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Here is a two-shot, this being of the KakaIta variety. This is longer than the SasuNaru/NaruSasu. Please enjoy it:D As a note, I'm using 'Raven' as Itachi's ANBU code name. Also, it may seem in the beginning like Itachi's in control of the relationship, and in a way he is. But not really.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto.

Anything in bold is important or with emphasis.
This is what thoughts look like.

~LEAVE~

FANDOM: Naruto
TITLE: 'Leave' A
UTHOR: slasheRR, obviously.
PAIRING: KakaIta (KakashixItachi, .homosexual love)
RATING: M
LEMON/LIME: Lemon, in the second part:D yay!
WARNINGS: A moody/depressed Kakashi, sake, a few bittersweet/angsty/dramatic moments, a LEMON (like it says above), AU, OOC-ness. If you do not approve of yaoi, simply do not read it.

~LEAVE~

Uchiha Itachi was a cold, heartless bastard. I knew this, but I was still captivated by his beauty. Pale, smooth skin stretched over a lean, muscled frame. Ink black hair framed an angular, aristocratic face. Onyx eyes were calm, emotionless, stoic. They sometimes swirled red with the Sharingan, something that we both shared. Mine was not inherited, simply taken, but his he was born with. He seemed too pretty, too perfect to be real, much less a murderer. It wasn't necessarily because he wanted to, more that he was born into a clan of ninja and therefore became one. And if your superior told you to kill, you did it without question. You killed without question because it was what was expected of you and because, above all costs, the mission must be completed.

Not that I bought into the 'above all costs', because I had to draw the line somewhere. Like my father had before me. The death of my team mate Obito drilled that into my head. At what point was it acceptable to condemn those who failed a mission in exchange for saving a team mate? As far as I was concerned, there wasn't one. I would fail each and every mission if it meant that there would be no loss of life on my side, of the people from the village I fought to protect or those I fought with. I realized that yes, it could work the reverse way, but I had never really encountered that before and I figured I would work it out when it came along. I didn't want to tear myself over moral dilemmas if I didn't have to.

I hoped I would never need to make a decision like that.

~ITACHI'S POV~

Silver hair. One coal colored eye, one the same color of blood. Tall, muscular frame, casual posture. These were the things that made up the man who was my captain.

We both worked ANBU. He was my captain, the squad leader. We had been on missions before and it never got serious, it never messed up. They went as planned. It was strange, having that. Most missions I had been on always went horribly wrong. Not with him, though. He always managed to save the day, salvage the mission, just in time. I didn't quite understand how he did it. He seemed flawless with everything he did.

But now was not the time to think of that. We were on a mission, just the two of us. We had already gotten to our goal, retrieved the scroll we were sent after and were half way back to Konoha, already closing in on the border of the Fire Country. This mission would have been easy enough for a jonin or two, maybe even a squad of chunin, if it weren't for the fact this was one of the most coveted scrolls in the entire Five Lands and many, many people were after it, from other shinobi villages to some of the most dangerous missing nins. Hokage-sama saw it so incredibly vital to the survival of Konoha to retrieve it so he sent us two after it, calling us 'two of his most trusted ninja'.

And there were eight enemy ninja coming our way at a rapid, steady pace. They would be here in less than a minute. I don't bother alerting Kakashi, because he already knew. I could tell he could. As the enemy nin arrive before us, I tell him, "I'll take the four on the left."

A nod, and then we're moving. The exchange between us took all of five seconds. With a single flick of my wrist I send kunai flying towards two of my targets. One manages to dodge, but one doesn't and he sinks to the ground gurgling. I cast a genjutsu on the one that dodge and he stills, eyes wide and vacant. While I was occupied with those two, one of the others, a female, threw kunai and shuriken at me. Moving fluidly I duck under and around them.

I approach her quickly and duck under the arc of her fist as she tries to punch me. I punch her cleanly in the chest, breaking bones. She gasps and pulls at her shirt, like she couldn't breathe. She probably couldn't, for the shattered ribs likely punctured her lungs. So she's suffocating. Feeling a brief flash of mercy I twist her neck until I hear a sickening crack and she falls limp. I toss her body to the ground and turn to the fourth. Only a matter of seconds had passed since Kakashi and I separated.

