well okay ^^ here is chapter 2 and I hope you'll like it :3 It's not really that mush action but it's kinda sweet =)
The chapters will be released when I have time to write but I still wanna know if you want me to continue writing or not x3
enjoy =3
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The class was silent for a while, some of the students looked surprised at the sight of their new classmates fair white hair and his one dark eye. Because of the fact that his left eye was covered up by his forehead protector and his mouth and nose were covered too, they couldn't see much of his facial appearance but still some of the girls started whispering with red cheeks and the boys looked grumpy.
Kakashi sight and looked at his teacher. What should he say now? 'I'm someone you shouldn't get involved with, cause I don't like ether one of you' or 'If you get in the way of my studying I swear I'll kick your stupid asses'. He laughed a bit to himself. What would happen if he actually did say something like that?
His teacher looked back at him with a "encouraging" smile that was saying something like: "say something kid, I don't have all day".
He looked out over the class again, seeing their faces, ether happily blushing or angry, girls moving so they would make place for him to sit. Boys doing the opposite, trying to take up all the space to be rid of him.
Kakashi smiled in secret, just remembering something he had almost forgotten, something that still had kept him alive all these years and with a slow motion of his right hand he raised it in greeting.
"Yo" he smiled, feeling bit stupid when smiling like that which he hadn't done for a long long time.
Some of the girls blushed even more and he realized that he might have over done the cuteness but he didn't really care, as long as they stayed out of his way.
The teacher encouraged them all to ask questions and the girls were already raising their hands, all of them asking questions like "when is your birthday?" "where do you live" and "do you have a girlfriend Kakashi-kun?" which of course was followed by a loads of giggling. His face was smiling the entire time but his mind was working on it so hard he could hardly listen to what they asked. He wasn't used to smile like that, especially when all his answers were lies and bluffs any way.
"Who do you live with Kakashi-kun?" a girl asked, the same one that had asked if he had a girlfriend.
"With my stepfather and stepmother" he smiled but didn't look at her.
"Are they very strict with you Kakashi-kun?" she asked. "Since you have to study so much?"
"They're not actually" he smiled. "They are very kind to me and treat me with respect."
The words sounded cold in his ears. The ringing sound of that man's screams and all the hitting and beating for the last ten years seemed so distant when he said they never happened, but still his chest hurt every time he tried to breath in deep. He knew that he couldn't run from his home and all that he had been through but he could at least try to ignore it here. If he didn't tell them, they wouldn't bring it up and if he made up a new truth about his life then he at least would have some peace from it.
He lied, lied with a smile on his lips, though no one could see them. He lied with his eyes and with his body. Moved lightly even though it hurt every time he did so and all the time his mind was working harder than ever not to slip into talk about the truth.
All class was watching him, paying attention to him and only him. He had all students in the palm of his hand and all he said they believed.
It had taken some time for the guys be get interested in him but now they were listening. If it was to know how to brake him in the end or to get to know him, Kakashi didn't know but at least they all where listening... except one.
One boy was sitting in the back and he hadn't raised his head even ones, or maybe when he had entered the room, Kakashi hadn't really noticed him back then. The boy was looking out the window, watching the autumn leaves twirl in the wind, probably thinking of entirely different than this gloomy classroom with it's hospital white walls. He was resting his head in the palm of his hand , looking scaresly lonely as no one else was sitting with him.
Kakashi snort silently and kept on answering their questions. If that boy didn't want to ask or listen it was his business and Kakashi had nothing to do with it.
"How come you're living with step-parents Kakashi-kun?" one of the girls asked and for the first time he met her eye.
Was that really a question you should ask someone that apparently had lost his parents? Not like he was sad over it... Or he was but he was over it now, but any one else might have burst out in tears by a question like that. Their teacher was about to say that too, that he didn't have to answer the
question if he didn't want to but Kakashi just smiled with eyes locked to her.
"I hardly remember my mother" he said. "As I lost her at a quite young age but my father died in the beginning of the third ninja war..."
A motion in the back of the classroom caught Kakashis attention and he broke eye contact with the girl. The brown haired boy by the window had raised his head and was now looking straight at him with his dark brown eyes. Kakashi caught his gaze, looked straight into those eyes and in one second he understood exactly why that boy was so different from the rest of the class, in one second he saw all the pain in those eyes reflect back on himself. That boy was the same as him, that boy was living a hell that no one saw.. He knew the pain of loss that no other could understand. Then the moment was gone. The boy had looked away out the window again and Kakashi was left in silent.
He didn't know if what he had seen in those eyes was true or if the boy was just tired today but he didn't really care when he thought about it. So what if they had gone through the same thing before or if they understood the same pain of loss... That boy knew nothing of the hell Kakashi was living every day and he was never going to understand. What would he care if that boy looked away? What did he care if he had no one that understood...?
"Kakashi-kun do you have a best friend?"
