His feet kick up dirt and foliage as he runs with all his might through the forest. Trees suddenly appear forcing him to push off and scrape against the bark. He's having trouble in his panic dodging them all. There are so many trees to slow him down, but perfect for his predator to catch up. He had never thought of how old his legs are until they shake and shoot needles of pain through him. It feels as if his ankles are about to break into the soles of his feet. He keeps glancing behind him expecting to see death, but can only see the trees. These trees they all looked exactly alike. Where was he? Every breath of fresh air scrapes the fragile tissue of his lungs and rips the weak muscles of his abdomen. He had never felt so old or frightened before. Could a man outrun death? No. It is just a temporary delay. But why did his life have to end like this alone in the woods running from an invisible hunter? He has to rest. He leans against a tall oak and grasps at his chest. This was torture. Why wasn't he killed ten minutes, half hour, or a whole hour ago? He lifts his foot and takes off his shoe. The skin has split and is bleeding. His thin shoes were only comfortable indoors not outside against the elements. Useless. Just like his money is now. He could buy anything, but his own life. He had offered, too, but that soulless black mask just stared at him and motioned for him to go to run. A twig snaps and sends his hair on end. He drops the shoe and keeps running. He didn't want death to claim him. He loved his life. He loved his many wives. He took care of his illegitimate children. Why him? His foot hooks into a decayed log. He flies forwards and slides down a small, steep hill. Dirt is clotted in his fresh wounds as he lifts his face. The hunter is done playing cat and fat, old mouse. He places a foot on the man's back and punches down into him. A death groan echoes and stirs the birds from the trees. He misses his last sunset by minutes.
* * *
"No, Gai,"Kakashi sighs as he strolls along the dirt road with his hands in his pockets. The bag on his back has gotten heavier by the mile and a race to the next village was not an option.
"How can he have so much energy left? That mission took every last ounce of my chakra." Asuma wonders as he watches Gai walks past Kakashi on his hands. Kakashi shrugs.
"Our youth is not yet over though our spring has passed. Another will come again!" Gai cheers. "Are you scared, Kakashi, that you'll lose to me yet again? I can remember your last failure quite well. It's now a tie and I refuse to be tied to you! I will win or lose trying!"
"You lost?" Asuma scoffs.
"It was a jalapeño eating contest. I took one bite and forfeited." Kakashi lays out his defense. Asuma chuckles. Kakashi pauses and puts a hand to his head to view the distance. "Good, we're almost there." The sooner he can ditch Gai the better.
"Aha!" Gai immediately drops his bag and begins stretching in every plausible direction and some that aren't.
Kakashi scratches his forehead protector. "We're sharing one room?" Asuma and him exchanges glances. "I'm going to see if they have anymore rooms."
Asuma watches as Gai bends over. "I'm with you." He walks after him. Asuma finds Kakashi at the front desk resting his head on his hand as he leans on it.
"Oh, really. . ." Kakashi sounds slightly irritated.
"So?" Asuma already knows.
"Looks like we're stuck with Gai ALL night." Kakashi plunges his hands in his pockets and drops his head to the side to motion his reluctant defeat.
Asuma rubs his soul patch as he hums. "We don't have to stay with himiall /inight." Asuma has a sly tone that makes Kakashi's eyebrow lift.
Saki is poured for two and Asuma takes it to the hole. He breathes a happy sigh as the heat hits his stomach. He hadn't been out drinking for a while. "They've got some good saki here. It's homemade." Asuma informs Kakashi, who is sitting with his head in his hand and staring off into space. "What's the matter, Kakashi? You haven't touched your drink."
"I've never been much of a drinker." He quickly retorts, but Asuma doesn't take offence. He just shakes his head with a smile and lights his cigarette.
"Sometimes I wonder if there's something missing in your life, Kakashi. I know it's non of my business, but when was the last time you went out, found a honey to squeeze, and just cut loose? A life can't revolve around missions and assignments alone. Then every time I do spot you out and about your nose is buried in a book or you're standing in front of that stone, lamenting. There has to be more for you."
Kakashi glares at Asuma. "A honey to squeeze, huh? Do you mean like what you have with Kurenai?"
Asuma should've seen that coming. Walking into that makes him chuckle. Kakashi sounded so bitter. Wasn't like Kakashi to be so high strung. Another suggestion comes into mind, but he doesn't dare say it. That suggestion would be addressing a very "private" matter, but by the fourth sip back he spits it out. "Maybe- -you just need to get laid?" He stifles a laugh. What a boyish thing for him to say. It must have sounded so stupid coming from a man his age.
