Rating:
PG
Pairing: Iruka/Hayate, sort of
Status:
Complete, One-shot
Summary: Iruka looks back on his time
with Hayate.
You could be happy and I won't know. Could I be
unhappy and you won't know?
Genre: Angst, Romance,
One-shot
Warnings: vague yaoi, nothing explicit,
remembrance and mildly depressing mood
Disclaimer: I asked
Kishimoto-san for the loan of the boys for my birthday... I kind of
never took them back to him :) Song is You Could Be Happy by
Snow Patrol
Fits along with Hatochan's Show and Tell: I'll Show You Mine in the Tolerant Intolerant universe.
You Could Be Happy
You
could be happy and I won't know And all the things that I wished I had not
said Is
it too late to remind you how we were Most of what I remember makes me sure
But you weren't happy the day I
watched you go
Are played in loops 'till it's madness in my head
But not our last days of
silent screaming blur
I should have stopped you from walking out the door
You
could be happy, I hope you are
You made me happier than I'd been
by far
Somehow everything I own smells
of you
And for the tiniest moment it's all not true
Do
the things that you always wanted to
Without me there to hold you
back, don't think, just do
Iruka
carefully formed the hand signs for kage bunshin no jutsu. He
knew the signs, but had never before made the combination. He
was almost surprised when the other body poofed into existence.
Quickly, before he could change his mind, he performed a henge no
jutsu and released it upon the clone and stared into the face of his
former lover. "Hayate," he whispered. He looked into the
familiar dark brown eyes and felt that familiar warm, safe feeling.
He
sank to his knees, drawing the clone with him, laying his head on the
other's chest. He knew it had been right to let Hayate go
back to Yugao, but that didn't make him miss the man any less.
They had been so happy together. He knew they could be happy
still if he hadn't sent the swordsman away.
His
scent still lingered in the tiny apartment, almost as much as his
memory. Everything Iruka saw reminded him of Hayate.
Lying against the hard chest, feeling the warm arms embrace him, he
almost believed it was not true, that Hayate was still here. He
still remembered the words. "It's over, Hayate. Go back to
her, go back to Yugao, where you belong." He remembered watching
him go, with slow steps and a hanging head, and had to turn away to
keep from calling him back.
Hayate
wasn't happy that day. Iruka hoped he was happy now. He
wished he was happy. Happy again with Hayate. He kissed
the clone before dismissing it, missing the honey and herb taste of
the sick man's mouth, and in a rare show of weakness allowed the
tears to fall as the moonlight caressed his golden body, turning it
to silver.
Owari