Title: Dancing in the Dark
Summary: Kakashi never fails to pay Iruka a friendly visit every time he gets home from a mission. Iruka interprets the meaning of these visits with hopeful accuracy. One-shot. KakaIru. This sucks. Iruka POV.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto; genius Kishimoto does.
Warning: This sucks big time and is pointless, I assure you. This is unedited; feel free to point out mistakes.
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Night. When will it stop yielding to light, its master? Night and day, they just circle around regularly, imminent and unfailing. Like you and the darkness, you creep by the light of the moon and into my room with only the late hours to precede your arrival. But unlike a silent shadow, you touch down to relay your flights of fancy, always with the same electric vibe that ignores what lateness the clock dictates and chases away the sleepiness in my eyes, leaving only a clear annihilation. I can only wish for the morning to be detained, forever if possible.
You come to me to tell the story of your plight, exposing without restraint your undying zest for danger. You speak as though these near-death or bloody experiences are mere conditions, like the weather. You never trouble yourself by making your appearance more presentable for me to be wholly arrested by your tales. Perhaps you don't give a damn about how you look. Perhaps you don't care about what I may think of you. Perhaps my opinions are not worth your worries. Perhaps you know I see beyond the amount of dirt that has gathered on your skin. Perhaps you've always been too excited to come by my window to notice how much filth your missions have applied on your skin and cladding. Perhaps no amount of dirt and mud can discourage your will to see me. Or so I hope.
I wonder, with strong anxiety, if you simply feel disposed to exclusively narrate to me the success of your missions. Your visits, do they only serve to express and verify the triviality of our connection? Or are they to be the inviolable jewels of my memories, to be fixed in eternity for me? Is your helpless propensity to seek me a command from the unknown, a most powerful order, love, perhaps?
Here in my room, within these four walls, I feel that you and I are two poles of one force, that we are limited to one form of existence only, that I live for you only and you continue to be to make me exist. And between us now nothing known in the world applies; in here, all else dissolve and pass on to murmured lies. We are the only ones living in this vast, raw darkness. We are the only truths, for only us two can lie still and endure such desolation of space, as long as we're together, that is.
Be here and fill your final place where what you reserve for me will remain always, undiminished, untainted. I, on my part, shall continue to await your light tread to sound distinctly on the road, to approach my window, to come to me at last. I will go on receiving you as you bear down on me to conquer the unbearable isolation that has always been before you would come. Let this process be a mechanical repetition; I can live with that, and so can you, right?
I know you; you never will forfeit this utterly singular need of coming to me, for you gain ascendance in your life, in your being, by running to me. We shall surge on, in this gulf of infinitely playful darkness with only our individual, mute, and indecipherable longing for each other to keep us inexhaustible, indomitable, infallibleā¦
So stay here, Kakashi-sempai, and never leave.
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