Iruka can't help but cry at the sight of his father's watch laying upon his grave. The man, who had lost his life when the Kyuubi attacked the village, had always said that time was one of the most important factors in a ninja's life. They lived by time and they died by time, appreciating every single moment they were offered. After learning this, Iruka had made it his goal to give his father—his dad, his best friend—as many happy memories as possible. He had a list, and was determined to at least get to 1000 moments before anything horrible should happen to either of them.

He didn't get his 1000 moments, and Iruka had to watch his father be murdered by the beast that had attacked Konoha. He had only been a small child when it all happened.

742. That was how many moments he had given his father in the time he had been alive.

The watch had been stopped by Iruka a week after his father's death. Time wasn't needed for the ninja anymore.

"How are you, Iruka?" His friend's voice sounded from behind him.

"Kakashi."

"Yes."

"…I'm sad," Iruka responded, bending down to drag his fingers along his father's name. "I'm guilty."

Kakashi's footsteps moved closer, and Iruka knew the man must now be standing behind him. "Why?" He asked.

And so Iruka told him of the story and of his father's words. He left out nothing, because he trusted the masked man behind him.

Kakashi bent down beside Iruka and picked up the watch. His battle-torn hands played with it for a moment, before he set it back down. Iruka saw that the watch was working once again.

"Even after a ninja dies, Iruka, they still have memories. You are your father's son. Make your own memories for him; in honour of him." Kakashi mumbled, placing a gentle hand on Iruka's shoulder. "You have already given your father so much simply by loving him."

Iruka shivered and rubbed at his eyes. He still wasn't happy.

Kakashi smiled. "I know you're stubborn, though, and I know you'll want to finish that list of yours." He hesitated a moment before reaching up and pulling down the black mask that covered most of his face.

Iruka couldn't help but look away, blushing. It was rare to see the ninja beside him without that mask. Kakashi's surprisingly soft hands moved Iruka's face back, however, and in an instant the two were kissing. It was something Iruka would remember forever—a memory to cherish.

Kakashi pulled away smiling. "743," he whispered.

This fic is way random. And too short. But I still like it.