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"Ka-Kakashi san…" Iruka breathed out. He could feel a blush growing on his cheeks. Kakashi was his long time crush.
Kakashi had long silver hair that defied gravity and a face mask that covered just below his dark, mysterious eyes. He was tall and lanky but surprisingly muscular. He wore a black pair of loose fitting jeans and a dark blue dress shirt. His shirt was unbuttoned to show a black tight under shirt-mask.
Iruka –on the other hand- had dark brown hair that was put up into a ponytail, and warm bright chocolate brown eyes. He had tanned skin and a dark scar stretching across his handsome features. He was thicker than Kakashi, and shorter, but his mass was not entirely made of muscle. Iruka had some meat. He wore a deep crimson dress shirt and black dress pants. His shirt was unbuttoned a little showing off a crisp white undershirt.
Iruka's eyes flickered to Kakashi's chest. It was much toned. Iruka –noticing he was staring- forced his eyes up to Kakashi's dreamlike eyes. But Kakashi's eyebrows were furrowed and he was focusing on Iruka's abdomen.
"Um, Kakashi-san?" Iruka asked meekly.
Kakashi looked deep into Iruka's eyes.
"Where did you get those bruises?" Kakashi said gravely.
Iruka stood up and plopped down into his chair –causing him to hiss in pain.
"Are you gonna answer me or what?" Kakashi said sitting on the edge of the metal desk that was placed in the front of the class.
"I…can't tell you." Iruka said.
"Fine, but it's gonna come out sooner or later." Kakashi looked deep into Iruka's eyes. He looked unwavering.
~~~Shikamaru's house 10:00 pm~~~
Shikaku looked over at his wife. He was a tall and brawny man with dark pineapple style hair and a dazzling smile. They were on their queen sized bed in their bedroom.
His wife, Fumoko, had shining bronze hair that she wore long and a small frame.
"Fumoko, how are we going to protect them?" Shikaku asked
"What do you mean?" Fumoko replied. She was genuinely confused.
"Well, these kids –especially that Sasuke boy- their parents would really hurt them if we told the cops. We can't put them in danger, but we can't avoid telling the authorities. Also, their parents are going to start looking for them soon. How are we going to do this?" Shikaku asked. Shikaku was a big time lawyer. But he wasn't so sure that he could win this kind of case. Also, how the hell was he supposed to protect them if he couldn't protect himself when he was younger?
"We'll find a way." Fumoko said smiling sweetly. She put her hand on Shikaku's shoulder, and kissed him softly.
Shikaku smiled and they both fell to sleep.
~~~Konoha high 7:30 am~~~
Tsunadae, once again, was on her way to her office when, once again, she heard faint crying. She was starting to wonder why people liked to cry here in the mornings. But, nonetheless, she sought out the poor soul who found refuge in her school.
Today, she was dressed in a loose purple blouse and a business skirt. Her feet adorned white flats while her hair was still in their professional pigtails.
She found the source of the crying. It was in the men's bathroom. She knocked softly on the door. There was a small choke and bump coming from behind it.
"It's occupied!" came the response.
"I don't care. Why were you crying?" Tsunadae didn't like this person's attitude, but you can't just leave a person to cry like that…
"I- uh…"
"I'm coming in, so you better pull up your pants!" Tsunadae said before pushing the door open. There was a sink in the corner and a grubby toilet. There were white walls and a black tiled floor. But, in the midst of the bathroom stood a beaten and broken Iruka.
His pants were stained with blood from the backside and his shirt was torn and bloody. He had a fat lip and a bad black eye. He also had tearstains down his tanned face. He was breathing heavily and he wrapped his arms around himself and looked away. A small sob escaped his lips as he tried to fight back the tears.
Tsunadae's mother instincts kicked in and she hugged Iruka as the crying started. Iruka was young enough to be Tsunadae's son. Only 24 years old. He was shaking violently and sobbing loudly into Tsunadae's body.
"Iruka, what happened? Are you alright?" Tsunadae was now looking into Iruka's dull, teary eyes.
"M-Mizuki… I-I cant… he'll" Iruka could hardly speak. His vocal cords were sore from the crying.
_-_-flashback-_-_
Iruka sighed as he stepped into his apartment. It reeked of blood and garbage. He hadn't been able to clean since god-knows-when. Today Mizuki was supposed to be away on some business trip and Iruka had a week to himself.
Iruka smiled and got down to work –first his kitchen, washing dishes and scrubbing the stove- then his living room- dusting and polishing- and his bathroom –scrubbing and cleaning the tub- and lastly his bedroom.
His bedroom had golden brown wood floors and warm brown walls. He had a large four-poster bed with golden sheets and brown pillows. Now, these would all sound very extravagant if it wasn't stained with blood and semen.
When Iruka had finished washing, scrubbing, dusting and such the likes, he collapsed into his bed now clean and smelling of Gain™ fabric softener. He smiled to himself and drifted off to sleep in his cleaning clothes –which consisted of light grey sweat pants and a white tee-shirt with a brown star on the front.
~~~Iruka's apartment 12:55pm~~~
Mizuki stealthily opened the door to Iruka's apartment. He was at first surprised to see it cleaned and smelling of lemons (a/n no, not that kind lemon!) but he quickly mad his way to Iruka's bedroom. He had tricked Iruka into letting his guard down so he could easily over power his lover. Well….more like, abusee.
As Mizuki peeked into the room, the moonlight spilled into the room, gently caressing the many surfaces softly. Much in contrast with what he planned to. As he stood over a peacefully sleeping Iruka, he couldn't help but chuckle.
"A being so beautiful, so innocent, so mine to corrupt." Mizuki thought to himself.
Mizuki brushed his hand down Iruka's face, causing Iruka's eyes to flutter open. He let out a screech and backed away from Mizuki.
"y-you said you weren't c-coming back for a week!" Iruka yelled.
"do you hate me that much? Do you really not appreciate my loving? I love you, but you're just too stupid to believe it!" with that, Mizuki backhanded Iruka in the mouth. He then proceeded to pound Iruka –who was freely crying.
"Mi-Mizuki…I'm sorry! P-please stop!" Iruka said with tears streaming down his angelic face.
Mizuki punched Iruka hard in the stomach. Iruka coughed up blood hunched over in pain. Mizuki gripped Iruka's hair and dragged his struggling form over to the bed. He hoisted the weak form onto the bed and started to fiercely attack the round plump lips.
Iruka let out whimper and Mizuki pushed his toung into Iruka's mouth, tasting the blood and getting more and more aroused each second.
Soon, Mizuki couldn't hold himself anymore. He tore his and Iruka's pants off and shirked at how Iruka whimpered and shrank away from Mizuki.
Mizuki climbed on top of Iruka and looked into the scared eyes. He saw pain, anguish and sorrow. Iruka's eyes showed all that he was feeling.
Mizuki suddenly thrusted into Iruka's hole. Iruka screamed and hunched over in pain. Tears streaming down his face, pain racking through his body.
"M-Mizuki….please!" Iruka pleaded between sobs.
"mmm…my Iruka… you're so tight today." Mizuki said thrusting harder and harder into Iruka.
Iruka was moaning in pain and couldn't take much more of this. There was blood once again staining his bed. Mizuki came into Iruka hard.
"AAAHHH!" Iruka cried out.
This happened a total of 3 times that night. Iruka managed to escape his abuser and run. Where to? He didn't care. Didn't it hurt him? Yes, actually.
-_-_end flashback_-_-
"it's okay Iruka. I'll help you out of this." Tsunadae said.
In truth, she had no idea how she was going to go about helping the poor soul she held in her arms.
~to be continued
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