Kakashi woke up and stretched. Blinking contentedly in the dark, he rolled over, reaching for the blond man he was just with, but only finding his pillow. Frowning at the cold cloth, he realized he had that dream again. The dream he always had…gorgeous blue eyes that held an ocean in them and blonde hair he wanted to run his fingers through. What was most agonizing though was he could never remember the dream…just the man in it and the feeling of being so unbelievably happy. Kakashi could not believe anyone could ever be that happy. Grunting in frustration, he sat up. He always felt so…lonely…after that dream. Sighing he got up and went to do his daily routine…or, at least what he thought his daily routine was.
As the hot water washed over him, Kakashi tried again, for the millionth time, to remember whom he was…an early memory…something…from beyond a year ago. Moreover, for the millionth time, the first thing he could remember was waking up in this apartment. A year ago. He did not know where he was, what he did, who he was…not anything else really, besides his name was Hatake, Kakashi, and a blond-haired, blue-eyed god invaded his dreams and thoughts almost every night. Closing his eyes and leaning his head on the shower wall, Kakashi let his memories drift back to the beginning of…whatever this was. He had started to dub it "Life 2."
It was about a year ago, and there was a knock on the door. Kakashi jolted up at the sound and realized in that instant that he had no idea where he was or whose bed he was in…his mind was empty save that his name was Hatake, Kakashi and there was a blond male he had just been dreaming of being ripped away from. As the knock got more insistent, Kakashi jumped up, slipping on sweatpants that were laying on the floor by the bed. Heading out he started to search for the door. Upon finding it, Kakashi opened it to revel a rather tall and imposing looking redheaded man with dark amber eyes standing there in jeans and a tee shirt. "Yea, I know you don't know me. You don't know anyone. Anyways, that's to be expected and can't be helped. I'm Kurama. And I'm here to help you out…for a little while at least. So let me in and I'll let you know what I can for the ten minutes I'm here."
As Kakashi stumbled out of the way, still in shock, the redhead walked in with a grace unexpected of his rather tall and somewhat gangly nature. Kakashi noticed that his ears were a bit pointed and sticking out of that bright red mane. Sitting down at the kitchen table, this Kurama propped his feet up on the table. Kakashi noted Kurama was wearing combat boots that he didn't take off. Frowning, Kakashi looked at the redhead. "So, here's the 411…your name is Hatake, Kakashi. This is your apartment. You own a very expensive and elite restaurant called Urietto. You are also the head chef there. If you look around here hard enough, you'll find your banking information and all that good stuff. Don't go worrying about your past. If something's hidden, it's sometimes for the best. Gotta go." Jumping up, Kurama walked to the door. As he opened it, Kakashi managed to get over his stupor.
"Wait!" Kakashi called out, standing. As Kurama stopped, he glanced over his shoulder.
"Who is the blond I keep thinking of?" Kakashi asked.
Kurama's eyes widened a bit, but then narrowed. "If something's hidden, it's sometimes for the best." Stepping out the door, it closed with a click. As Kakashi sat down, he was more confused than when he woke up.
Coming out of his reverie, Kakashi shook his head and got out of the shower. Drying off, he dressed in jeans and a vee-necked gray sweater. Looking at himself in the mirror, he traced his finger over the scar covering his left eye in a vertical neat line. He didn't remember where he got the scar, nor why one of his eyes was almost black, but the other was red. Frowning in aggravation at his lack of memory, he shrugged it off. Finger coming his silver hair (he didn't feel that old, nor did he look that old in his opinion) he left the bathroom, grabbing his phone, wallet, and keys. He did not have to be at work until seven that evening, so he was going to check out the new café people were raving about. It was a play on a famous phrase called "Love is a Fur-Legged Word" and it was a dog café. He was excited to visit it, as he adored dogs. He found that out early on from going to parks and being drawn to the dogs. He always wanted to pet them. It seemed dogs were drawn to him too, as they trotted up to him if unleashed or strained at their leashes in passing to get near him, much to some of their owners' annoyance. Kakashi relished these interactions with dogs since his apartment didn't allow pets, so he couldn't have a fish, a hamster or even a guinea pig, let alone a dog.
It was said the coffee and tea was amazing in this café and the treats were good, too. Leaving his apartment Kakashi enjoyed the crisp autumn air. Wrapping the scarf around his neck a bit more tightly, as the air was brisk, he walked about ten minutes until he found the small bank of buildings the café was supposed to be in. Spying the sign on the door, Kakashi opened it and the delicious smell of a variety of teas and coffees hit his nostrils. Taking in a deep breath, he smiled and walked in. He could hear barking from his left. Looking around, he saw that there was a cash register to his left in front of a small display of items for sale. Beyond that was a door that led into a room that had dogs, people, and dog toys all in various states of play. Straight ahead of him was a sectioned off room that had a few small tables and a counter. There was a glass display dish with a variety of cookies in it. He could see the coffee machines behind the glass dish. This must be the café part. Stepping into the café, he looked around. There was a couple eating some cookies and drinking some tea, but no barista was in sight. Sitting down at the counter, Kakashi waited patiently. Turning around, he could see through the glass at the various types of dogs in the other room. Some were playing, some were being petted, and some were asleep.
"I'm getting back out there. Just had to grab some clean plates…" Kakashi turned to the sound of the voice to his left. Kakashi's eyes widened as the barista stopped, staring at him and dropping the stack of clean plates the barista was holding. Kakashi realized he was staring into the eyes that he dreamed of every night.