Disclaimer: I'm not Masashi Kishimot so no they don't belong to me.
Warning: Um nothing really. Hinted KakaIru and angsty self-loathing.
A/N: I was trying to sleep last night, really!! But this popped into my head and HAD to write it down. Only took me about 15 or 20 minutes, too!! ;D hehe But yes it's kinda angsty and really not my usual style... But I like it a lot!! I hope you will too!!
Iruka always wanted to look at his hands. At first, Kakashi felt odd to have the brunette holding his hands, tan fingers tracing long-healed scars and faint wrinkles.
Soon, he began to enjoy the attention. He would sit on the couch with Iruka's head in his lap as his love looked at his hands. It was the most relaxing time he had during the day and he loved every minute of it.
One night, he came home from a mission, tired and covered in blood. Much of it a child's blood. Iruka stood as he climbed through the window and walked over to wrap tan arms around his thin waist.
They stood there, Iruka checking his lover for any injuries. When he discovered none, he led the silver-haired man to the bathroom. Kakashi, still in shock left over from the mission, let himself be stripped and the blood and grime washed away.
As Iruka towel dried his hair, Kakashi finally managed to shake himself from his reverie. He brushed a piece of damp chocolate hair from his lover's face. "Iruka, I-" he started, voice husky with unshed tears from his own eye and the ones freely pouring from Obito's.
Iruka put a finger to his lips then brushed the tears away. "Shush," he whispered. "I know."
Kakashi hung his head, as ashamed of his weakness as of what he had done. "But Iruka… he was only a child… only a child…" he murmured, fresh tears making their way down his cheeks, this time from both eyes.
Iruka held him tightly and kissed the top of his head. "I know it hurts. But it'll be ok." Kakashi turned his head, tears still pouring from his eyes.
Iruka sighed and grabbed one of the pale hands, placing a light kiss on its back. "Kakashi, do you know why I love your hands so much?" The silver-haired man shook his head, eyes wet, but the tears had stopped. "It's because no matter how many people you kill with these hands in service to Konoha, they still hold so much tenderness and love for me."
In all of life's darkness and hardships, the light of love shines through brightest.
A/N: So how did you like it?? I didn't like the end too much but, eh. Reviews are greatly enjoyed!! :D