Kakashi POV
I knew that she was hurt and needed to get away from the hell that she called home. I didn't know the extremities as to what she dealt with at home, but I was aware that nothing was going right for her at the moment. I knew something was wrong when she didn't come and see me; everyday since I met her she had always found a way even it was to just make sure that I was all right. When I didn't see her, I got worried, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I know that it was dangerous going into the Stone village especially when things between the villages weren't exactly peaceful. It took a lot to get around and sneak into the village unnoticed, but for Mitsuko I would walk past the devil if I had too. I made it to her house just in time to see Ryuichi and his father leaving her home, at first I was worried that she finally fell into her mother's dreams and was having fun at a gathering with that conceited prick. But then I saw her sneak out of her widow, I had to go after her. I knew she was hurt, she was playing the piano; it had been so long since I heard her play. She only played when she was depressed, as lovely as it sounded; it was the melody of a broken spirit.
I decided to bring Mitsuko home with me; my reason for it was to try and keep her as long as possible so she wouldn't have to deal with any of her problems. I knew that she wouldn't go home tonight and I would rather know that she was safe with me than out somewhere trying to keep warm. Once we were in my apartment, she looked around it in awe, I wondered what caught her amazement but then again my home wasn't exactly homely. She was probably wondering how I could live in such a small and empty place; outside the bedroom was the living room which only had a couch and a dinning table, the kitchen was across from it and only had a table and two chairs, a door leading to the bathroom was to the right corner of the kitchen, throughout the small hallway were bookshelves. What can I say, I liked living simple. It left no room for attachment; I really didn't need a lot of material things. Everything that I valued couldn't be held behind four walls. I looked at her, one of the few people that I valued in life, she looked confused and lost. I knew what she was up too, she wanted me to take her virginity and make her worthless to Ryuichi. But I couldn't do that no matter how much I wanted her. It would be wrong, like I said that prize belonged to the man that married her. Not me, I'm just a lucky bastard that caught her interest. Mitsuko stopped examining my home and looked at me; I'm so powerless in those eyes. They look at you with pain and love at the same time.
" How do you live here? There's nothing really, I mean it looks so lonely." she stated
" I live alone, no need to have to many things cluttering my home." I replied
" It reflects you; deep down you have empty spaces where love used to reside. So there are open spaces that aren't filled with anything." Mitsuko commented, I hated when she did that; it was like she was reading me like an open book. No one did that to me, people who knew me for years couldn't even achieve that. Yet in a few months she had understood me better than myself.
" That or it could be I don't much care for material things." I replied, she smiled, I always tried to be sarcastic or uncaring when she broke a barrier in me. She walked over to me and forced me to look at her; reaching up and wrapping her arms around my neck I stared down at her. Mitsuko really was beautiful; it was no wonder that Ryuichi or any man for that matter wanted her. She looked like a dream in her dress, with her hair up like that she looked stunning.
" Something wrong?" Mitsuko asked, I had never even blinked as I looked at her
" No, it's just you're so beautiful. You can't blame Ryuichi for wanting you to be his wife. If things were different, I would make you my own wi…." I stopped, why did I say that? It was the truth of course, I wanted to make Mitsuko my wife, but I couldn't. I wanted to do everything the right way, stop having to sneak around behind people's backs, present myself to her father and mother as a Jounin of the Leaf village and as the man that loved their daughter. But compared to Ryuichi, the Stone village would never choose me.
" You would marry me Kakashi?" Mitsuko asked, " I mean,…. why am I even asking this." she stopped herself before I could even answer, she went to leave our embrace but I stopped her
" I would, " I said, " And I will; I will find a way to marry you, even if I have to go through every man in Stone village. I love you Mitsuko, I wish we didn't have to be like this, I wish I could be worthy to your parents and ask for your hand in marriage. But, I'm not….."
" Forget my parents, forget everyone. I love you Kakashi, you're the only man that I want. This is why I want you to have me, all of me." she interrupted, how long I wanted to hear those words come out of her mouth, but the timing couldn't be more wrong.
" Taking your virginity isn't going to solve your problems Mitsuko." I replied, she ignored me and caressed the side of my face; tangling her fingers in my hair. Why is she doing this to me, she then slid her hand down my neck, trilling her fingers down my now hot skin. Her hands were on my chest; she had begun caressing me through my vest.
" Mitsuko, please, don't do this. I can't take this." I was practically pleading with her, I was a man above all things. And she was driving me crazy; if she kept doing this I wouldn't be able to tell her no. I really didn't want to show Mitsuko the "other" side of me, but I was close to picking her up and throwing her on the bed. She leaned in closely and my masked lips touched hers. I found myself leaning in close and deepened the kiss. She had become used to kissing my mask; the material was actually becoming comforting to her. Just as she ran her hand down my neck again, I stopped her. Suddenly I locked eyes with her and pulled her hands into mine,
" I can at least make one thing right." I slowly brought her hands to the edges of my mask and let them stay there for a few moments. I knew what I was doing, I just wasn't sure if I could handle her reaction. To me she was the most beautiful woman to walk on earth, but she had never seen my face. What if she didn't like what she saw? How could I handle that? But, there was no time like the present. Never loosing eye contact with her, I helped her now trembling hands pull down my mask. Inch by inch my face slowly was revealed.