He was much younger than them, around what I guessed to be fourteen. He probably only recently became a ninja. Still, he's smart enough not to look into my eyes. Instead, he focuses them just below, on my chin. I smirk. He thought he had a chance. I'm moving forward, drawing a kunai and preparing to deal the final, fatal blow when Kakashi screams.

"RAVEN!"

~KAKASHI'S POV~

The fourth body falls to the ground after receiving a well placed Chidori to the chest. Instantly, I'm turning, looking to see if Itachi was done killing his. Then I see something that makes my heart drop to my feet- the glint of a katana heading straight for Itachi's chest. I lose all sort of composure-essentially, I freak out.

"RAVEN!" I scream, instantly moving to shield him. Itachi begins to turn to see what's happening, but it's too late. I knock Itachi to the ground and hiss as I feel the blade of the katana dig into my skin, embedding itself into my stomach. I gasp, feeling blood on the inside of my mask. I fall forward over Itachi, holding my weight up so I didn't fall. Shakily, I look down to my stomach, where I see the metal of the katana sticking out. It gleamed red with my blood. My eyes travel back to Itachi. It's like time is frozen.

I cough blood into my mask and shove my body upwards. I still needed to kill the remaining two, so I could save Itachi and protect the scroll. I stumble a little, but I conceal it easily. I wheel around to face the two ninja, who are simply standing there in shock. They were surprised at how I protected him. Wincing, I reach behind me and grab the handle of the katana. It was only about a foot and a half long, so I pulled it out in one try. I throw it to the ground behind me and the two enemy nin seem to realize where they are. One grabs kunai and throws them while the other begins to form hand signs.

I jump up into the air and as I come back down I form hand signs. My hand glows and crackles with power. Chidori. I hit one square in the chest and my whole fist goes through. I created a hole in his chest, and he dies upon impact. I toss his body to the ground and immediately engage in a taijutsu battle with the other. He blocks and ducks, but his efforts go to waste as I hit him in his windpipe, effectively cutting his air flow off. He collapses to the ground in a heap, pawing at his throat and gasping. His skin flushes red. He was suffocating.

I turn back to Itachi. He's still just crouched on the ground in shock. I press a hand to my stomach and I sit down, in the middle of the clearing. I lift my mask up just a little bit at the bottom to let the blood trickle out. Once enough is gone I slide it back into place. I glance down at my wound. The katana went straight through my stomach and fractured the ANBU armor. I exhale slowly. Itachi seems to have regained himself, for he rushes to my side and presses his hand over mine to stem the flow of the blood. "Thanks, Raven," I murmur quietly.

"Hn. I need you to remove your armor so I can patch this up," he says, and I nod, already moving to remove it. We probably should have moved to a more concealed location, but we were three miles from the border into Fire and it wasn't likely that anyone else would attack us this close and when we were surrounded by mangled bodies. Besides, we couldn't sense the chakra of anybody else.

Itachi moves his hand so I can take the armor off. I pull it off, wincing as I'm forced to stretch. The blood soaked armor hits the grass and Itachi's soon examining me, pulling gauze and antibiotics from his pouch. He sighs almost soundlessly and tells me, "I need you to lay down so I can clean it properly."

Without a word I lean backwards into the grass, wincing at the motion. I prop my head up just enough to watch him. He takes some gauze and bunches it up, dipping it in the thick antiseptic cream and clearing the blood from my wound. He truly was a creature of beauty. He was precise and carefully calculated with each movement, not a single motion wasted. I feel my cheeks heat up as I think of how silky his raven hair would feel if I ran my hands through it. I push that desire down, though, because there was no way Uchiha Itachi would let me run my hands through his hair. Not a chance.

-ITACHI'S POV-

I clear the blood from his stomach quickly and efficiently, keeping one hand on his chest to help hold him down if he tensed up. He tenses up a couple of times when I'm doing it, so I just press my hand down harder on his chest and pause in my actions, giving him time to relax before continuing again. I don't have the stuff to sew it up, so I just focus a little bit of healing chakra into my hand and do the best I could to fix it. My knowledge of medical jutsu was pretty limited, so I could only do so much to fix him.

As I'm working, I think. I don't understand why he did that for me. Why did he shield me from the blow? If I got hurt it would have been my fault for not paying proper attention like I should have been. I sigh silently in frustration and begin to wrap his wound, commanding him to sit back up. After a wince he pulls himself back up, and I begin winding the bandages around and around his stomach.

