K-2

Although he was sure, that he and they were a perfect match, he didn't know what they look like yet.

He even didn't know what gender they are.

Not sure if it's appropriate, Kakashi decided not to bring flowers. He smiled at the thought what he'd do with these flowers if they turn out to be, for example, a huge hairy guy. That could be such an uncomfortable situation!

Nevertheless, Kakashi was in a wonderful mood. He came to the meeting place thirty minutes earlier and stood there, waiting and looking around.

Except for his humble self, there were several people in the square. They were either staying and waiting for someone, or simply reading, while sitting on the benches.

Kakashi felt thrilled. The butterflies woke up in the morning together with him and refused to leave his stomach. The flutter of their wings increased with every passing second.

He wished he could growl. He wasn't a kind of person to do it in the public place, though. Well, maybe once in a while, to show off. However, first things first - he still had to meet his reason to show off.

Kakashi went around the square, observing the scenery patiently.

It was too early for them to arrive yet, but what if they decided to come early, too? No, they would not! But what if they do?

Kakashi put his wet palms into his pockets, took a lazy stance and leisurely looked around.

Yes, he didn't really care what they look like, or what gender they can be.

He liked them for what they are. From the very moment the system generated their match and he got the first message from them, Kakashi, somehow, was sure they were made for each other. That message consisted of the shy 'Hi! How are you doing today?', but for Kakashi it was as if the light appeared in the end of the pitch-dark tunnel, which was his life.

They were saving him.

After communicating with them via letters for almost a month already, he was dead sure.

Therefore, when Kakashi planned to meet in this square, he thought they are going to recognize each other as soon as they see each other.

He wasn't sure about it now. Too crowded, too hectic, too many options. He should probably contact them and ask if they are around.

But he had their contacts in his computer at home! There was no chance for him to write something to them until he gets home!

And when Kakashi finally realized this mistake, he became even more restless. He began to look at his watch every twenty seconds, after that he turned his head right and left not really focusing on someone, and quickly returning to his watch. Repeat.

It was five minutes past the time of their appointment. People came and went away, and there were a lot of them in the square!

That was awful. Kakashi's hopes became light and transparent. They were still flattering somewhere near the surface of earth, but ready to sink and disappear forever any second.

What, if they can't meet here today? Will they forgive him? With their temper, Kakashi was not sure of it.

Terrific! Just to think he ruined everything himself!

Kakashi looked around, for the hundredth time scanning the scenery.

Ten minutes past the time of the appointment.

Actually, the only one who didn't go anywhere was a young man with a perky ponytail, who, by the look of it, was definitely waiting for someone. He was in the square even before Kakashi came.

But it was impossible, wasn't it? Both of them stood in this square together for quite a while already, so, weren't they missing the time, if they waited for each other?

No, impossible!

Twenty minutes past the time of the appointment.

But, the man with a ponytail was definitely nervous. He was digging the ground with the toe of his shoe, sighing heavily and throwing glares of death at his phone. Such a tempered man!

Stop.

Kakashi put two and two together, and his heart thumped.

He froze and openly stared at the man with a ponytail.

Everything around disappeared, except for the two of them.

The man's skin was tanned, as if he just returned after vacation; he was as high as Kakashi, and had a nicely built body.

Could it be them?

The moment this stray thought crossed Kakashi's mind, the man with the ponytail turned his head and saw that Kakashi was staring at him.

Their gazes crossed.

Not noticing anything else on his way, and without breaking their eye contact, Kakashi went straight to him. While he was coming closer, the man straightened his back, took a stance, as if getting ready for a fight. He almost made a step back, away from Kakashi, but at the last moment changed his mind and met him with his chin proudly raised.

Kakashi smiled at him, nervously, opened his mouth and exhaled in a hoarse, full of hope voice: "Atlantis?"

I-2

Very good, he was on time. He almost confused the time, because there was a time conversion yesterday, meaning it was plus one hour now. If not for his phone, he'd confuse it, really.

When Iruka entered the square, the square was completely deserted.