Kakashi drops his head a notch with a heavy sigh. "Getting laid. . ." It is such a normal action for any animal and any fertile young man, but he had always let his mind be too occupied by trivial things in his boring home life to let it take precedence. Sure he has had his share of cute girls and lovely ladies cling to him and blush as he offers them a walk home or a drink. He was a bit of an old fashioned guy, but then it would come down to her wanting a peak, a kiss, or even a full night in and for some reason it was a bit of a turn off. He wasn't going to keep the mask on during "that" but he knew some just wanted to see to satisfy their curiosity. Or worse yet they wanted to see in order to judge. So he'd be cruel by just saying goodbye and walking away. Immersing himself in those books and perfecting his Sharingon eye was a good way to avoid everything all together. Then a horrifying thought hits him: all Gai ever does is train relentlessly. Was he going to become like him? No-no way, he was too smart for that. Still has the action of his "job" made him so dull, because nothing really surprised or excited him anymore?
Kakashi pushes himself up, reaches into his pocket, and drops a coin on the counter. "I think I'll turn in for tonight. I've wanted to get to the next chapter anyways." He says solemnly and walks out. Asuma puffs out the smoke like a tired dragon and says nothing. He hadn't intended on getting under Kakashi's skin. He didn't even think it possible, but not even Kakashi could hide that kind of melancholy.
He walks alone down the unlit streets of this rather large village. So many people with so many lives full of all the little things that make them worth living. Those little things that make lives happy did he have enough things or was it he didn't have one specific thing that was worth them all? Lonely should be his name, but he did have quite the unique name that normally got him insulted. Lonely is the name that still suited him best. His parents were lost at a young age. Both his teammates died young while he lived on. Didn't seem fair. His protégé betrayed the village and himself. His other two students gained better teachers. He is content to have friends within the village, but when a day concludes with him standing alone staring off into space and nothing to make him smile it makes what Asuma said that much more sharp. i"Sometimes I wonder if there's something missing in your life, Kakashi"/i He makes the bluest of sighs. "Yeah-sometimes I wonder that, too." He says to himself.
When he looks up again he sees he's wandered into a dark road that was more like an ally. He glances around. "How'd I end up here?"
There's a sinister laugh in the shadows. In front of him steps a heavily built, tall man to the left and a tinier man, much tinier man to the right. The little guy is stout and smoking a cigar. "You just walked right into our territory. There's a good price on ninja tools and on particular ninja heads. So who are you?" It seems that the little guy is the brains, or lack there of, behind this. Kakashi can see it now it was all part of a clever genjutsu that led him down the wrong streets to this ally they've made to look like a normal roadway. He was so distracted he followed right along. It was very careless of him and of them.
Kakashi puts a hand to his chin in thought. "My name -you want to know MY name? I don't see why you just didn't ask before instead of luring me here. I guess I could tell you, but I won't." The men's faces sneer up at him and his cocky attitude. He wasn't worried in the least bit. "No, I don't feel like telling you. You could always figure out yourself by doing something completely stupid like attacking me, but that would be a bad idea." Kakashi keeps stretching out his "buts" to mock them.
Then the little man smiles and makes a cut throat gesture. Behind Kakashi is a thick shadow which brings a sledge hammer down that splits his head open and wedges into his back. They laugh for only a second when in a poof there's a log stuck on the end of that hammer. "Bad Idea," The shadow doesn't even have time to turn when he's struck out. He topples to the ground on top of his log and hammer. Kakashi stands casually behind him with one empty hand up and the other still in his pocket. Both men are rendered speechless. Kakashi stares at them lazily. If that's the best they can do then he's not going to even work up a sweat.
"What you waiting for an open invitation? Grab him you moron!" The tiny boss barks and points at Kakashi. The big guy comes at Kakashi with a sword in hand. He runs at him like a bull with the sword for his horns and Kakashi steps aside as a matador. The man stumbles over himself as he runs back around. Kakashi keeps his back to him and again just side steps the attack. This time the man stops after missing and swings his sword at his head. Kakashi ducks, hooks his foot behind the oafs ankle, and pulls his foot out from under him as he stands up. Dirt flies up in a cloud as the body lands flat. The little guy works himself up into a tizzy. "That's it! Get him! Now!" He orders. On top of the surrounding buildings rise the heads of many men with scars and weapons. A few step out from the ends of the ally.
"Crap." Kakashi states as he sees them all. He knows that amongst them are some actual rogue ninjas. Those are the ones that'll cause him trouble. He just has to weed them out. The others are pushovers. They all yell and come at him all at once. He thinks quickly of an effective way to get rid of them. Horse, tiger-fire jutsu. One breath and the ally fills with fire and screaming men. Kakashi stands in the middle of burned bodies too crispy to want to move. "Is that all? That was a lot of guys for nothing." Kakashi is so unimpressed. The little man stomps his feet around and shakes his fists in a tantrum.