I feel a blush develop on my cheeks. When I pulled the bandages around his stomach and wound them around the back I had to lean in very, very close. My face is a mere inch from his chest. He breathes slowly in and out, tensing up a little bit as he inhaled. I know, if he wasn't wearing any masks, I would be able to feel his breath on my skin. I blush even harder at the thought, grateful for the mask covering my face. I finish wrapping them around and I secure it quickly, tucking the loose end under so it wouldn't unwind. Then I'm moving away to a respectable distance, watching carefully as he grabs his armor again. He slides it onto his body and fastens it while I gather the materials and put them back in my pack.

Yes. I was very, very grateful for the mask.

After we disposed of the bodies and started to head back to Konoha, I watch Kakashi carefully from the corner of my eye. He wavers slightly in his step, a little bit slower than usual. I don't say anything, but I make sure to keep an eye on him should he collapse. He didn't show a lot of pain aside from wincing, but he still lost a lot of blood.

And he made one misstep and collapsed, falling forward. I react immediately, leaping forward to catch his limp body. He was unconscious. Hokage-sama told us he needed this as soon as we possibly could, so I had to carry him as I went. Great, just great.

-KAKASHI'S POV-

I was in the hospital.

That was clear. The ceiling was stark white, there was a steady beeping noise, and the smell of chemicals filled my nose. Yep, hospital. I sit up slightly, craning my head around to see more of the room. It's the standard hospital room- bed, machinery, a chair and a painting on the wall. And there is someone sitting in the chair.

"Itachi-san?" I ask. My voice is a little scratchy, catching a little bit in the back of my throat. My mask covered my face, which I was thankful for. He stiffens at my voice, then stands.

"Hai. I shall be leaving now," he mutters, heading for the door.

My voice stops him. "Oh, Itachi-san, it's okay. You can stay if you want," I say, trying to not let any hope in my voice. I wanted him to stay. I really, really did.

"No. I don't. I only stayed because the Hokage ordered me to remain at your side until you awoke. I am leaving now that you are awake," he says, grabbing the door knob and twisting it.

"O-oh," I answer, mentally hitting myself over the head. Of course he wouldn't stay. What else had I been expecting? It's not like he cared. I had to be realistic, here. What would a young ninja who was well on his way to becoming ANBU captain want with me? "Well, visit if you want."

"I won't," he tells me, exiting the room quickly. The door closes behind him and I'm left alone with my thoughts. The hospital room is quiet, aside from the steady beeps and my shallow breathing. The walls are painfully white, but I stare blankly at them anyway. I didn't think it was possible to hurt this much, not like this and not over someone I thought I didn't have any feelings for. A nurse enters the room and moves around, checking charts and the machines and asking me questions. I can't answer. My chest feels too heavy and my mouth is dry. It's like my lips are sewn shut.

A tear rolls slowly down my cheek, and I close my eyes against the world. I swallow as I feel the disappointment and pain wash over me, again and again. I relive that moment, the cold, calculated look as he said 'I won't'. I won't. I won't. I won't. I won't. I won't.

He won't.

~LEAVE~

Itachi visited me once.

I awoke from a nightmare, bolting up and bed and immediately going into a defensive position at seeing the shadowed figure sitting in the chair. "Who are you?" I demand. The chakra felt familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

"It's me," Itachi said, stepping from the shadows. "Don't ask me why I visited. I don't know." He explains, avoiding eye contact. I lay back on the hospital bed. I press my hand to my wound, feeling a dull ache. I sigh at this. Itachi is still standing at my bedside, looking down at the white sheets. The beeping of the heart monitor is the only noise.

"Please stay," I ask him. "Please don't leave."

He shakes his head. "No. I shouldn't have come."

"Dammit, Itachi, just sit down. At least stay for a few more minutes," I say, feeling my heart thud painfully in my chest. I had been thinking about it, and I realized that I really, really liked, or maybe even loved, him in a romantic way. All the signs were there- I wanted to be around him all the time, I was protective of him, my heart felt strange when I saw or thought of him.

"Fine." His voice is cold, emotionless. Like him. He sits down in the chair, on the edge of the seat, like he's going to leave at any moment. He probably is.

