(A/N: Sorry everyone...this update is only to fix the hundred or so errors I had... ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own Iruka or Kakashi...though I wish I did.

Pairings: kakairu almost for sure now...we'll see.

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Sea of Tears

Dreaming of rain

Splashing on my face

Tracing the scar

Tears running within

Filling my heart

Tracing the scar

Scars visible on the outside

Scars visible on the inside

Seen through my trembling smile

My dreams are of you

Your haunting gaze piercing me

Will you make another scar?

But what is this?

Another scar...

But not my own

Is it yours?

Why can I see it?

Dreaming of rain

It touches your face

Tracing the scar...

In this dream, Iruka was standing in the graveyard. It was raining. It was dark. All he could see was Kakashi, standing with his back toward him. He seemed to have a light on him, making him stand out from everything else. Iruka approached him hesitantly, curiosity driving him passed his shyness. He tried to place a hand on his shoulder, but it just passed through him, like he wasn't even real. Then the rain stopped and Kakashi turned around to face Iruka, or so he thought. But no, Kakashi looked out beyond him and started to cry. That was when Iruka noticed his mask was down and his headband off. He couldn't see his features clearly…only his eyes. His eyes looked hallow and empty. The tears flowed freely for a while before Kakashi knelt down and began sobbing. Iruka knelt beside him and tried again to touch him, trying in vain to comfort the jounin…

Iruka slowly opened his eyes, which felt swollen. Sun shone in through a window above his head, falling just short of his face. He tried to reach a hand up to feel his face, but found it was trapped beneath a soft blanket. Puzzled, he sat up, instantly regretting it because of the pounding it caused to start within his skull, and freed his hands. The blanket was a deep green and softer than wool. He clutched it appreciatively and raised his dark eyes to look around. He was in a strange room in a strange, but very comfortable, bed. Similar to his own room, but different. I'm in someone else's house! He thought frantically.

He looked around the room, purposely not thinking about what happened the night before; best to just concentrate on his surroundings.

The walls were bare and empty. There was a closet on the wall to his left, filled with ninja vests, shirts, and pants. So it must be a chunin or jounin level ninja. Then, on the wall beside the closet, he noticed masks. Anbu masks hanging on the wall and staring at him with smiling canine faces. A chill ran through Iruka. So it's a jounin ninja's house then...He groaned. It better not be Kakashi-sensei's house...

The need to use the restroom caused him to go against his feeling of honor. I shouldn't snoop around in someone else's house...but...I have to go pee...

He swung his legs over the edge of the very comfortable bed and rubbed his face. His eyes felt all scratchy and his skin stretched. Great, I'm dehydrated too. Sighing softly, he rose shakily to his feet, only then realizing that he wore no more than his boxers. A deep blush covered his cheeks and he grabbed at the blanket to cover himself again. What the hell...!

He wrapped the blanket around himself and stood up, casting a glance out the window to judge the time. That was when he noticed what was on the headboard. Two picture frames, a plant, and a clock. It was about 8:30am. Well that answers that. Then he looks closer at the two pictures. Both were very similar. In the first was a jounin teacher with his hands on top of two of his three students. He looked familiar, but he couldn't place it. One of the students, he noticed with a smile, had a very comical glare on his face. The kid wore a mask over his face yet his eyes showed he thought the idea of taking a picture to be absurd. Iruka almost chuckled.

Then his eyes moved to the second picture and froze. It felt like his heart had stopped. In the exact same pose was Kakashi with his three genin students Sasuke, Naruto, and Sakura. Iruka groaned and placed a hand over his eyes, taking a deep breath and sitting back down on the bed.

Naruto…

A single tear glided down his tan cheek, stopping when it hit his scar only to continue down again a moment later as the events from last night finally come back with a force. Oh god…His tears stopped quickly because of his dehydration and he rose to his feet and walked out of the room. Kakashi's room. He blushed again, this time from humiliation. He remembered collapsing and waking up here. That meant that Kakashi had carried him to his house. Carried! Him! A chunin teacher! A 25 year old man!

Iruka shook his head and walked down the hall to the next door on the left. He pushed it open slightly and peered inside, weary of traps. When nothing happened and he couldn't sense anything, he opened it a little further. Inside he found books; shelf after shelf of books and scrolls. He saw the titles of the closest ones to be Makeout Paradise and Makeout Violence. Iruka rolled his eyes. Of course.

The next room was on the left as well and he opened the door slowly. The bathroom at last! He quickly relieved himself and left, only pausing to wash his hands and notice how clean it was. Well at least he has good hygiene if not a clean mind. He then returned to the bedroom and sat cross-legged on the bed, not wanting to be too nosy and look around more.

After a few minutes of him staring blankly into space and not thinking of anything besides the fact that he wanted his clothes back, Iruka heard a soft creak in the next room. Normally he would not have heard it or paid any attention to it, but he had been waiting for that exact sound.

It meant Kakashi was home.

A/N: I was going to continue this…but when I saw the length was about the same as the first chapter, I decided to stop and leave it as a cliff hanger. That and I'm dying to update to keep my reviewers happy. thank you so much again!