Kakashi jumps. Four kunai follow him with each step. On top of a building is more of a challenge. He hops down and reveals himself. The man has a wild mane of uncombed brown hair and a strange twin blade sword on his back. Where had Kakashi seen this man before? "This man is Hatake Kakashi, the Sharingon Warrior or more suiting the Copy-Cat Ninja, because all he does is mimic the ninjustsus of others because he can't create any of his own." Kakashi doesn't let this faze him though his pride is thoroughly ticked by it. The man couldn't be any more wrong about him. "Hatake Kakashi I have been waiting for the opportunity to fight with you."
"You have?"
"Yes, I have! You act as though you don't recognize me."
"Uh." Kakashi rubs the back of his head. "Sorry, I don't."
"Yasuko Reisuke! My father-you killed my father seven years ago! I vowed to your face that I'd take my vengeance on you! You bastard!" Yasuko loses his cool. Kakashi scratches his cheek a tiny bit then holds up one finger. "So you do remember." Yasuko grabs hold of his sword ready to fight.
"I still don't remember you." Kakashi holds his palm down at a four foot level. "Were you shorter then?"
Yasuko's jaw drops to the ground. This was the fierce ninja that his strong father was killed by? The man couldn't even remember a threat on his life! And what was with that haircut? "Enough talk!" Yasuko charges and swings his sword over his shoulder. Kakashi back flips onto the wall and looks down on Yasuko while in a sitting position. He missed and cut into the wall. Then the structure shakes and the spot where the blades are impaled shatters apart. Kakashi leaps over Yasuko's head to the ground before he can send more shock waves through the building and makes it completely collapse. There could be innocent people sleeping inside. The two blades that are set side by side are identical. They are blunt and thin which is not good for slicing, but used like a tuning fork could cause major damage to anything it touches. Blind with rage he swings carelessly at Kakashi who dodges each swing. He has to keep this guy away from any populated structures. He needs a deserted, run down area. Kakashi turns and runs. "Coward! I won't let you off that easily! You don't deserve to live!" Yasuko continues his pursuit. Through the streets he darts avoiding any with people in the way until the buildings start looking more like boarded up shambles. This was far enough. Kakashi holds up a kunai as he turns and sees no one. He waits. Where could Yasuko have gone? Did he lose him? He didn't run that fast. So where. . .from above! Kakashi jumps in barely enough time. Dirt and rocks kick up and catch him. Yasuko impales the sword into the ground and rumbles the Earth. This guy is going to blast him in two. He uses the tip of his kunai to slow his landing. The guy is better than he led on. He pulls up his forehead protector to reveal his Sharingon. Before the dust can even settle Yasuko sweeps in from the side narrowly clipping Kakashi's hair. Kakashi kicks up as he rolls and knocks Yasuko straight back into another ally. Kakashi stands and comes in closer. The guy was fast and dangerous. He was going to have no other recourse. This man is after his life.
He points his hand down and focuses with all his might. The tingle of the chakra sparks up his hand and burns his pores. He holds his arm at the elbow and slowly lifts his hand. "You said I was merely a copy and I could not create any attacks of my own. So let me prove you wrong." Kakashi's voice is strained from the massive amount of chakra being forced through him. Yasuko is getting to his feet when Kakashi charges. At full speed he rams his hand through both blades, shattering them, and into his chest. Yasuko flies back, his broken sword clatters to the ground, and Kakashi is left standing with blood dripping down his face. He holds his hand in front of him. It's shaking violently. Even with the chakra around his hand the vibrations created by the blade nearly splintered his bones. The pain in his arm is immense. He won't be able to do the Chidori for a good while. He lets his hand drop to his side and eyes Yasuko's body lying in the dirt of a dark ally. Should he leave the body? Didn't seem right, but then again it wasn't his fault that Yasuko chose this fate. Vengeance wasn't going to lead anyone to anything, but more pain and their own defeat. He can't feel sorry for him. Yasuko died a warrior's death. It's still too bad he can't remember the man's father. Maybe that was the sad part sitting in the pit of his stomach. Kakashi pulls down the protector over his eye. i'No use in dwelling on it.' /iHe decides.
Yasuko can feel a painful hole in his chest. It went right into his soul which was slowly leaking out into the atmosphere. He grits his teeth. He's not dead yet. There is still time to murder his father's killer. He forces himself up on his arms. Blood pours from his chest. He can't breathe with broken ribs stabbing into his lungs. His blurred vision catches sight of the silver haired man. His back is to him. He's leaving. The son of a bitch is leaving him for dead. This fills him with the anger he needs to lift him on wobbly legs. His sword is flat on the ground broken in two, but the blades are still sharp and even the partial left can create a dangerous amount of power. All he needs is one shot. He isn't going to give in, because he's going to make his father proud. He clutches the sword for dear life and starts running. Harder he pushes himself. He won't lose!