The girls voice interrupted his thought and he looked at her, a bit out of concentration, not smiling any more and apparently giving her the chills.
"Every one that I've ever loved is dead..."
He hadn't meant for that to slip out, he didn't want them to know what he was like or what he had gone through an still he had answered her from the bottom of his lonely heart.
The class, that had been chatting a bit before now grew extremely quiet and all eyes were fixed on him. Even the boy in the back was looking now but Kakashi didn't look back, didn't meet any ones eye any more. The truth was spoken when it was forbidden to him and he felt the darkness grow inside him again.
The teacher looked at him with eyes filled of some sort of understanding. Perhaps he knew about Kakashis past or maybe he knew how it felt to lose someone in war. Either way he slowly stood up and smiled gently.
"Well Kakashi-kun" he said and looked out over the silent classroom. "Everyone, lets be good comrades now and let Kakashi-kun into the class shall we?"
The class got back to life and all of them agreed. Their teacher smiled to Kakashi and the boy met his eyes. That man might not be so stupid after all...
"You can sit in the back where there is a lot of spare places" the man smiled and and Kakashi went there without another word to the class.
He sat down, rethinking his story and how he could explain that his perfect life was filled with so much sadness and sorrow. The brown haird boy beside him seemed distant and yet really close, like he had something the other idiots lacked. He wasn't looking out the window any more but paying attention to what the teacher was teaching. Kakashi didn't listen, just sat there, looking straight forward like it was obligated of him.
"And remember" their teacher said. "Please don't jostle on your way to the food court okay? You'll just get in trouble."
"Hai sensei" they all answered in loud voices.
Kakashi looked up. Lesson ended already?
The boy beside him was about to stand up but fell of his chair. Some of the other ones laughed as he fell and Kakashi, that had figured the brown hared to be a real crybaby, was a bit surprised when the boy got up and laughed with them, hand on his neck.
"Iruka-kun you're so clumsy" one of the girls laughed and the brown hared blushed a bit.
"Y-yeah" he smiled.
Kakashi snort and stood up fast, making the other ones quiet just by the way he looked at them.
"Pathetic" he whispered and left the room.
That boy wasn't happy even though he tried to be. They didn't laugh with him, they laughed at him. he was lonely even though he was with them because they were with him just cause it was amusing to make fun of him. That boy, Iruka or what ever his name was, was nothing more that the class clown, the one they could all make fun of and he wouldn't even show how hurt he was. Kakashi knew that type all to well he thought. There is one in every class and that person will never be completely accepted, not until it's to late...
He went by himself to the food court, filling his plate with food but not eating it, just watching how other students came and went as time passed. Some girls, apparently from his class, said hello to him but they didn't dare sit with him. He sight in relief. Good, now he didn't have to talk to them..
The lunch hoer passed slowly as he just sat there and after a while he realized that his gaze had rested on that boy again. He didn't know how long he had been watching him but it was when the boy met his eyes that he had realized it. The boy had stopped smiling now and they just looked at each other.
"Iruka-kun are you listening?" the girl beside him said with irritated voice.
"I'll be right back" he said and left their table.
"Iru-chan?"
'Oh no, Kakashi thought. He's heading this way.' He quickly grabbed his plate and stood up like he was about to leave even if he hadn't eaten one bite. But the brown hared boy didn't stop, just kept coming closer. What would he say? Kakashi had no idea. He hadn't talked to any one of his age between four eyes for years and this almost scared him.
"Hi" the boy smiled and Kakashi froze. "How'ya doing?"
"Ehm..."
He felt so stupid. "ehm.."? What sort of answer was that? He shook his head and turned away, which of course was even more stupid but he seriously didn't know what to say.
"I want to be alone" was the only thing he could say but the boy behind him just smiled.
"I can understand that" he said with sweet voice. "Just, when you feel like having someone to talk to I'll be here."
Kakashi looked at his food, he wasn't good at this. 'If only you had still been here, what would you have done?'
The boy had turned away too, already walking back to his "friends" at the other table and in a flash Kakashi turned back. He hadn't thought it through at all but he needed to ask, or he felt like asking.
"What's your name..?"
The words sounded pathetic to him but to his surprise, the boy turned his head back over his shoulder and smiled for real towards him.
"I'm Umino Iruka" he said and caught his eye with a blink. "Nice to make your acquaintance Kakashi-san."
As Kakashi came home he hurried up to his room and dropped his school bag on the floor, taking forth a notebook from his drawer and fetched a pen from his desk. He was determined to write it, that which he had been wanting to write for such a long time. But before the edge of the pen even touched the fragile paper the outer door sounded down in the hall and Kakashis heart sank in his chest. He was home... And this night would be no different from all the other nights...
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I'll keep on posting if you keep reviewing ;)
I wanna know what I can do better and stuff like that :) already working on next chapter that's called: "my letter for you"
see ya soon :)
