Fourteenth Kiss: Radio cassette Player
Scrunching his face in the wicked 7 a.m. blinding sunlight, Kakashi thought it wise to invest in black curtains. His arm fell on the drafting warmth of a now vacant half of the mattress. Punctuality was a conformist's delight and obsession. Didn't Kurenai figure out that teaching her adorable little students a bit of patience can inspire teamwork? To each their own, Kakashi turned over to press his naked face into the tuberose scent of the pillow she slept on preparing to drift away himself when something hard jammed in his side. Not wanting to bother sitting up he felt around beneath him and produced a cassette tape.
"Nan da?" Fuzzily he reached over to the right hand night stand sitting beside Mr. Ukki was his clock radio, he slid the tape into the slot and hit play. There was a crackle of distortion and the shuffle of paper before Kurenai cleared her throat and started speaking.
"Hidden away, damp with grateful tears, I and the root have today
both been drawn out by you."
OWARI