Alright chapter 2, feelings are misunderstood and unsure between Kakashi and Okito, but will love between the two bloom? Or end up wilting into nothingness? Chapter 2 here it is!! (promised I'd make the monologue shorter so I did p)

Rolling over Kakashi slammed his fist on the annoyance that had awoken him. He raised his fist to his face and saw he had crushed a spider, its limbs slightly wriggling but its blood all over his fingers. Kakashi sat up throwing the sheet he had intertwined around himself. He pulled himself up off his covers and walked over to the sink. Turning the faucet he let the cold water slide through his fingers. He splashed some on his face, wetting a bit of his hair making it fall over his face.

Turning the faucet handle he shut off the water, but turning around something caught his eye. The sleeping body that lay sprawled on his mattress. Kakashi remembered now, the boy he had let stay with him for the night, the one who's name he hadn't yet learned. Stepping silently over scattered clothes, kunai and scrolls, Kakashi managed to make a path that led to the boy's bedside. A blush spread across his face. This kid with his soft wet lips spread apart ever so slightly. His skin flawless and so young. Kakashi shook his head once again the wet droplets from his hair falling on Okito's face, one landing on the very tip of his bottom lip, wetting it as it slid down past his mouth.

"He's just a kid!! Why am I thinking about this! More importantly Why am I thinking this about a boy!?" Kakashi was having an argument in his head while Okito winced a little and brought up one of his hands lifting the covers up over his face. Crisis averted, Kakashi thought to himself. The jonin tiptoed around the mattress a small creak sound coming out from the floor boards, but eventually he made his way back to his sheet that was sprawled and wrinkled. Laying back down he placed his hands behind his head, letting his fingers run through his messy silver hair, and stared at the ceiling. This kid was gonna be a problem.

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What…was that smell?

Upon opening his eyes Okito was greeted with a wave from the silver haired ninja. Amazingly he didn't have bed-hair since his hair was like that when he met him. He was wearing a jet black long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his forearms. His headband with the leaf engraved in the metal covered his left eye, Okito wondered why. The pants he wore were baggy and covered his barefoot feet except for his toes which stuck out slightly. He had a white apron on with the Konoha leaf on it. "Gimme a couple more minutes and your eggs should be done." The ninja was scrambling some eggs in a dark silver pan. The aroma that lifted from the sizzling eggs wafted through the air, and made Okito lick his lips.

"There we go." He flipped them into the air, Okito was about to react but relaxed when he saw that the ninja had snatched a plate from the cupboard above and landed the eggs promptly on it, not one piece falling off. Turning off the mini burner he stepped over the various obstacles he had scattered in his apartment and placed the plate on the boy's lap. It felt warm on his thighs but he was too distracted to notice the heat staring at the man's face. The wrinkles in his mask was proof he was smiling and in doing so caused a blush to burn through Okito's pale cheeks. Shooting his

eyes at the welcome ground, to which he'd gotten very accustomed to, he muttered a saying of gratitude and continued to stare at his feet.

"It's not poison. It's safe to eat, trust me" are the words he said after a couple minutes had gone by of Okito just staring at the steaming yellow eggs that had been placed in front of him.

Trust….That was a term he never came to understand. He'd heard those exact words from so many people and yet in the end they had always betrayed him. Could it be that this man planned to do the same?

"I'd hate to break your train of thought" Kakashi said his smile still visible, "but I never got your name."

Okito looked up into the man's eyes. The blush appeared again, but he didn't care right now. He had asked the question that gained his trust in one fell swoop. No one in his village ever acknowledged his name, they just thought of him as a tool. All the people whom he so foolishly had given his trust, never asked his name. That's how he could differentiate from the ones he could and could not trust.

"O-Okito" he managed to stutter out. Okito's blush disappeared when he saw the man's face turn from happiness to sorrow, and anger.

I guess I was wrong…

Okito narrowed his eyes and let his face fall to the floor.

This man would end up kicking him out now or beating him into oblivion.

A smiling boy with spiky black hair had shot into Kakashi's memory. He blinked and saw the despair and pained look appear on the boy's face. He must have had a bad past as well. Lifting his hand from his knee he placed between Okito's cat ears, which made them shoot upwards.

"Okito huh? That's a good name."

His head raised the tears that started forming at the edges of his eyes slipped from his bright red cheeks. Contracting the same muscles as last night Okito managed another hopeful smile.

"My name's Kakashi."

A feeling of dread swept over Okito, his smile dropping leaving his mouth agape.

"Hatake….Kakashi?" Just saying the name brought back the killer side of him. The side that wouldn't let him live if he didn't complete his mission. The mission being, to kill this man.

Raising an eyebrow Kakashi nodded, "That's right, but how did you kno-" Okito stood up dropping the covers from the bed as well as the steaming pile of eggs to the ground. Kakashi, still crouching down looked up at the boy's face.

"What's wrong?"

Okito didn't let another second pass by, he broke off into a sprint kicking the eggs aside and spilling them all across his floor. He kicked the door open and grabbed the railing jumping off to the ground. Kakashi just stared at the open door the birds tweeting past and the eggs sizzling as they lay there on his floor.

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'WHY!!?? WHY!?!?!' Okito was jumping from roof to roof. Stepping into a puddle, from last night, his foot slid to the right and made him tumble onto the wall of the rooftop. His head hurt and tears were streaking down his face, the first of many. Why had the one who treated him so kindly…have to be the one he had to kill!!?

Okito let his hand drop to his side and lay next to him. Okito laid there the sun's heat beating across his face and revealing his tear-streaked cheeks. He let his hand grip into a fist. This was his mission…no matter how nice Kakashi was…he had to…kill him.

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Kakashi was dropping the plate shards into the garbage. "What a waste of food…" He turned to finish cleaning up the small entrails of eggs then lifted his eyebrow in surprise. "Okito?"

Okito stood there emotion wiped from his face his hand on the door's framing. He looked up at Kakashi tears beginning to fall. Kakashi took a couple steps forward, "What's wro-" He stopped midst ride then tilted his head, narrowly dodging an shuriken. Okito stood behind him the clone at the doorway melting into a puddle on the ground. Kakashi let a small line of crimson streak his face from the wound he'd received from the shuriken.

Okito had a shuriken pointed to his back and his hand wrapped around Kakashi's forearm. His head trembled and Kakashi took his chance, he spun on his heel letting the shuriken tear his clothes, he wrenched his hand free from Okito's trembling hand then grabbed the boy's hand and unarmed him.

They both stood there Okito's hair shading his reddened eyes and Kakashi's calm face examining the boy's features. "Not a very nice way to treat the guy who let you sleep over."

Okito raised his head and stared at Kakashi's closed eye. He couldn't kill this man, he would never be able to summon up the strength to harm a single silver hair on his head. Kakashi released his grip and let Okito's arms fall solemnly to his sides.

He didn't know what to say, apologizing wouldn't be enough to redeem what he had attempted to do, he didn't even deserve to be in the same room as him. Okito made a sharp right and headed for the open doorway his head swinging with the movements of his arms. He made it to the doorway before turning around one last time to maybe take a photographic picture of Kakashi, but upon scanning the small room, he spotted no living thing, let alone a silver haired ninja.

"Not leaving so soon are you?"

Okito's eyes widened and turning his head he was greeted with a strong hand placed between his cat ears. Kakashi ruffled his hair and made the wrinkles in his mask. Okito did nothing but let himself be pushed back through the door way the door closing softly behind them, along with his past and his pain.

I'm sorry! Not updating in forever and giving you guys such a small chapter…I'm ashamed v.v

I'll try to update more often look forward to more later!