Kakashi glances back. The sound of feet were closing in. Right in his face is Yasuko not quite dead, but not quite alive. His sword is being jabbed right at him. Not enough time to escape. Then Yasuko falls like a tree to the ground. He lets out a tiny death moan and goes cold. Kakashi squats down and sees he has fallen on his own sword. He didn't just fall over dead, something tripped him. He looks over and sees someone sitting against the wall to his left. They're cast in shadow, but their foot is sticking out right where Yasuko tripped. This stranger saved him. He stands and so does Kakashi. Whoever it is they're male as far as he can tell. Staying in the shadows he walks away, but Kakashi is stung with curiosity. This person was not here before. They appeared like a ghost. As he reaches the end of the ally Kakashi runs up. He wants to see if this is friend or foe, but as he reaches the dirt road lit only by moonlight and no one is there. He whips around in both directions and scratches the back of his head. Where did he go? A smell catches his nostrils. It's not so much pungent as it is alluring. It's coming from beside him. Leaning against the building not more than five feet from him is a young man in a black A-shirt and extremely baggy pants held up around his thin waste with a leather belt. He's got his arms folded over a strapping, lean chest. His black hair shines even in the dull light and falls just barely over his shoulders, resting like feathers. A few bangs stick out over his face, but the top half of his hair is pulled back in a hair tie. In his mouth sits a mid-length, green pipe just like the one the Fourth Hokage would use. Little wisps of smoke glide up between a pair of pale orange eyes. Kakashi can tell just by looking at this cute young man he's no more than seventeen at best. He's so young and delicate in appearance. Young men like him don't hang out in dark allies all alone just to have a smoke.
He speaks his voice as deep and smooth as black silk. "Are you really blind in that eye?" He sounds slightly sarcastic. It's said just so he can quench his own curiosity. They have something in common.
A bottle of saki is left on the counter of the bar. It's a seedier dive than the last one he was in with Asuma. It's a place for rough necks and lawbreakers. This boy didn't fit in and neither did he, but the bartender didn't ask for an ID. He just stares at Kakashi as he says he'll put this on the boy's tab. A regular in a place like this is sad. The boy slides over the little shot glass to Kakashi. Kakashi had offered the boy the drink and the boy is offering him the drink? Kakashi holds up his hand to say no. The boy leaves it there as he begins drinking straight out the bottle. Kakashi watches as he swallows half of it in one gulp. He was a regular alright. He'd never seen anyone drink like that not even Tsunade-sama.
"What does it matter. . ." The boy begins. ". . .you're going to die someday."
Kakashi eyes the shot, taps his fingers on the rough wood covered in scratches, taps his knuckles against it two times, and gives up. He quickly pulls his mask out and splashes it back in one motion. Why was it to him that all saki tasted the same every time? Asuma could point out subtle differences and Juryia could identify every last detail from where the rice came from and how long it has been fermented. He doubts that this boy is an aficionado either. He takes a long, hard drag of his pipe, and holds it. The smoke is then slowly filtered out. Kakashi fiddles with the shot glass and tries to think of something more to say. The bottle grabs his attention as he's about to pour more for him. "Take another before you speak. It'll make it easier for you." He blurts out around the pipe in his mouth. He's amazingly good at speaking with it in. Kakashi can't tell if he wasn't looking right at him. So he does.
Sweet poison for an intelligent brain. "Alcohol kills brain cells," The first thing that comes to mind.
"You care?"He takes out the pipe and inspects the contents.
Kakashi stares down as if disappointed. "No." He holds it out for another shot. Without even looking the boy complies. "This is going to be a long night."
Bottles of saki line the bar in front of the two men whose expressions haven't changed since they entered the bar. Their faces are melancholic carvings of hard lives on handsome men. "Closing time, guys. You don't have to go home you just got to get the hell out of here." The bartender is a comedian. Kakashi didn't expect a place like this to have a closing time until he swivels the seat around he sees how dead the place is. There's a drunken man passed out at one table and another sweeping up the floor. The boy stands and immediately stumbles. Kakashi holds out an arm to stop him from falling forward. Poor kid too wasted to walk straight. Poor kid wanted to be this wasted for whatever fucked up reason that brought him there to begin with. He takes a deep breath and straightens up. Kakashi half expects him to fall back, but then Kakashi stands and realizes the kid isn't alone in his extreme inebriation. The room shifts as if he's on a boat. He stays still, or thinks he's staying still, but he's really swaying just a bit. Kakashi burps and regains some sense. The boy's eyes are glazed and drowsy. Could he even make it home? Did he have a home? Kakashi feels a little responsible. He offered to buy the kid a drink and then didn't bother to slow him down when he was chugging back whole bottles.
