Kakashi never came back that night, and I was glad. He seemed like he was giving space, and I hoped that he would continue to do so. For ever. THough it was weird to think that he was the same man who had done all of those things.

I had sat on the bed for nearly an hour before finally gathering the courage to get up again and make my way to the bathroom. I knew I had to bathe, I would begin to feel too disgusting if I didn't. I also wanted to wash away the feel of Kakashi's hands on me. The lingering feeling of his breath.

I just wanted it gone.

I looked around the bathroom and saw that there was a new toothbrush in a box on the counter, on top of a freshly folded towel and one of my night shirts and a pair of underwear. He had been in my house. Again.

It really came as no surprise though, and I only sighed as I looked away from them. At least they were my clothes and I didn't have to go around naked. I stripped, debating on what I should do with my dirty clothes. I decided I would just put them in the basket behind the door. If I was going to be stuck here, I was going to at least keep it clean.

I showered, scrubbing every inch of my body until I was red. It was no use. I would just go back out there and sit on the same bed, the one that smelled like him. I knew I smelled like him too. I got out and dressed. I walked back out into the room and layed down, but I couldn't sleep. What felt like hours passed and I felt my stomach drop at any noise that came from outside the door. Finally, my body had had enough, and at nearly three in the morning, I fell into a fitful sleep.

I awoke in the morning, and expected to see my room. But the only thing I saw was the same bed that I had fallen alseep in.

So much for this being a terrible nightmare.

I tunred to my side, turning on the bedside lamp to make up for the lack of natural light from the nonexistant windows. That was when I saw it. Another note. So he was going to keep this part up then.

My love, My darling dove,

I can't believe I finally have you here. My heart is filled with so much happiness at the thought of you in the next room. My room, our room. I only grow to love you more as the days pass, and hopefully, now that you know who I am, you will begin to return my feelings.

I went back to your old house and grabbed the things that I thought you would be needing. They are already put away in the drawers. I will see you when I return from work.

Your Love,

Kakashi

A wave of mixed feelings washed through me. Was this adorable? Yes. If I hadn't been forced here against my will. My mind knew that this was wrong. That he was most certainly insane. But again, the want of him, grew ever so slightly. What was wrong with me? Why was it so hard to make my heart and mind get on the same page. But, who doesn't love waking up to love letters?

I walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawers. One was filled with his clothes, and the other mine. The one underneath it the same way. All neatly folded and organized. My eyes wondered to the shelves that were to the side of it, each one filled with books. As my eyes wondered over the titles, one shelf in particular caught my eye. It was filled with the complete Icha Icha Series. I couldn't help myself, but I gave a loud laugh. I reread the titles of the shelf before it, and the one above that one. The shelves were filled with many books that I recognized myself to be smut. I couldn't help but fold over myself as I kept laughing, trying to imagine him reading them.

I collected myself and walked over to the door, trying the handle, just in case. As I feared, it was still locked. I decided that I was going to find a way out of here. No matter what it took.

I began looking through all of the drawers, hoping to find something that I could hide in a spot that was easy for me to get too, something to use as a weapon. But the drawers were only filled with soft clothes. The shelves were only filled with books, and I decided to pull the large book case out, to make sure that it wasn't hiding a window. There was only a blank wall. I pushed it back, not caring if it was in the same spot as before. Let him know that I was trying to escape, it didn't matter.

'And break his heart?' My mind shot back at me.

What did I care about his heart? He had taken me hostage, locked me in here, not even given me breakfast or dinner. I would starve in here, wouldn't I?

'I actually care a great deal. He's so sweet,' The thought crept up.

I sat on the bed, shoving my face into the pillow and giving a scream. It was like there were two different people in my mind, each one having a different opinion on the situation I now found myself in. There was the rational side. The one that knew Kakashi needed help and I needed to be free. The one that was angered by him and the things he had done over the last six months. The one that was scared of what he would do. The side that wanted nothing more than to live a normal life again and be free.

And then there was the irrational side. The side that was drawn to him, that longed for him to be near again, to feel his hands on my body again. To feel safe. He was crazy. He would burn the world down for me, he had shown me that much. This side knew he had justed wanted love, and it wanted to give it to him. It was a side that was begining to take control, no matter how much the other side begged and pleaded. It wanted Kakashi's love. It wanted him to burn the world down. It wanted him to take control, to only have me to himself. It wanted the chase, the fight, the submission. It wanted whatever kind of love this really was. It was a side that I wanted to keep locked away, but everytime I had finally done so, the memory of him against me brought it back.

I was becoming undone, and it had only been a day. I didn't want to think about what would happen if I stayed here any longer. What only a day more would do to this other side, how much power it would give it. And then a week. A month. A year. Would I want to stay with him, if he kept me here that long? Would I welcome his advances? Would I return them?

I needed to get out, and fast. But yet, I found myself sitting again. I could scream. I could have already screamed. He had been gone for hours, and I could have tried to get the attention of anyone. And I hadn't. Had the irrational side taken so much control already?

Even from the begining, I hadn't done much. It wasn't until I had learned that he had been in my house that I finally went to the police. Even then, I only went to Kakashi. Maybe he had this same problem too, these two different voices. When he had been 'helping' me, he genuinly had helped. The police outside, the ideas for cameras and security. He had seemed so normal, so kind. And then it was like a whole other person took control. This person that wanted me. Me, out of anyone else, and I had liked the attention, somewhat. Knowing that someone burned that badly for me, that they went to such great lengths to show me.

