disclaimer: i don't anything expect for the plot bunny and the anger required to write this story.

a/n: i dont normally write anything that has a sad feeling to it; im usually a happy person, but today was just a shitty day.

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Tan fingers lightly tapped the edge of the table. The light from a soft candle illuminated the table, meant especially for two. A soft cream and gold tablecloth gave a sense of richness to the entire setting. The plates were perfectly placed, the gold plated silverware glinting under the light of the candle. The table was situated near a large window, overlooking the streets of Konoha. The bright, starry night created the most romantic mood any one could think of, without being extravagant. But something was missing.

Iruka Umino sighed softly before glancing at his wristwatch. 8:40pm. His mind wavered and flew back to yesterday morning at the mission's desk.

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"Ah, excuse me?" a voice whispered softly. A tall man with spiky silver hair turned around. "Kakashi-san, may I have a word?"

"If it's about Naruto, Iruka-sensei, I have not heard from him." Kakashi replied, his face, as usual, showing no emotion. Iruka blushed slightly. Perhaps he was a little overbearing when it came to Naruto, but he couldn't help how much he cared for the young man. He shook his head slightly, indicating that it was not about Naruto.

"Please Kakashi-san, a word in private?" Kakashi glanced at him, looking slightly surprised. He nodded his assertion and they stepped into a deserted room for a moment.

"Yes Iruka-sensei, what can I do for you?"

"Ahh, umm, will, umm, will-, umm"

"Iruka-sensei, spit it out. I haven't got all day."

"Willyougooutonadatewithme?" Iruka rushed out. He immediately reddened under Kakashi's stare. He waited a few moments, and when the man didn't respond, he glanced down, rejected. "Sorry for wasting your-"

"Alright. Tomorrow, 7pm, at Akito's Grill." Kakashi had a strange expression on his face. Triumphant, but with something else mixed in. Curiosity perhaps? But Iruka paid no mind. He beamed at Kakashi and nodded his assent.

"See you tomorrow then Kakashi-san!" Iruka practically bounced out of the room.

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That was well over twenty four hours ago. Iruka sighed again. 8:57pm. Almost two hours past the time that they were supposed to meet at Akito's. He had arrived promptly at 7'o'clock, already finding a reservation "Hatake- 2." Grinning happily, he was seated at his table. Looking out the window, he watched for Kakashi's arrival. Naturally, he was expecting the man to arrive half an hour later, but he himself felt that it was proper to arrive on time.

But now, two hours later, there was no sign of the porn loving jounin. He sighed again. Perhaps it was time for him to leave. After all, the restaurant closed at 10pm. But he shook his head. The only reason Kakashi would be late, he reminded himself, would be because the mission he had today did not end in a timely manner. Knowing that he was an elite jounin did relieve Iruka of some of the tension that was building up. He would wait until the restaurant closed. If he hadn't arrived until then, Iruka would just take a rain check.

9:55pm. The waiter politely asked Iruka to leave if he was not going to order anything more than a cup of coffee. Iruka nodded and decided that Kakashi was probably on a mission. As he stood up to leave, something outside the window caught his eye. It was a silver blob of hair, heading directly towards the restaurant. Iruka felt elated, Kakashi cared enough to see him, even if they couldn't eat together. But that feeling of elation slowly turned to one of dread.

With Kakashi, stood another man. Both of them seemed to be having the time of their lives. As they approached the restaurant, both of them turned and stared directly at the window in which Iruka stood. The unknown man laughed outright at his face, while Kakashi just smirked and gave a tiny wave. Grabbing the other man, Kakashi bent down to dominate his mouth with a kiss. Finished, he smirked again at Iruka, his face clearly saying that You didn't really think you had a chance with me did you?

Iruka just stood there, watching them walk away. His hands gripped his chair, his knuckles white. The waiter had quietly slipped away, giving Iruka time to recover. Suddenly, he felt a splash of wetness on his hands. Tears. But why would he be crying, it was just a simple date. It's not like they had a relationship. It wasn't like Iruka had fallen in love with the man. Had he? But Iruka knew two things for certain. Kakashi was a bastard, and once again, Iruka had been completely and utterly rejected.

The wetness fell faster as Iruka watched the silver blob go farther and farther away.

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Oh sadness...can't live with it, can't live without it.

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