A cold winter's day meant that everything everywhere was cold; even if we were the village of fire, it was still pretty cold.

I don't know about you, but even underneath all my layers of assorted shirts and boxers, I was still cold. But funny how a moan could make you feel like the world was on fire, a burning blaze that would melt even the thickest of ice.

To make matters worse, I lived in a run down studio with no hot water to bathe in and no heater to keep my toes from freezing throughout the night. Why you wanted to spend the night here in the first place, I haven't the foggiest idea, but I guess you weren't the typical twelve year-old like I thought you were.

You were something else, Kakashi, something completely different from what I was used to.

"Hey, Iruka, how come there's no hot water?" The faucet let out a groan as you twisted it's rusted handle back and forth, spitting out cold water like a great river monster.

"I don't have any. I never said I lived in a luxury home. Let's just go to your place."

"Nah, my parents would flip at what we're gonna do tonight." Casually, you turned off the water, giving up when you didn't have any faith in it to begin with.

"Kakashi, just what are we going to do?" It was daring, the tone of your voice. For a minute, I was scared; what would two innocent boys like us do in the dark of night that would make even Kakashi's parents worry? Surely they might have already guessed at what their son's reading interests are.

"You'll see. Later, that is."

Or maybe they had no clue.

I threw a handful of sticks into the busted stove of mine along with whatever pieces of coal I had left. The fire that I started was pitiful, nothing more but smoke and embers.

"Iruka, you're pathetic." From the corner of my eye, I watched you shuffle around in the dark before coming over with a shiny tin. "I was saving this for some later use, but I guess if we're to survive the night, I have to use it." You squirted it, it's clearless liquid sailed into the stove and the glowing embers before there was a big boom; flames soon erupted in the stove and I quickly shut the latch to contain it.

"What the heck was that?" I started at him, still startled by the sudden noise.

"Gas."

"... You had gas in your bag? For what?"

"For something. But we can't do that anymore since we need the gas in case the fire goes out again. Such a shame."

I thought you were odd before, reading pornographic novels (with detailed images included), but this certainly brought you onto a new level of weird.

"So what do you want to do now?" I asked; I was growing nervous with worry. Ever since my parents died, no one came to the house, and I mean no one. No one wanted to associated themselves with an orphan boy, no one paid attention to me, much less came over to keep me company. Of course I was nervous.

"Iruka, c'mere." I scooted over to the front of the stove, where the light of the fire danced across your shadowed face. You grinned the most creepiest grin I had ever seen.

The book in front of us looked new, in fact, I knew it was new because it was still covered in plastic. And it still had it's yellow tape, bright and flashy, the bold words of "Explict Content: Not For Anyone Under 18 Years of Age" was also hard to miss. You tore at the book, freeing it from the bondage of plastic and warning labels, and as soon as it was free from the rubble, I watched as you gently opened it's cover. The cover with the words "Icha Icha Paradise" faded into the shadows and a new page was revealed, a page with a fairly attractive young woman in the most conservative dress I had ever seen.

"She's pretty." I commented; I wasn't much for girls since I never bothered to check out any of them, but she certainly seemed pretty, with her nice smile and neatly combed hair tied into a bun in the back of her head.

"Just you wait." You flipped the page. I nearly peed in my pants.

The same woman, only in a twisted position, with her fact distorted and her laced undergarments clung like dark tattoos on her skin. There was a shadowed figure above her.

"KAKASHI, CLOSE IT!"

"Why? It hasn't even gotten to the good part yet!"

I turned away and faced the opposite wall, my back turned to the book and the stove. "That's just..."

"Aww, is little Iruka a big weenie?" You taunted, that smile stretching further until it was cheek-to-cheek.

"I am not! It's just that... that's gross!"

"I bet you're scared. You can't even look sit here and read it with me. HAHA, that's okay. I always thought you were a baby." It was ruthless and it was cold, but somehow it worked. You went back to your book.

I still sat facing the wall, my mind running over your taunts again. Finally, I boiled over, "I am not a baby." I adjusted by position until I was facing the book again. My face was still spazzing as I forced myself to look at the next picture. This time, she was buck-naked, and the shadowed figure now had a face; much to my disgust, the 'shadow' was a naked man, a man so buff and angular that it seemed physically impossible.

"'She moaned with pleasure as he came.' Wow, this is getting to the best part." You continued reading.

"Kakashi, is it just me, or is it getting really hot in here?" I looked around nervously, but it was true; my ears felt like they were burning, and the layers of clothes that had provided me warmth earlier was now creating an inferno as it clung to my skin.

"Take off your layers then. Hey, Iruka, you know what people sound like when they do this?"

"Do what?"

"This!" He points to the picture of the man and woman.

"... Kakashi, I don't think I even want to know."

You scoot closer to me, close enough for me to feel you breathing on my face. Then you whisper in my ear, gently with the quietest voice you could muster

Then you made 'the noise'.

My head was dizzy with explosions, the sound of moans replayed in my head over and over again as I felt something in my nose burst, and all this blood came pouring out. I was tasting blood, seeing blood, and (though it should have been impossible) I was smelling blood too. Everything was drowned in blood and I think I fainted.

I woke up the next morning; I woke up with the sunset. My head hurt and my fingers felt crusty from something, I just couldn't remember what at first. As soon as my eyes focused, I saw the dying embers from the stove, the blood crusted between the cracks of the tile (which would be hell to clean up), and the piles of bloodsoaked clothes on the floor. You were sleeping next to me, with your back turned towards me, and you were holding that damned book.

"Ergg..."

And that was then.

Author's note: That was an abrupt ending; this chapter didn't go as I had planned for it to go, but maybe I'll fix that. Someday. If I ever get around to it, that is. But no, this is not the end. I hope this isn't too explict for a teen rating?