Kakairu
Behind the mask
Iruka loves the Jonin that hangs around his street, but does he love him back?
There he was again. Lazily resting against the lampost. Of course Iruka never ran upstars and looked out of his window to stare. Of course not.
Iruka walked back downstairs, with his ramen bowl in hand. He hadn't been looking that long had he? He looked at the clock, it only said seven forty! That was less than a half hour staring at the man that haunted the lampost, usually with a bright orange book, reading for a half hour or two, then moving on and out the street. Ever since that day when the masked mystery had asked him for the time, in such a lazy way, looking at him, then when he found out the time,ran off. Iruka had thought this was quite rude really, but what could he exactly do?
Iruka placed down his bowl on the kitchen counter, and walked over to the open door.
"It's really a beautiful day" He breathed to himself and slowly laid down and fell asleep.
A few hours later, he awoke to a knock on the door. He quickly awoke and walked to the front door, not before banging his head ont he open cupboard door.
"Hmm?" A rather tired Iruka answered the door, to which appeared the masked man.
"Right, Why you been looking at me? I can see you you know, staring you pervert!" He said
Iruka quickly snapped out of his drowsyness.
"Me? A pervert?" Iruka replied dumbfounded
"Yeah! and to make up for it, you can let me use your toilet. The name's Kakashi, by the way" as he barged by and ran up the stairs.
Iruka just stood there and slowly closed the door. He then followed the man he now knew as Kakashi.
So then, what'cha think? I hope this'll carry on into a few more chapters, so review? xo