"So, umm. . ." Kakashi puts a hand to his head. Did he ever catch the boy's name? ". . .do you need help getting home?" The boy shakes his head no. "At least let me walk you there."
The boy makes a lazy shrug. "If you insist." Kakashi can tell he's trying not to smile. He must think that this strange old man was either playing daddy or coming on to him. It wasn't either.
Down the roads, around many corners, and a few pit stops the boy leads him. The longer he walks the quicker he seems to be sobering up unlike Kakashi who felt just as drunk as before, but the fresh air did help. That bar was full of cigarette smoke and foul language. If his mask wasn't being used as a filter he'd have emphysema by now. The boy's smoke was tolerable. It was down right tempting and made his head feel kind of stuffy and light. The smoke in his pipe has died down to a flickering string. "That's not tobacco." Kakashi concludes.
"Nope." He flat out admits.
A small and sturdy apartment complex only held 6 or 8 rooms. His is in the second floor room 405. He digs in his pocket as Kakashi stands behind him then the boy just opens the door without it. He had left it unlocked. Kakashi could tell this kid was the type that welcomed trouble and took risks with little to no thought. He could also see he was the type not to hesitate or think twice about anything. It's the opposite of Kakashi until he is wrapped in battle. The boy walks into the darkness as expected: without hesitation to any danger that could lurk inside. He leaves the door open and flips on a small kitchen light. Kakashi stands outside the door. To leave and sleep it off or go inside and further investigate this kid? The alcohol was dulling his wits and he'd feel no need to be concerned about some pretty boy, but then again there was Haku and Zabuza. It was foolish to underestimate anyone even the prettiest of faces.
"You're letting bugs in." His low voice grumbles from inside. Kakashi peaks in. The place is so empty. There is nothing to decorate the walls. The only objects not part of the room are high chairs for the kitchen counter that divides the two parts of the room and a flat, traditional bed in the corner under a window. There's one other door that's open to show a full bath. The boy is leaning with both arms braced against the counter on the inner part of the kitchen. Kakashi steps inside and shuts the door behind him. It's so quiet. He can't help, but fear something might happen-something life changing. The boy turns to the cabinet hanging over the stove and rummages through it. Kakashi takes a seat on the other side at one of the chairs. It's just like the bar. The boy pulls down a glass bottle of thin crimson liquid and sets it down. Kakashi can make out the foreign letters as saying something about "fields of ripened beauty" and "grapes", but it didn't matter he knew what it was. He hadn't seen it around much anywhere but cities. "I normally drink wine. I like the taste better. But it all has the same effect." The boy explains. Kakashi nods. It was true. Personally he found wine to be bitter, but it left a sweet after taste. He pours some in a glass and sets it in front of Kakashi. "Ever had?"
Kakashi holds the glass and gazes into it. When he looks back up the boy has the mouth of the bottle to his and is taking a swig. He's getting frustrated with how little the boy seems to care about himself. "Don't you have a limit?" He's sounding so old.
The bottle makes a popping noise as he pulls his moist lips from it. "No, I don't." He's sounding arrogantly young. "We only limit ourselves, because we fear. Those without fear do not limit they push until the barrier breaks."
Kakashi was unaware that this boy was a great philosopher. How could someone so young come up with such definitions? Of course at his age he was no different. He was worse in fact. The only thing was no one knew about it. He had always been good at hiding things. This situation would be no different. "A bottle of sin for a couple of sinners." He pulls down his mask and casually sips. The boy joins him. The best part of this scene had been the fact the boy hadn't once asked or tried to see what was under his mask. He really hadn't cared what Kakashi may have been trying to hide. He didn't even peek over as Kakashi sipped his wine. Kakashi finds himself staring. The boy was so quietly strange it reminded him so much of someone he didn't wish to know anymore. The stove light glows around his body. It's so bold and soft in the light. Not just any boy gains a physique like that from puberty. This kid did something laborious for a living. Could he be a shinobe of some kind like he had previously suspected?
The bottle smacks the counter harder than expected. Kakashi is broken from his stare to the boy sliding his hand off the bottle and walking around to his side. He leans back against the counter between Kakashi and the next chair. He flips open a tin and taps the burnt remnants out of the pipe into it. He then shifts the contents with his finger before picking a few pinches of the shredded, dried, green plant that's sticky with black tar and stuffing it gently inside. For some reason the saying "ignorance is bliss" comes to Kakashi's mind. At the moment the kid is either extremely ignorant or extremely intelligent. So far there wasn't enough information to distinguish much, but he was doubting the boy's ignorance. He holds out the pipe to him and blows out a smooth line from rounded lips. Kakashi eyes it and follows up his arm, to his chest, up his neck, to those tired eyes. Eyes that can often be mistaken for lazy when they're just so tired of watching life pass by and all the terrible occurrences for them to witness. All those occurrences take the colors of the world, drain them, and leave things black, white, and gray. Would this return some of the shades? Only one way to find out. Kakashi takes it and takes in a deep drag. His eyes water as he tries not to cough, but can't stop a little sputter from choking out. The smoke stuffs up behind his eyes and makes his brain float. Not a good thing for a ninja of his status to be doing, but he had seen worse out of better. Not like this was a regular thing. The boy takes his pipe back and holds it between his teeth as he's caught in a daze at something outside. The deep sea of stars and the mystery of the night which could not compare to the mystery of the quiet room. Kakashi again finds himself staring deep into the boy. Names had never been exchanged and reason's never known. So what did this all mean?
