Chapter 2, enjoy.

(Iruka's POV)

My fingers hovered over the envelope, wanting to open it and not at the same time. Each second felt like torture, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I couldn't move.

"Ru," Kakashi whispers, placing a gentle hand on my thigh "You okay?"

I blink, looking at the letter again and turn it over, carefully opening the sealed envelope with a hard swallow. My fingers shook as I pulled out the slightly yellowed paper, the small intraquit writing on the surface and slowly read down the sheet, my fingers trying and failing to not crumple the sides of the paper, as my mouth falls open. Kakashi read the paper with me, slowly reading over my shoulder, not that he intended to do that but he was close enough to see the words with out moving.

This writing was most definanitly Clara's.

I used to tease her about her speed, the way she carefully drew each word with precision, taking almost twice as much time as others but now I was thankful as the neat writing was so carefully printed that even after twenty three years the words were still legible. Just thinking about her had all the memories I'd tucked away to come forwards, the happiness we found, the teamwork we could do, the missions we went on and I couldn't help the tears that came with it. The pain of losing her all over again had the tears rolling down my cheeks as I sat there, mouth gapping as I fought to find any words.

"Iruka?" Kuriani's gentle voice says, snapping me out of my thoughts as I turn to look at her with a teary glance "Are you alright?"

I shut my mouth, trying and failing to swallow the ball forming in my throat and could do little more than shake my head, tossing the paper on the table and standing, leaving the room.

"Iruka!" KAkashi's voice calls as he rushes after me but I couldn't stop, I couldn't breathe.

(Kakashi's pov)

I read over the paper, my earilier supsisoins confirmed and pushed down the pain. Like everyone else they knew, one look from me had the other three heads looking away, each dealing with their own demons. Carla. She was one of our closest friends. She had grown up, trained and learned in the academy, taken all the courses, done all the missons but when we were in line for Jonin Carla vanished, leaving without a trace. No reason, no explination, only a letter telling us that she was done with this fake world, fake friends and not to look for her.

Iruka searched for her for months. Coming up with nothing until lord third finally told him to let it go or give up his training. I'd never seen him so broken and it wasn't surprising why. Their loves were one of those forever loves, two souls that just clicked, bonded on a cellular level. Where ever he went she went, they fought flawlessly together, like two seasoned duo's, improvising on the fly like they shared one mind. Together they were something to fear. It seemed like the only place they could go was up... and then she left, taking a piece of his soul with her.

I tried to give him his space, looking the opposite direction as he read the first time, but as the seconds went by and my partner had yet to do anything I slowly turned back to him, my eyes raising in shock as I watched the tears streaming down his face. Concern for my husband out weighed the guilt of prying into this clearly personal letter and I tilted my head, reading the letter. I knew after reading four words, we have a daughter what he was going to do.

I tried to stop him, reaching out to grasp his shirt but it wasn't enough as he launches himself from the table, refusing to read the letter for the third time as he makes his way to the door. We move, ignoring the confused look of man at the front desk as he rushes outside. I knew what he was going to do. He would try to run from this, to run from all the pain like he had so long ago. He would close himself off, block out the light of the world, become rigid and fearing losing my husband like I'd lost my classmate back then I reached out, pushing a chakra to my feet for burst of speed and grasp him.

"Iruka stop!" I shout, wrapping my arms around him, it worked, only for a moment as I hadn't expected him to throw me off and felt my body moving before I could counter.

I flipped through the air, easily landing on my feet and spin, taking in the panting form of my husband once again and sigh. He was angry. To angry to think, to do anything remotely rational. Each time I tried to get close he'd attack, so when I found myself back flipping out of the way I knew I had to try another method. I knew that the others, after reading the letter would deal with the problem inside, giving me all the time I needed to help my partner. I didn't want to do this, to resort to violence but it seemed I'd have to burn out the anger before I could get to the true emotions underneath, so I let out a steady stream of air, sliding my foot back to drop into a fighting stance and bring my hands before me. He looks at me, eyes rising just the slightest before he excepts, dropping down into his own stance.

"Ready," I state, waiting for him to make the first move.

