Kurenai crushed Kakashi against the wall, breathing heavily against his neck. "Is this what you've been looking for Kakashi?" Kakashi slowly began gaining attentiveness, slowly shaking his head 'no' before a door was opened.
"Kakashi, are you hom-" Iruka was cut off by the sight of Kurenai's hands placed behind Kakashi's head and back. Iruka's eyes widened before stuttering out "Oh I-I'm s-sorry, I'll l-leave." He quickly shut the door before Kakashi dropped Kurenai, chasing after him.
"Iruka, please, it's not what you think," Kakashi spoke softly, knocking on Iruka's door. "Iruka…IRUKA!" He continued to pound the door harder before giving up, returning to the living room. "I think it's time for you to leave," Kakashi mumbled out, refusing to look her directly in the eyes.
"Yeah…I think so. Listen, I didn't mean to start anything between you and Iru-"
"Just leave." Kakashi cut her off, returning to Iruka's bedroom door. A slight slam was heard before complete silence took over.
"…Is she gone?" a muffled voice came from behind the door.
"Yeah," Kakashi breathed out, relieved. The door opened, to Kakashi's surprise, to reveal an unidentifiable Iruka. His eyes were black and harsh.
"I'm sorry for whatever made you lead to that- I think we need to talk." Iruka rushed out, leading Kakashi to the living room. "Now…I'm trying to stay calm through this…"
"Please, Iruka, let me explain," Kakashi slurred out, his hands reaching forward. Iruka stepped back, shaking his head.
"No, Kakashi, please, just listen to me truthfully for once in the past six months!" Iruka's voice slowly raised, his body shaking in anger. "This may seem rash, but it's the best decision, but I would like you to-"
"-Iruka, ple-"
"OUT, KAKASHI!" Iruka blurted out. "I just want you OUT!" His voice strained as his tanned hands clenched into fists.
"You can't mean that…" Kakashi breathed out.
"Yes, I mean it. Get your stuff and LEAVE!" Iruka yelled, pointing towards the door.
"Iruka, just listen to me," Kakashi tried to grab his hands, but Iruka quickly shook them off.
"Get-out-of-my-appartment." Iruka glared at Kakashi with every bit of his being, emphasizing the words, probably ready to attack if provoked.
"I just…" Kakashi began, only to be shot down by another glare of Iruka. Kakashi nodded, went to the bedroom to grab his clothes, and swiftly exited the apartment without making another sound.
A small cry leapt out of Iruka's throat before he completely collapsed where he was standing. "Why did you do this to me, Kakashi?" Iruka breathed out, tucking his face into the carpet, covering up his head with one of the simple pillows from the couch, blocking out the world and all of its cruelties.
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Kakashi shut the door, and walked down the street in Konoha. He glanced back to the door with a small glimmer of hope that Iruka had wanted him back. It remained closed, probably locked, destroying whatever was left of him there. Kakashi continued walking down the street, becoming muddy from the heavy rain that began falling. 'Just my luck…' Kakashi thought to himself while trying to dodge the gooey masses of dirt, soon to become mud. He continued walking before he stood in front of the bar where he spent so many of the past useless nights. Half tempted to walk in, he declined, knowing it already ruined the best thing that ever happened to him.
Kakashi paused in his tracks. Truthfully, Iruka was the best thing that happened to him. Not ANBU, or his Sharingan eye, but the person who was there to laugh at his jokes, blush when a scarecrow told a joke, or smiled when he felt lonely. Kakashi slapped his face, the wet fabric stinging while a headache seared from the large amounts of alcohol consumed.
"Hey, Kakashi," Asuma spoke, passing Kakashi.
"Yo." Kakashi spoke softly, pausing for a moment. "Oi, Asuma."
"Yeah?" he asked, turning around.
"I was wondering…can I stay at your place tonight? I kind of got… 'evicted' from my apartment," Kakashi looked at the ground with his uncovered eye.
"Yeah, sure," Asuma replied with a smile, "Hard night?"
"You have no idea…" Kakashi replied, following him, his sandals becoming slightly stuck with each step.
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Iruka remained in the same place for an immeasurable amount of time. By the time the sun rose again, it was Sunday, so he didn't have to go to the academy today. Quickly deciding he was going to stay home that day, he remained on the floor, his eyes wide in shock, and maybe a little despair.
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"C'mon Kakashi…wake up." Asuma spoke, shaking Kakashi's shoulder. The sleeping man just waved his hand, turning away from the man.
"Up." Asuma repeated, flipping Kakashi's mattress with him on it. "I expect you to get a shower and be downstairs in an hour…it's already noon."
Kakashi crawled out from under the mattress, frowning at his 'friend' Asuma. "My real friends would let me sleep in on my days off…" Kakashi grumbled, getting a change of clothes to go take a shower. To speak truthfully, he had been up all night, trying to replay what had happened and every word forced out by Iruka. At least, he hoped these were forced words. Over the time they were living together, he supposed he had begun to use him. He hadn't tried to, but it just became so easy for him to abuse the people he cares about the most. He was loyal up to that night to whatever relationship there was, even if it was only in Kakashi's own thoughts.
"Maybe I need to think about how much I did care about him…" Kakashi spoke to himself before rubbing shampoo into his grey hair. "I can't let my feelings get away with me…" However, he knew every bit of the words were a lie.