"You know if you want something from me just say it. The less playing around the better. I'm a straight forwards kind of guy." The boy stands facing him and somehow towering over him. Kakashi feels like the short distance to look up is like trying to find the precipice of a mountain. "You want to commit a sin?"
"I've never been a saint." Kakashi retorts.
"Saints are the worst kind of sinners. Be happy you're not one. You're still another pathetic human, but not stuck on false ideals." The way he speaks leaves Kakashi speechless. What can he say that could argue against this understanding and hate of humanity? The worst kind of truth was the kind spilled from purity. There was no debating it. If Kakashi was sober he'd be able to find a quote or fable that could contest, but he is drunk and at the mercy of this young man who was barely out of childhood. This helplessness is making him feel so strange. What was in that pipe? What was in that wine? What was in those words that made him want to drift away and give up all his free will? What did this boy want from him? What did he want from this boy? His mind is wrapped around so many questions it's getting crowded, but outside everything is silent and still.
The boy unties the knot at the back of his forehead protector and pulls it off from the front. Kakashi looks up at him. For the first time in a long time his face is completely exposed to another human being or at least a creature in the form of a human being. He isn't sure. His hand goes out and finds the dip of the boy's back. He wants to find out. He has to know what makes this lad so special. The boy lets him pull him in close. Is this what he wants? Kakashi can feel the heat of his body calling out to him even though the boy is as cool as ice. Something in the scent has been proven to attract animals to one another. Chemicals will flow without conscious thought. His palm is beginning to moisten as it moves up the deep dip of his spine under his shirt. The boy had said it himself i"...if you want something from me just say it..."/iJust say it.
Kakashi uses the counter to pull himself to his feet and presses himself against the boy's smaller frame. "What I want. . ." he has to practically catch his breath. He never got nervous so then what was this rush in his veins making him perspire? ". . .is you." He finally admits it out loud. It is what has been building in the back of his mind since the moment he laid eyes on this precious demon of temptation. Just admitting it and feeling his body against his own has made him hard all over. He connects his lips to his and feels the tingle of heat grow across his skin and touch every inch of him. This boy held a greater sensation than any alcohol or drug could deliver. He had never felt this driven to dive in and let himself flow freely. How badly he wishes for this to last forever, but the boy shoves Kakashi off and makes him sit on the barstool. Kakashi opens his mouth to at least apologize, but the boy plunges into him, lapping his tongue against Kakashi's. It sends a quiver down into his ever tightening pants. There was no longer any room down there. He is going to explode and couldn't care less as long as the boy doesn't stop. His hands find Kakashi's zipper, opens his vest with ease, and pulls up layers of shirt until they're bunched under his armpits. His tongue swirls around Kakashi's in a suggestive manner. He pulls back and leaves Kakashi's mouth agape, wanting more. As a woman would the boy crosses his arms and pulls his A-shirt over his head. He slides back between Kakashi's legs and bites at his nipples, distracting him from his diligent hands skillfully working lose the small button and zipper of his pants. Kakashi grips the overhang of the counter and the seat as he tries not to get too excited. Suddenly the boy falls and reveals Kakashi's own exposed member. He hadn't even felt it being moved. The boy's tongue lays on his bottom lip and licks all the way up from the base to the dripping tip as if it were a melting popsicle. His tongue laps across the head not missing a drop. Kakashi gasps as the boy's warm, wet mouth covers him completely and slowly slides up. Hungrily the boy sucks and dances his tongue up and down. Kakashi's eyes roll up as his head goes back. His mind has finally quieted. All the questions and fears have vanished. There are no thoughts to distract or worry it all has been replaced by this ever consuming ecstasy. Makes him long for more, harder, and faster so the sparks of pleasure would fly up his spine and drown him. His hand latches into the boy's feather soft hair and forces him to breath him in deeper. The boy silently complies as his own spit and Kakashi's juices overflow his mouth and run down. The boy swallows hard as he tries to maintain speed and deny the his own throbbing urges. Tiny moans that come from him are muffled. This makes Kakashi's legs twitch.
