0Of all the things I've believed in
I just want to get it over with
Tears form behind my eyes
But I do not cry
Counting the days that pass me by...
Why don't things ever go the way I want them to go? Iruka Umino. 25 years old, dark hair, dark eyes. Chuunin, yes, but very talented. The young teacher of Naruto Uzumaki, Sasuke Uchiha, and Sakura Haruno. Currently sitting in his room, crying.
I've been searching deep down in my soul
Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old
It feels like I'm starting all over again
The last three years were just pretend
And I said,
"I can't take this... sniff... Mama... Papa... I wish you were here for me..." The thought of his parents made him cry harder, pressing the kunai knife deeper into his wrist. A memory of Naruto flashed through his mind, and his crying softened a little. A thin trail of blood was now coursing it's way down his arm. Kakashi...
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
A small muffled knocking sound startled him out of his reverie, and in his haste to clean up and get to the door, the kunai slashed through the skin. The cut was deep, but didn't hit the veins. Blood began to flow quickly from the gash, but he grabbed a piece of cloth and hurried to the door. Flinging it open, he saw Kakashi Hatake poised to knock again.
"K-Kakashi-san! What are you doing here," asked the startled Chuunin. Kakashi's one visible eye closed in his trademark grin.
"Good to see you too, Iruka-kun! I was beginning to think that you weren't home!"
Drip, drip, drip...
The Jounin's eye opened again, and he inhaled deeply. The scent of blood tinged his nostrils, alerting him that something wasn't right.
I still get lost in your eyes
And it seems that I can't live a day without you
Closing my eyes and you chase my thoughts away
To a place where I am blinded by the light
But it's not right
He looked at the floor, where a small puddle of blood was forming. His eye followed a drop, and saw a small bloodstained piece of cloth covering a large deep cut on Iruka's wrist. He paled. Iruka...
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
Iruka studied the other man carefully and, after a moment, opened his mouth to speak. "Kakashi-san, what..." He found himself being embraced tightly. The older man buried his face in Iruka's neck.
And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time
I want what's yours and I want what's mine
I want you
But I'm not giving in this time
"Iruka... why didn't you tell anyone?" Kakashi pulled back and looked at his bewildered friend. The Chuunin didn't seem to realize what he was talking about, so he directed his gaze once again to Iruka's wrist.
"What are you talking about...?" Iruka followed Kakashi's gaze to his wrist. He saw the blood, and for the first time since he had cut himself, it began to throb, like a heartbeat. He raised his wrist so that it was in front of his eyes. As though seeing them for the first time, all of the other scars seemed to appear on his skin. His eyes widened, and he turned away from Kakashi, running to his room.
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
Kakashi watched as the door slammed. He crouched down, and touched the puddle lightly. It was warm... Standing with a renewed determination, he went to Iruka's bedroom. He knocked lightly on the door, turning the handle and listening to the soft sobs that were coming through the door.
I just want to get it over with
Tears form behind my eyes
But I do not cry
Counting the days that pass me by...
Why don't things ever go the way I want them to go? Iruka Umino. 25 years old, dark hair, dark eyes. Chuunin, yes, but very talented. The young teacher of Naruto Uzumaki, Sasuke Uchiha, and Sakura Haruno. Currently sitting in his room, crying.
I've been searching deep down in my soul
Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old
It feels like I'm starting all over again
The last three years were just pretend
And I said,
"I can't take this... sniff... Mama... Papa... I wish you were here for me..." The thought of his parents made him cry harder, pressing the kunai knife deeper into his wrist. A memory of Naruto flashed through his mind, and his crying softened a little. A thin trail of blood was now coursing it's way down his arm. Kakashi...
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
A small muffled knocking sound startled him out of his reverie, and in his haste to clean up and get to the door, the kunai slashed through the skin. The cut was deep, but didn't hit the veins. Blood began to flow quickly from the gash, but he grabbed a piece of cloth and hurried to the door. Flinging it open, he saw Kakashi Hatake poised to knock again.
"K-Kakashi-san! What are you doing here," asked the startled Chuunin. Kakashi's one visible eye closed in his trademark grin.
"Good to see you too, Iruka-kun! I was beginning to think that you weren't home!"
Drip, drip, drip...
The Jounin's eye opened again, and he inhaled deeply. The scent of blood tinged his nostrils, alerting him that something wasn't right.
I still get lost in your eyes
And it seems that I can't live a day without you
Closing my eyes and you chase my thoughts away
To a place where I am blinded by the light
But it's not right
He looked at the floor, where a small puddle of blood was forming. His eye followed a drop, and saw a small bloodstained piece of cloth covering a large deep cut on Iruka's wrist. He paled. Iruka...
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
Iruka studied the other man carefully and, after a moment, opened his mouth to speak. "Kakashi-san, what..." He found himself being embraced tightly. The older man buried his face in Iruka's neck.
And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time
I want what's yours and I want what's mine
I want you
But I'm not giving in this time
"Iruka... why didn't you tell anyone?" Kakashi pulled back and looked at his bewildered friend. The Chuunin didn't seem to realize what he was talking about, so he directed his gaze once again to Iruka's wrist.
"What are you talking about...?" Iruka followed Kakashi's gaze to his wrist. He saw the blood, and for the first time since he had cut himself, it began to throb, like a heartbeat. He raised his wrist so that it was in front of his eyes. As though seeing them for the first time, all of the other scars seemed to appear on his skin. His eyes widened, and he turned away from Kakashi, running to his room.
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
Kakashi watched as the door slammed. He crouched down, and touched the puddle lightly. It was warm... Standing with a renewed determination, he went to Iruka's bedroom. He knocked lightly on the door, turning the handle and listening to the soft sobs that were coming through the door.