It was late evening, and dark. The moon was hidden behind the menacing black clouds that filled the sky, and he knew that before long, the rain would certainly come down with a vengeance. And he would still be there when it did. The street where he ambled along was empty, the shutters of the stores and houses shut tight, keeping the houses safe from the threat of violent weather. It was ironic, he thought, that of all times, now everyone would be closed off to him, as he had been closed off to them. Perhaps it was how it was meant to be, despite everything that had changed, everything that he had been shown.
He paused, looking up as he felt the first raindrop fall upon his head. It was soon followed by more, then to a torrential downpour as he stood, alone and cold, in the middle of one of the village's main streets. His fingers began to numb, and his muscles were tense as he felt the cold rain piercing the warmth of his clothing and soaking his skin. His head fell in defeat as he continued on silently, the rain falling around him in unison with the tears that were now trailing their way down his cheeks.
He was close to home now and the dread within his chest was welling up with a force he couldn't suppress. He was distracted from his emotions, when he felt the familiar feeling of being watched. Lifting his head and wiping the blur from his eyes, he studied the street around him, before whipping around when he heard footsteps behind him. No one. Disgruntled and feeling uneasy, he turned around again to resume walking when he felt it.
The warm pressure of arms wrapped themselves around his waist, and felt what could only be a head, nudging into his back. Looking down, hoping to see those familiar tan arms, his eyes widened. Nothing was there, but the surprising warmth penetrated his sodden vest and shirt, and to his astonishment, seemed to dispel the feeling of dread from within his chest.
The rain had lessened, and within a gap in the clouds, he could see the silver moon that shone defiantly in the night sky. Winding his arms across the warmth on his stomach, Kakashi found it in himself to smile.
"Iruka..."
A/N: Really short, but I hope it was okay. 3