The Snowflakes Tell a Story

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These Thoughts I Can't Decode

You can do this Kakashi. You can do it for sure. You didn't practice all that nonchalance in front of the mirror for nothing. Right. You can do this! I know you can! And we're gonna...

I shakily raised my hand up to the door which stood in front of me. And...

The front door opened and Iruka stood there, smiling wide. "So glad you could make it, Kakashi!"

What that... "But..."

As if it was possible, Iruka's smile widened, "You're getting sloppy, Kakashi... I could hear you from a kilometer away."

Well, there goes my reputation as the number one assassin...

I sighed and proceeded inside the house of the chuunin.

"Can I get you anything?" Iruka spoke up as soon as he closed the door.

A smile crept over my face behind the mask as I turned to look at him. "Aren't I the one who's supposed to be offering you some help?"

"Come now, Kakashi... what kind of host would I be if I made you do manual labour with no rewards?"

My visible eye widened, "Just what exactly are you planning to use me for, hmmn?" I said as I stepped closer to him.

Was I imagining it or did his cheeks gain a little colour in them...?

Before I could analyze his face more closely he turned away and proceeded to head to the corner of the room.

But I was gonna mock him, anyways.

"Why yes, Irukaaa" I practically sang his name, "I would like something to drink."

He snapped his attention back to me and glared. "Now I'm really gonna make you over work just for that comment."

I grinned and my eye closed tightly shut. I was very much amuzed at his slight annoyance with me. I was getting under his skin... under his skin... skin... oh, no...

I quickly shifted my stance and geared up towards the boxes Iruka had been moving. I do not have time for this right now and in front of him of all people...

I picked up the closest box and carried it to the other side of the room where a naked tree stood. Naked... ARGH!

I started speeding up and completely ignored Iruka, who was now looking at me strangely.

"Kakashi... are you okay?" He piped up from where he was standing.

I smiled the best I could, "Yeah, never better!" And continued with the box moving.

"Kakashi..." I felt a hand on my upper arm still me. His hand. If only he knew what that small touch was doing to me. If only I knew why the hell I was feeling this way around another man. "You're acting strange." His voice pulled me out of my thoughts that were beginning to turn spiteful.

I offered another fake smile, "What do you mean by 'strange'? Aren't I always this queer?"

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