Chapter 7.

Tumbling in the Darkness.

For about fifteen minutes we engaged in a staring contest, by this time all the others had silently filled out and without a word but perhaps with a look of pity, Iruka patted me on the back.

Hell if I knew why, I had only seen him walking around the halls, never spoken to him but if I were to believe my blond self-proclaimed best friend, he was the kind of guy you imagined going to Heaven.

'I'll pay you twenty pounds to go to Umino and tell him you lied.'-he said hurriedly, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

'You'll pay me, Sasuke Uchiha, the guy whose family is perhaps the richest in this world, twenty pounds?'

'A hundred.'

I pretended to contemplate and looked up thoughtfully.

'Lets see, on the one hand I could take that money and buy myself quite a lot of things, this being Europe, the money increases in value. But on the other hand, I have a fabulous opportunity for revenge.'-At this point, feeling extremely cocky, I looked back at him, trying to put on my best glare, which probably only made me look constipated.-'Whatever shall I choose?'

Kakashi made a sound that would be best described as a quack and stood up, turned away from me and said;

'I guess we should gear up then.'

To the wall.

After the hours spent standing in line for the ski lifts, it was finally our turn and as fate would have it, we were paired up to sit on the double sitting of the Chinese manufactured metal frame.

There was the awkward silence, probably only awkward for me since he had the white Apple headphones in his ears, Kurt Cobain's voice clearly singing Smells like Teen Spirit.

So here was a situation where I found myself cursing the universe for having placed me next to Hatake with the several hundred articles of clothing separating us as we moved rather slowly through the cool air of the most romantic country in the world. In fact I was so busy hating the world and growing increasingly angry that I didn't notice when Kakashi lifted up the safety bar and assertively pushed me.

Out.

I screamed, the sound sounding rather hoarse, perhaps due to the shock but all those doctors out there would tell me that it was, in fact, due to the two packs that I smoked in a day, every day.

Now the next part was completely unplanned, Hatake having caught me unaware, still had the upper hand.

Well…

I fell head first, which meant that my skiis with all their uncomfortable length where the last things to go and that was the highlight of the morning.

Actually the highlight was that one of my skiis had caught one of Kakashi's skiis and so we went tumbling down together into the uncut Christmas trees, the branches snagging the clothes and cutting my skin. I opened my mouth to scream again only to have it filled with twigs and something else that I preferred not to identify. Kakashi fell faster, him being the heavier of the two of us.

As he landed, he produced a gasp and when I landed onto him, a groan that sounded more like it belonged in a bedroom.

It felt nice.

I mean apart from the five something meter fall and the several injuries as well as crap in my mouth; it wasn't every day that one was awarded the chance to fall from the sky onto their object of desire.

He on the other hand seemed to perceive the physical contact as some sort of disease and stood up promptly, causing me to roll off and fall onto the wet snow, the cold immediately creeping through my navy coat and black water proofs.

As he stood there, looking down on me, I felt something in the lower half of my torso shift. He looked like a god, tall, clad in the black Element sports gear, his scarf unwrapped from his face, hanging loosely about his shoulders, his lower face visible, his lips dark red against the porcelain white skin, slightly parted as he drew in the air, his eyes slightly unfocused. Blood oozing down his cheek from a deep cut below his brow, the colour creating a balance between the mismatched eyes.

'You lost your hat.'-came his voice, breathless as he came onto his knees, his hands reaching out and grabbing my face.

Now in a perfect world, he would have kissed me right then and there. But this being neither perfect nor the appropriate situation, he had in fact come in such close proximity in order to inspect the wound on my forehead.

I averted my eyes to the sky to escape the intense image, for better balance, he had placed his hand on my leg, his face two inches from mine.

The hand just so happened to be very close to my male pride and glory which had chosen this moment to shout out load and clear that it indeed arose when certain men's hands were placed near by.

He mumbled something about the affects of altitude on people's judgement, something that sounded vaguely like and apology for causing the whole thing in the first place and seemed to reason with himself over the course of actions that should be taken by us in the following hours.

He then turned back to me, a smile gracing his lips, making his wide mouth seem to split his head in two. It was then that the feeling of doom descended on me.

Too late did I notice his left hand coming towards my face, palm filled with snow.

TBC

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