Emotions
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto… this is a pain in the rear end.
Anger, pain, fear, love. All these emotions course through my brain and electrify my veins. He's leaving again. (Anger) He has to go on another mission with his team of young ninjas. What should I do? I don't want him to go because he may be hurt or… killed and then I'll never see him again (pain), except in a black leather bag with all the color drained from his face. (Fear) But it's his job, he HAS to go, and… I need him to watch out for Naruto, my semi-adopted child. Those two mean the world to me. (Love) I don't know what I'd do without them.
His pack is ready to go, he's quickly kissing me on the cheek and whispering something I can't hear. Wait! His back is turned, he's nearly to the door, his hands on the doorknob and it's turning, allowing him to leave. Running, I grasp his hand and twirl him back towards me. Frantically wrapping my arms around his neck I kiss him passionately before laying my head against his chest. 'what a wonderful smell.'
"Iruka?"
My hands tighten around the back of his neck and I look up to search his concerned face for any signs of him staying, finding none I sigh and move away a tiny bit. "Kakashi, you'll come back won't you? You're not going to leave me? My parents died, my friends, everybody I cared for, and all I have left is you and Naruto…Please, don't…don't…"
His fingers forced me to stop and he smiled gently down at me. "Iruka, don't worry. I'll never leave you, ok? We'll all come back safe and sound, no one's going to leave. You'll never be alone again, that's a promise."
(Reassured) "Ok. I'll be waiting." I reach up to kiss him once more before releasing him and gently pushing him towards the door. "Oh, and Kakashi?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't be late."
Smirking back at me through the open doorway he replies, "Now that's something I could NEVER promise anyone…ja ne."
Owari
A/N: Well, I hope you liked it. It was tons of fun to write, but my stomach is caving in on my right now. I really need to eat, but THERE'S NOTHING IN THIS FRIGGIN' HOUSE THAT EVEN CLOSELY RESEMBLES GOOD FOOD! I'm a very picky eater…oh well, guess I'll starve…wonder if ya'll miss me… YOU'D BETTER!
K, k, there'll be more drabbles later. Until then, ja ne.