"Thank you," I croak. My voice is dry and it feels like I haven't had a drink of water in months.

"Don't. I'll be leaving soon anyway. Like I said, I don't know why I came. I don't know why you want me either," he says quietly, steadily. He keeps his eyes fixed on the edge of the stark white sheets. He seems very stoic, as is normal for him.

"I'm not completely sure myself. I...I just know I like being around you," I answer. At his brief glance to me, I continue, "I'm...comforted...by your presence."

"Why did you take the blow? I could have dodged by myself," he says, changing the subject completely. I glance at him. His eyes are still fixed upon the edge of the sheet, boring into it and memorizing every detail.

"I just sort of reacted automatically," I confess.

"Hn."

We sit in silence for a few moments before he continues talking. "You confuse me."

"Hm? Why?" I ask.

"You saved me. I wouldn't have expected that from you. And...whenever I think of you, I get this weird feeling in my chest. I don't know what it is. I asked my mom about it, and she said something about growing pains. But I don't think that's it," he comments, still emotionless, like he's talking about the weather or something.

"Oh," I say, brow furrowing. I go through a mental checklist of possible causes, but I can only come up with one option. I don't want to consider it, so I don't get my hopes up. Still, I feel hope welling up in my chest. I try to push it down, keep it contained, so I'm not overly disappointed when I find out it's not true.

Suddenly, he stands up. "I'm leaving."

"Please...please don't," I say, almost begging. In any other situation I probably would have felt ashamed at how desperate I was acting, but right now I really couldn't find it within me to care.

Itachi doesn't say anything. He simply walks over to the door, each step calculated and decisive, and opens the handle. I look away. I didn't want him to leave me. I bite my lip and I feel the disappointment settle over me again, just like before, and I can't help the tears that fall as the door closes behind him.

~LEAVE~

Three days later I'm released from the hospital. Someone, a chunin, is there to give me orders to visit the Hokage at 'my earliest convenience'. I head home first to change into my casual clothes. It's a little bit hard, because the wound still aches, but I do it quick enough and then head off to the Hokage tower. I make it there a few minutes later. I would have gotten there much faster, but one of the nurses told me not to move around more than necessary so I didn't open the wound up.

When I enter the office, he gestures for me to sit with a simple wave of his hand. I take a seat on one of the plush armchairs before his desk and lean back into it. I glance around the office disinterestedly, just trying to look anywhere but his face. I finally settle with looking at my hands. "Kakashi."

I look up immediately. "Hai, Hokage-sama?" I ask.

"Please give me an accurate and complete account of your previous mission," he tells me. I nod, stilling my hands in my lap. I look down again at them. I still felt extremely, overwhelmingly crushed about Itachi's actions, and it still hurt to talk or even think about him.

"Well...we made it to the temple where the scroll was held without incident. There were two enemies, but we dispatched them with kunai. We were just outside of the border of Fire when the next thing occurred. There were eight enemy nin. We took on four each. I dropped my four quickly when I noticed that while Itachi was about to kill one of them another somehow managed to get behind him. I screamed his code name to warn him and I ran to protect him," I say. The words were becoming hard to get out now, and I swallow and clench my hands into fists a little bit. "Well, the katana went straight through my stomach and I knocked Itachi down. I was sort of leaning over him, shielding him with my body. I guess the two left were surprised that I took the blow for him, because they froze up. The katana was pushed in to the hilt, so when I stood I pulled it out and killed them. I Chidori'd one and punched the other in his throat, so he suffocated."

"Itachi was sort of frozen too, out of shock or surprise or something. I sat down in the middle of the clearing and put my hand on my wound to try and stem the blood flow. I lifted my mask at the bottom to get the blood out of my mouth. Itachi came to and patched me up. Then, when we were heading back home I blacked out. The next thing that happened was me waking up in the hospital," I finish.

"I have a question," he says, leaning forward. I glance up and he catches my eye and holds it. "Why did you feel it necessary to protect him from the blow if you knew he was fully capable of dodging it himself?"

"Because I'm in love with him," I answer immediately, wanting to hit myself over the head as soon as I uttered the words. Hokage-sama's eyes widen in response, and he leans back in his chair.

"Oh." That's all he says.