The boy pulls off and his lips make the same popping noise as when he released the wine bottles mouth. The thick liquids drip out the corner of his mouth. Kakashi wipes it away with his thumb and steadies his breathing as he gazes into the young man's face. He's so lovely he can barely stand it. Faces like his were only seen in picturesque art made from dreams of angels and deities, but here it was bringing pleasure to him in order to bring pleasure to itself. Shouldn't it be the other way around? Why wasn't he on his knees making this boy cry out in pure pleasure? Yet there's something so tender in the boy's strange colored eyes. It calls for him a need that he may not be able to satisfy, but wants him to try. Kakashi lifts him up and they kiss so hard their teeth make dents behind the lips. Kakashi knows he needs to feel him. He knows the boy wants to feel him as deeply and fully as possible. Their mouths open and lips encompass one another. Kakashi's mouth is filled with a sweetened salty taste that makes his mouth water. His vest slides off his shoulders to the floor. He runs his hand through the boy's hair until he comes to that little tie holding back the rest of his silken hair and releases it. The boy's onyx threads drape around his face giving him an even more feminine touch. Kakashi can feel the pink of his cheeks glow. The boy spots this also, but doesn't stop. He grabs hold of Kakashi's shirts and yanks them up as he sucks on his lips. Kakashi snatches the hem of the boy's jeans and pulls him roughly to him and drops his pants to the floor. Practically naked Kakashi stands and let's his own drop right along. They stand bare with hot flesh cooling in the air.
Kakashi lifts his chin and kisses him gently. He denies his racing hormones and moves slowly. In perfect step Kakashi walks him backwards. Their lips barely part for even a second. Neither of them can catch their breath. Kakashi wraps his arms around the boy's stoic back and bends him back. Letting Kakashi take him he lets his body go limp as Kakashi lowers him upon his crisp bed. Wanting his legs open and knees press against Kakashi's sides. Kakashi holds himself over him and runs his fingertips along the boy's stomach. They are both longing and waiting. Kakashi shifts forwards taps the head against the boy's opening. Should he dare? The boy slides the bangs over his Sharingon eye then down over the scar. His hand then comes down to a spot on his own chest Kakashi hadn't noticed before. The spot is a jagged and uneven X over where his heart rests. He isn't relating the two to show Kakashi, but he is doing it for himself. He can feel a connection between them. Pain and heartache. So much alike they are that Kakashi doesn't need to search his mind to know what he wants. Kakashi runs a hand along his thigh and holds him up just a bit. Inside him is warm and tight. He can feel this with merely the head. It makes him tremble and tense. The boy is caught in a stare at Kakashi's tired eyes, but excited expression. He raises his legs up higher and uses them to pull Kakashi in a little more. Kakashi eases in every inch a spasm of delight. All the way in and they're both heaving lustfully. Kakashi holds back as much as he can which causes even greater reactions inside him. It's driving him mad. He just wants to go into a primal state and let his body take control. Kakashi starts to pull out and the boy's mouth opens in a silent scream as his back arches. Halfway out he moves back in setting a steady rhythm. Every movement Kakashi does makes the boy tighten so hard around him. Gripping pleasure tingles up him and all through that area. His hot little hole is squeezing out every drop of love Kakashi can give without bursting. He's half tempted to cry from the damning delight overcoming him. His hips gyrate as he thrusts in and out a little faster with each few pulls. All thoughts and inhibitions have flown out the window. There is only him and this beautiful creature filling him with a frenzy of lust. His pores have opened and his chakra is racing through him almost as fast as the adrenaline swelling his muscles to the brink of their proportions. He needs to scream to call out to release this energy. He can't take it anymore. The boy suddenly pulls himself to Kakashi and embraces him tightly as he digs his nails into his back. The rush is intoxicating. A suppressed moan bellows out from deep inside. Kakashi can't form words just noises. Noises his member is yelling out from inside. Sparks pop and reach every end of every nerve and send him into spasms. The world is lit with fireworks behind his eyelids and give the world colors once again. Colors of fleshy pink, hot red, pale orange, and lightning silver. If all exuberant pleasures in the world were sins this experience would be at the top of the list.
Kakashi lets his head drop. How he wished to make this last as long as his body would allow. It was a blessed rapture that could never be topped. Nothing else matters. The world is empty and only them in this little room exists. Kakashi finds himself smiling and finally finding his breath. He looks over his petite lover and blinks, confused. The boy's arms drop from Kakashi's back. Still running down his cheeks are tears. Many-many tears have soaked into dark spots on the pillow where the boy was looking up at him. Now he is facing off to the side in a shy manor and his eyes are closed. Kakashi carefully pulls out and sits back on his shins. The boy gulps and opens his eyes a crack. Had Kakashi just committed such a sin?
