A/n inspired by Freddie Mercury and Jim. Dedicated to bohemian94, my best friend, who begged me to write this in honor of her idol, Freddie.
Wedding band.
It wasn't Iruka's fault. That was the key point that all of the doctors seemed to be missing. That it wasn't his fault. They all looked at Iruka, and eventually Kakashi with a mixture of pity and disgust.
Well Iruka wasn't some slut that slept with every man he saw. He'd had three, maybe four partners, not counting Mizuki.
First Hayate, then Genma then Kotetsu. Finally he fell in love with Kakashi. He never slept with a positive man and he had always used condoms.
So how had he ended up in this failing body, waiting for death to claim him? One word. Mizuki.
Miziki was his first boy friend, the first man he ever slept with. Mizuki who Hayate rescued him from after he raped and tried to kill him. But, that was six years ago, back then Mizuki was still negative. No, the trouble came when Mizuki found him again, a year ago.
He had ravaged Iruka in a parking lot and left him to be found an hour later by kakashi.
They got him tested and Iruka turned up positive. They put him on medicine but it did nothing. The desise made short work of his system. Now, tremors wracked his tiny frame and he spat up blood.
Kakashi sat by his bed fealing completely helpless. He had hunted down and killed Mizuki, he had gotten Iruka the best medical care that money could buy. And still he had failed. Iruka was going to die, in pain, surrounded by people who saw him as slime.
"Kakshi," Iruka's voice was a soft croak.
"Yes love" Kakashi's voice was tender with an underlying urgent panic.
"I … love you" his body went slack and the light left his eyes.
Kakashi looked at Iruka. At the wedding band gleaming on his finger, laid his head down on Iruka's lifeless chest and quietly sobbed himself to sleep.
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