"I didn't realize what it was before. I always saw him and felt something. I know he's only thirteen, but...well, I can't help it," I explain, looking back down at my hands. Underneath my mask, my cheeks were flushed crimson. It was hard for me to believe that I just told the Hokage I was in love with a thirteen year old boy.

"Well, I certainly can't stop you, not that I would if I could. It's your preference, so...do what you wish. Just wait until the boy's sixteen and of legal age before you do too much, Kakashi. No need for legal problems," he says, and I feel relief. The Hokage accepted it. "Besides, I suspect he reciprocates the feelings."

"Really?" I ask. "Seems to me he doesn't want a lot to do with me."

"Kakashi, he sat by your side in the hospital for four days. He didn't eat, he didn't drink, he didn't sleep, he refused to get out of the chair by your bed," Hokage-sama explains. My brow furrows instantly.

"I...Hokage-sama, he told me that you ordered him to stay by my side until I woke up," I tell him, becoming increasingly more confused. He lied about it. Why would he do that? Suddenly, I feel an almost undeniable desire to go and ask Itachi about it. It didn't make any sense to me.

"Well, he lied. Now, if I were you, I would go ask him about it. You may leave," Hokage-sama says.

I stand rapidly, regretting the quick motion. A sharp pain tears through my stomach and I grimace. My hand flies up to press against the wound. "Hai, Hokage-sama. Thank you," I tell him, bowing before hurriedly leaving the room. My stomach aches in protest, but I'm more focused on finding Itachi and questioning him. I needed answers.

~LEAVE~

I find him thirty minutes later, training at one of the numerous trainings ground. "Itachi-san! There you are!"

He turns to me, lowering the kunai he held in his hand. He was practicing throwing kunai and shuriken, for what reason I did not know. His aim was perfect. "What, Hatake?"

I wince a little bit. Ow, harsh. "I have a question, if I may," I tell him, deciding to try and ignore it. He was obviously in a bad mood.

"If you have to," he replies shortly, moving to collect his kunai from the trees they were embedded in. I swallow my fears and push on.

"I spoke to the Hokage, and he told me he never gave you the order to stay by my side until I woke up. So why did you?" I ask. He sighs and continues collecting his kunai silently. "Itachi-san? Why?"

"Could you just shut up?" Itachi snaps, turning to me. His eyes blazed red with the Sharingan and I almost take a step backwards, away from him. He was definitely not in a good mood.

"I...I'm sorry, Itachi-san. I didn't mean to make you angry. I just wanted to ask you that," I tell him, stuffing my hands in my pockets and looking at the ground by my feet. I was skilled with the Sharingan, yes, but Itachi was better at it. Besides, I didn't want to make him more upset than he already was.

"Well if you don't want me angry then just leave me the fuck alone. Go away," he snaps angrily. My eyes flicker back to him, but then I look right back down to my feet. He continues on, "You're like a lost puppy or something. What with all the mistakes you've made you think you would have learned by now."

"I-I...what do you mean?" I ask, frowning. I hope he wasn't talking about...that. I felt enough shame about my past, and I didn't want any of that brought up. Itachi steps closer to me, though not much. Only maybe a step or two. Unconsciously, my shoulders tense up a little bit.

"I was only a toddler, but I still remember his funeral. My aunt sobbing over his grave, because you couldn't save him..." His voice trails off and my entire body stiffens as he says those words. The ones that made my heart sink into my toes and my head hand in shame. "She was so heartbroken- her only son, dead, and they didn't even have a body. She cursed the person who did that to her child. She hates you."

He slowly steps closer, closer, until he's a foot away from my chest. My eyes are wide and I'm frozen. His words work their way into my brain, ringing around and around. She hates you. She hates you. She hates you. I pray for it all to end, for it to just be over, but he's not done with me yet."And then your disgrace of a father- ruining his mission just for a team mate. That mission was important, too. Vital to Konoha. And he threw it away, just like you almost did on our mission."

"I...I, um, s-sorry. Bye," I stutter out, moving to go. I couldn't stand anymore hate from Itachi. He lets me go, watches me as I run from the clearing. I push my legs as fast they could go, desperate to just get away. And he only watches me leave.

~LEAVE~

TA-DA. Here is part one. I hope you enjoyed it:D Please review. I'll try to get the next part out as soon as possible.