Kakashi is filled with a confused dread. Had his sins gone too far? Had the boy truly pushed until that barrier within him was broken? Damn kids never knew when to quit. Damn kids always pushing too far just to feel alive. In the end what more did it do besides hurt themselves? All of Kakashi's experiences resurface and he's suddenly filled with wisdom years in the making, but he can't voice a single one. It seemed too cruel to patronize him now and put it in his face how wrong he's been. Even if Kakashi were to he didn't know where to begin. The drinking, smoking, leaving doors unlocked, taking strangers home, or having sex with said strangers all the kid's mistakes he had just made himself. He had no right to scold him.
The boy sits up with his head down. His delicate hair hides his face and he gets up, heading straight to the bathroom. Kakashi watches him out the corner of his eye. Had he hurt the boy? That's the problem with mortals they think godly creatures were limitless and unshakable. Kakashi grabs his briefs from his pants, pulls up his mask, and leans against the bathroom doorway. He stands in the shower with his head still down so he can feel the hot water beat down over his body. Kakashi folds his arms and observes. He's left the light off, but the curtain is clear so he can see him. At the base of his back is terribly deep bruising that rises up his spine or was it the bad lighting? Kakashi can't tell. So many things about him are left in the dark. Who was this kid?
"Most people smoke after sex." Kakashi sounds like he's suggesting something.
"Most people don't put on a mask after sex. It seems that you're the one who's ashamed not me. Maybe you should be in here."
Kakashi's eyes narrow. For someone who's acting so shy he sounds very headstrong. His actions haven't matched his tone since they've met. Which is the real one? "Most people don't have sex with strangers." Kakashi spits out.
"Most people don't follow a stranger to undetermined locations to have sex."
Again the boy got him. "Is it normal for you?"
"Having sex with strange men?" The boy is more implying the question than actually being confused as to what Kakashi is asking. That's the question the kid wanted to answer not the "how often do you sleep with strangers" one. "If given the chance any man would have sex with another man they admire or find beautiful. You're no exception. So what either of us does is not considered normal. Normal is for the weak minded that are uncomfortable with change. Normal is an odd implication coming from a man who hides from the world using a mask."
"Kinda conceded of you-calling yourself beautiful then me odd. . ."
The boy lifts his head and lets the water hit his face. "I never called myself beautiful. I implied that you might or other men might think that. I don't see myself as beautiful, not in the least." He's looking up now, but sounding so depressing. Kakashi can hardly believe him. Didn't he see himself as attractive when his body is flawless and face meant for magazine spreads. This boy could be a model, but he's drowning himself in alcohol, smoking, and dangerous sex as if he's daring death. How Kakashi could just reach out and punch the kid a good one. He was right and it drove him nuts with interest. Kakashi does find him beautiful and so intelligent. It's a deadly combination especially for a young man. Natural talents like that can put a man so high in the food chain he'd never have to lift a finger and could use anyone he liked. But this boy wasn't like that. That one scar over his heart said so. What was it that Kakashi didn't understand about him? His moods were dark, his habits bad, his home plain, his attractiveness on high, his genius ever growing, and secrets locked tight. Kakashi scratches the back of his neck. He didn't even know the boy's name. Did he know his? Did he even care?
He snatches a towel off the rack and dries off as he slips past Kakashi. He stands in the middle of his floor and rubs the towel over his hair. When he pulls it off it's an adorable mess. "You can stay or you can go. Either way I don't care. Just leave when I say leave." Straightforward was right. The boy drops his towel where he stands and crawls into bed.
"Where are your pajamas?"Kakashi has to ask.
"Don't own any," the boy mumbles from under the covers. He's all tuckered out.
Kakashi sighs and picks the towel off the floor and replaces it back on the rack. He hates little messes like that. It's just plain laziness. He then stands next to the bed and glances around. No clocks or calendars. There's no sense of time or days in a room like this. A person could go crazy in a room so simple and lacking of reality. There wasn't even a radio. It was clear this kid didn't live a normal life. There was nothing to indicate any real abnormality, but there also wasn't anything to implicate normality. There wasn't anything at all. In that simple observation it made the kid weird. Kakashi gives in. The alcohol and physical activity had been enough to make him not care what the others were thinking. He barely lifts the blankets as he slides in them. The bed is brand new. The kid hadn't been living there long. Kakashi puts one hand behind his head and begins to drift off. He rolls over onto his side and can smell the sweet scent of warm skin and slightly oiled hair. Something still wasn't right.
"What's your name?" Kakashi wonders.
"What does it matter?" He's groggy and stubborn.
"It matters to me." Kakashi lets more emotion through than he intended. He sounds hurt.
The boy opens his eyes a crack and blinks. "Sho."
"Sho," Kakashi hums. So simple and little it's a kid's name. It's gentle and modest. Maybe it did fit the boy perfectly even if it is made up. Now he has a name.