your eyes and you had to swallow down the knot in your throat that builded up until now.
'...you said I am taking seemingly insignificant injuries too serious.. But I only take them so serious when it comes to you.. I still see you laying on that table, screaming and squirming in pain.. I almost lost you back then, you big idiot! I almost.. fucking lost you.. and you want me to take it easy on you??! I have nightmares from this moment! I can't bear it to see you like this again or maybe even lose you for real!', it sputtered out of you.
Kankuro wasn't prepared for what followed. You slithered your arms around his neck, pressing your lips hard against his. He needed to know how you felt. He had to see why you were so hard on him, even if it was just a small scratch. Kankuro's eyes were wide open and for a moment he was just frozen, though the heat found its way on his face. When you released the kiss, you looked at him with meek eyes, your face flushed red. Finally he snapped out of it, looking at you. He then dragged you into his arms, pressing your small form against him.
'Oh, (Y/N).. My stupid little doll.. Why did you never told me..? We could have worked it out...', he whispered and you could hear the small disappointment in his voice.
You sniffled, the tears still running. Hiding your face on his chest, your arms found their way around his midst, pressing yourself a little more against him. Breathing in his smell and feeling his hand running up and down your back in a soothing manner, you calmed down after some moments. You shyly gazed upwards, meeting his eyes.
'...telling you what...? ..that I love you and I couldn't stand losing you..?', you murmured, voice slightly muffled.
Kankuro blushed at your bold confession, before a slight cocky smile spread on his lips. So you really had feeling for him, huh?
'Well.. yeah. Though it wouldn't be the first confession I got, of course.', he casually answered, before laying his finger under your chin and tipping your head upwards.
'..but.. it would be the only confession I care for..', he added, his voice a little over a whisper, making it sound raspy.
You blushed hard at those words, but before you could escape his grip and hide your face, he already closed in and pressed his lips on yours, kissing you with so much love and passion, that you almost felt dizzy in an instant. That.. That was a confession, wasn't it? He felt the same, right? Deciding that it was, you gave in and returned the kiss with just as much love and passion. This must be heaven...