(Iruka's Pov)

I made it about three buildings before I felt two arms wrap around my waist.

"No!" I yell, trying and failing to fight them off "Get off me Kakashi!" I yell, struggling against him and flip him, watching as he flies through the air easily flipping over, landing on his feet as he slids away form me.

He turns, assessing the situation, shock clear in his eyes as this was one of very few times that i'd ever attacked him but I couldn't help it. Most likely preparing for the inevitable fight he moves his hand, my eyes watching his movements like a rabid dog and watch with shock as he doesn't grab a knife but unclips the straps, tossing his weapons pouch away so he wouldn't use it.

"Ru, calm down." he says hoping my secret nickname would do the trick but I couldn't, lashing out again when he gets closer.

Kakashi moves, flipping over me again, grasping my hand in his, which I counter with a fast kick to his leg, taking him to the ground and flip away. We move, caught in this dance of death but watch with slight fascination and anger as the kick was exactly what he had wanted as my husband now had my weapons pouch grasped between his fingers. I glare at him as he tosses it across the roof before he looks at me, panting slightly and sighs. Sliding into a low stance, bringing one leg back as his hands come out before him, looking at me.

I knew the stance, a duel. We hadn't done one since the academy and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt him but I was so angry, angry at her, at myself and every ounce of pain I'd felt for the last twenty two years. I find myself sliding into a fighting stance as well, looking at my partner. Calming myself slightly before moving, striking quickly, lethally, aiming for his chest and watch as expected, he moves, smacking my hand out of the way and swings a left hook of his own. I dodge, flipping backwards, grasping his hand and kick, pulling him off balance as I do and toss him across the roof. Kakashi moves, placing his hand down to easily flip onto his feet and moves, charging at me again, a left hook sent once again and I dodge. We throw punch after punch, jab after jab, blocking hits and taking others as he both fought. What he was fighting for I wasn't sure, only thinking about the fight and everything that went with it.

We move, kakashi finally getting the upper hand and I feel myself twisting, turning as he kicks out my feet, pinning me to the side of the building as we stand their panting. I toss my head back, hitting my head against his and watch as he stumbles back, turn and glare at him, dropping down again and move, charging forwards and swing, hitting once before he dodges the next, tossing a kick with his left leg which I catch in my arm. He moves, punching me in the stomach and stepping forwards as I step back, grasping my hands as he pins them up, bringing his knee up and pinning my back against the wall and my hands above my head. I growl, trying to pull my hands free and when I pull forwards again I gasp feeling his lips not his fist on mine.

I stop, all the anger with it vanishing as he steps forwards, pinning me against the wall, his hot mouth on mine again. I groan, my fists falling as his tongue slides into my mouth, his mask vanishing somewhere in the last thirty seconds of the fight. I felt slightly guilty, I could taste blood on his tongue but could pay little attention as his hands slid down, grasping my hips and he pulls me towards him more, my hands move, grasping his hair and gasps, sucking in a breathe of air as his lips move to my neck, the raging fire in my loins once more and look back at him when he pulls away, both of us panting for a different reason. His lip was busted, a small stream of blood rolled down from his nose and his cheek was red from that hook I threw, I knew I looked the same, broken and bleeding from injuries of my own.

We stood there quietly, no one talking, out of fear or lack of words I wasn't sure. I'm mean what did you say to something like this? I expected him to angry with me, I would be, I'd just beaten up my husband but he wasn't. Like always his face was void of any emotion, almost sleepy, but his eyes, his eyes while aroused were also looking at me, through me, in me, trying to find that pain that I was obviously feeling.

"Ru," he whispers, his voice broken and painful, that buried in, deep inside and broke my anger.

I felt my lip quiver, the anger now gone, the only thing holding back the pain and find tears rolling down my face once more. I sobbed, leaning forwards as he stood unmoving, bringing me to his body as he held me with warm hands, his fingers running down my back as I slid mine around his back.

"Oh my god," I sob out, clutching to him like my life depended on it, not letting go in fear that he would disappear, just like she had. "kashi, I have a daughter."

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