Maybe I didn't have two different voices in my head, and neither did Kakashi. Maybe we had just kept our real selves locked away for too long, and they were finally resurfacing.

It was nearly half past six when I heard the front door open and shut quietly. I heard footsteps coming toward the room I was in, and stop. There was no movement for a few moments, almost as if Kakashi was hesitating. I sat on the bed, the first Icha Icha book sitting in front of me, opened and almost finished. I held my breath, not knowing what would happen once he opened that door.

I heard the locks begin to slide back and unlock, and then the doorknob turned. It opened to reveal Kakashi, and I realized why he had been hesitating. In his hands he held bags from my favorite takeout, but they weren't what caught my attention. It was the fact that, for the very first time, I could see his nose. And his cheeks, and the scar that ran down farther than I imagined. And a cute little beauty mark on his left, right above his jawline. And his lips. Perfect lips that were totally-

'Not kissable. Not at all.' I reminded myself as I stared at him.

"So you're going to kill me, then?" I asked, still barely breathing.

His eyes widened at the statement, and he walked over and se the bags on the bed.

"Not at all, why would you think that?" He gave his signiture closed eyed smile, which now looked, surprisingly, scarier without his mask.

"Killers never let the victum see their face unless they plan to kill them," I said.

He gave a small chuckle and then looked down at my hands. A light blush ran across his cheeks, now visible without his mask. I followed his eyes and saw that they landed on the Icha Icha book. I picked it up and held it next to my face.

"It has surprisingly good plot and character development." I said, trying not to show any emotion. But that side of me resurfaced and a small, friendly smile found its way to my lips. I pushed it back down, but let the smile remain. Maybe I should try and gain his trust, be friendly?

He smiled back and plucked the book from my hands. "You can have this back after you eat, my dove."

He reached into the bag and pulled out my favorite meal, and set it infront of me. He pulled out his own takeout box and began to eat. I did the same, my stomach doing jumps from the hunger. We sat in silence, the sounds of chewing the only thing to be heard. It was driving me insane, and if I heard he or myself chew one more time, I might have to take the food and throw it down the toilet. But soon after, we were both done. He got up and took the boxes and bags, setting the Icha Icha book infront of me as he walked out of the room. I heard the bags being thrown into a trashcan and then moments latter he was back. He walked to the bookshelf and picked his own book off of it, and sat next to me, silently reading.

I watched him from the corner of my eye as he did so. His arms looked muscular and he reached for the shelf, and the tiny book he had chosen made his slender hands seem even bigger. His sleeve lifted slightly and I noticed a tattoo on his shoulder. His face was beautiful, and his hair looked soft, and I had to resist the urge to touch it, to run my hands through it. I watched as he turned page after page, and finally was brought out of my reveree by the realization that I was staring at him. Admiring him. I went back to my book, but it wasn't long after that that I decided to speak up.

"I think I'm going to bathe," I said at the same time as him. We looked at eachother, and he seemed slightly surprised that I had decided to speak up.

"You can go first," He responded, turning back to his book.

I made it quick, wanting to get out of the shower as soon as possible, get dressed, and feel less vulnerable. I hopped out, and dressed quickly. I brushed my teeth and made my way out of the bathroom. Kakashi was standing, his back against the wall, right outside the door, waiting. He looked down at me, and I realized just how much of a height difference there was between us. His head leaned forward slightly and a smirk appeared on his face. His dark eyes never left mine as he pulled himself away from the wall and pulled his shirt off. My eyes wandered, and I had to admit that I liked what I was seeing. I could feel my face heat up, and my eyes shot back to his. He finally looked away and turned to the bathroom, walking inside. I watched the muscles of his back move as he did so, and I knew he knew I was watching, and then the door closed.

I turned back to the bed, and went and got inside, pulling the blanket over me legs as I rested against the headboard, waiting for him to leave so I could finally lay down and rest. Minutes past, and I heard the shower quiet and then shut off completely. He came out in nothing but his night sweats. He walked over and I could feel my heart race, not knowing if he was going to hurt me or if he was just trying to scare me.

He leaned close to my forehead and gave it a gentle kiss, and then whispered. "Goodnight, my love."

He pulled away and began to go for the door. He was going to leave again, sleep in someother room. He really wasn't going to do anything, not for now anyway. That irrational part resurfaced, but this time I didn't shake away the thoughts. I was lonely without another person, and he was all I had for who knows how long. Not only that, but I craved him. I craved his lips on my skin again, and I reached for my forehead, the spot still warm from him. I hesitated, and before he had the door closed all the way, I called for him.

"Kakashi," I inhaled, trying to find the courage to ask him. The rational part was gone, clawing for control again. But it never found it.

"You don't - Please, don't leave."

The look on his face said it all, he was ecstatic. He walked back into the room and closed the door behind him. And as he climbed beneath the covers with me, I found my body naturally drawn to his own. I layed down completely, and he was on his back, a hand behind his head. I felt his heart begin to race as I slid closer to him, and he turned. My body tensed at his sudden movement, but soon relaxed again as I felt him pull me to his chest and his face rest against the top of my head.

"My love, my darling dove, I love you." I heard as his arms wrapped around me, holding me tighter against him.