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Supernova Nexus // Chapter Four [KakaSaku]

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Chapter 4: I Say We Lose Control
I'm never gonna look back, Whoa-Oh
Never gonna give it up, No-Oh
Please don't wake me now
I hear it calling
Outside my window I feel it in my soul (Soul)
The stars were burning so bright
The sun was out 'till midnight I say we lose control (Control)
This is gonna be the best day of my life


Best Day of My Life by American Authors

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       Months flew by until Sakura and Kakashi saw each other again; however, their correspondence did not cease. They continued their trend (gradually becoming a tradition) of exchanging notes daily via Sakura’s mailbox. They wrote about random things, anything at all: their days, the weather, the most gruesome injury Sakura treated that week, the most interesting letter that passed through Kakashi’s hands, Sakura’s record of how many patients she had seen and handled or healed during one shift, Kakashi’s record of how many times in a row he’d gotten the mail perfectly into the mailbox or mail-slot – the list of topics was endless. They spoke of life, thoughts, the future – essentially everything.
       Sakura realized very quickly that for some reason Kakashi seemed much better at written correspondence than verbal communication. It suited the situation very well, she thought, since they had both been so busy it would have been difficult to meet up and chat even just a fraction of how much they were in exchanging letters.
       It warmed her every time she approached the mailbox as she was coming home from work to see his note on top of her small stack of mail. He wrote his on varying types of paper. At times she’d get empty envelopes covered in writing, or a little book of pastel sticky notes stapled together. She never knew what form the notes would take, but it always put a smile on her face, even after her roughest days. His note became largely a part of her evening routine. She’d sort through the mail and arrange them into piles of varying importance (of course his note had its own pile), she’d cook up dinner, and then read it as she sat down to eat.
       One week she was having a particularly tough time at work and somehow came home to Kakashi’s note feeling extra bold, having fantasized about his relaxing aura and craving his presence. She wrote a reply to his letter giving him a proposal for the following evening. She hoped he’d oblige; it had been way too long since they’d checked in, after all.
       The next day, he appeared on her doorstep only a few minutes later than the time she had indicated in the note, which was a pleasant surprise. Her entire soul was set ablaze at him standing on her porch cradling a bottle of sake in his arm, as ordered.
She ran back in the house to grab a blanket and some cups and returned to him with a huge smile on her face. Even without any alcohol yet in her system she was growing giddy.
       “Come on,” she said eagerly, nearly tugging on his sleeve for effect. “My apartment may not be the nicest, but it’s on the darker side of the village.” Effortlessly she launched herself up onto the roof and summoned Kakashi to follow, which he did without question. She tossed the blanket out so that it covered a large swath of roof and promptly plopped herself down, motioning for him to do the same.
       Kakashi watched her with a bemused grin hanging on his lips; her excitement was contagious, and though he wasn’t entirely sure what was to transpire, he didn’t mind it. Simply being there with her, seeing her smile, was enough for him.
       She requested that he crack open the sake and he filled the two empty glasses. She held hers up in a show of elegance and he mirrored her with a questioning expression on his face.
       “To what are we toasting?” he inquired softly.
       Sakura thought for a moment before shrugging.
       “To living life, and maybe enjoying it a little. To notes in mailboxes. To friends,” she offered.
       Kakashi’s lip quirked up again on one side as he clinked her glass in agreement. “Very fitting. To friends.”
       After a couple servings of sake and much-needed re-acquaintance, Sakura laid down and tugged Kakashi after her as she pointed up at the sky. The last of the sake in his glass threatened to slosh out, but he slugged it back before any spilled.
       “I was hoping it would be clear tonight,” Sakura murmured. “Look at all those stars.”
       Kakashi had an appreciation for nature to a certain extent, but he was in no way a stargazer. It was not something he ever thought to do in his free time, which, admittedly, most of his life he didn’t have much of. However, now that the war had ended and things had slowed down for the shinobi, he had a little more time to himself. Sometimes this was a bad thing, other times (like this one) it was a wonderful thing.
       “Kakashi,” Sakura rumbled from close beside him. “Use your sharingan and describe to me what you see.”
       He did as asked, deeming it a good idea himself, and felt his mouth gape at the awe before him. It was truly beautiful, the illumination the stars provided in their deathly brilliance, reaching forever and ever and beyond. His sharingan-enhanced vision revealed to him more stars than the empty spaces of sky in between. It was as if someone had clumsily spilled an open saltshaker on an endless piece of dark indigo paper.
       He relayed all this to Sakura who hummed her delight near his ear. The pleasurable sound stood the hairs up on the back of his neck as he spoke. When he had finished his description, she sighed dreamily.
       “I think dying like a star would satisfy me,” she whispered. “All bright and brilliant and beautiful, one last hurrah before you cease to exist at all. And even then, others can see your light for a while, see what you contributed to your village and to the world though you’ve been long gone.”
       In her sake-drenched brain flew a bold idea, and though sober-Sakura would never think to attempt such a thing, sake-Sakura thought it a wonderful idea. Without moving her head, she crawled her fingers over to Kakashi’s lying open at his side.
       His hand twitched in surprise at the initial contact, but loosely curled into hers as she knotted them together. Her heart pounded in what felt akin to an adrenaline rush and the butterflies returned to beat around in her stomach, fluttering madly.
       “How does that sound?” she finished, lolling her head to the side to gaze at his profile. He rolled his head to complete the connection and his eyes wandered deep into hers.
       “Lovely.”
In which the title becomes clear ;)

"Supernova," noun:

the explosion of a star, possibly caused by gravitational collapse, during which the star's luminosity increases by as much as 20 magnitudes and most of the star's mass is blown away at very high velocity, sometimes leaving behind an extremely dense core.

"Nexus," noun:

a means of connection; tie; link.

[“I think dying like a star would satisfy me,” she whispered. “All bright and brilliant and beautiful, one last hurrah before you cease to exist at all. And even then, others can see your light for a while, see what you contributed to your village and to the world though you’ve been long gone."]

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She and Deidara would be best of buds.