To say Iruka was stunned would be an underestimation.

Could it be they abandoned the meeting? Or just confused the time? Or are they a type of person who's always late?

Iruka pressed his lips together firmly and took a place under the nearest tree, observing the square. He decided to wait; he had the time.

As the time passed slowly, Iruka got angrier and angrier.

Where were they? The square began to fill with people. The people were circulating - coming and going away, bit by bit being replaced with others, new ones.

Iruka watched.

Somewhere near half of an hour after his arrival, the silver-haired man came in. He beamed with happiness, probably foretasted his wonderful date.

It pissed Iruka off - he himself really felt down, waiting for someone who was already extremely late. Because Iruka was a person, who liked everything in order and in time.

He speculated if he wrote something to scare his pen-mate away. No, he did nothing of the sort, and he really looked forward to this meeting.

Time went by. No one approached Iruka, and there was no message on his phone.

Then, Iruka generated a message himself and sent 'Hi! Are you here yet?' to them.

No reply.

Five minutes later, he sent 'I'm waiting for you, you know?)).'

Silence.

Ten minutes later, he sent 'Hey, if you don't plan to come, just note me, so I won't waste my time anymore.'

Nothing.

Another ten minutes later, he wrote 'You must be kidding me, right? I hate this joke, and I'm leaving!'

Still no answer.

But Iruka didn't leave. He stood there and watched.

As much as he fumed, it was also amusing. Because the silver-haired man he noticed before wasn't as happy anymore - the lazy posture and quiet confidence as if evaporated. He looked at his watch often enough to make his neck ache; he walked nervously around the square; shades of doubt and restlessness darkened his pale face. He was almost panicking!

Iruka smirked. At least someone felt worse than he did!

Yes, he did pity him. He could as well go and make friends with him now, because they both were in similar situation.

Iruka shook his head at the thought. He didn't want to experience a shame, if, after he gets to the man, some blond high-heeled chick appears to take him away. That one was handsome though, Iruka noted, sighing heavily and deciding not to look at him anymore.

He had his meeting, and his date was so dead! Even if he liked them enormously, it didn't give them the right to be so late!

Iruka sighed heavily again, checked his phone and opened the new message form.

'You are a jerk, we are officially over! Don't write to me anymore, I'm blocking you. Farewell.'

He typed it, pressed the send button, and hid the phone in his pocket, firmly deciding to leave now.

Only, before leaving, he threw the last glance at the silver-haired man, wondering if his party was there yet.

The silver-haired man was openly staring at Iruka.

Iruka blinked.

He was staring as if he wanted to eat Iruka with his eyes.

Iruka gulped. The alert went off in his head. Not quite understanding what was going on, he prepared for the worst. Suddenly, the silver-haired man headed straight to him, almost knocking off several passers-by on his way.

He reached Iruka, leaned to him and murmured "Atlantis?"

That made it!

Iruka felt his cheeks start to gain the red color of extreme blush of anger. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and shoved it into the man's pale face, for him to see what time it was.

"You are late!" he yelled.

The man winced and showed Iruka his watch. "I'm sorry," he smiled sheepishly and awkwardly scratched the back of his head; "Yesterday my dog must have jumped on my watch and pressed the wrong button. Forgive me?"

Iruka sighed.

"Didn't you read the messages I sent to you during the past hour?" he wondered, doing his best to keep the rest of his composure. But from the expressive look on the pale man's face, he already knew the answer, "don't tell me you don't have my contacts with you?"

To see that pale face slowly cover in blush was rather entertaining. Now they must look like two red-faced fools.

Unconsciously, Iruka smiled. He waited for so long, and now it all went too fast for his taste.

"Fine, take me to that place you wrote about, so we can calm down and talk."

The man nodded, took Iruka's hand and pulled him away from the crowded square.

"And please, delete all those messages, I sent to you during past hour, before reading," Iruka added sullenly while being tugged down the alley in direction of the old town.

He heard a short laugh.

"I'm afraid I can't promise that," the silver-haired man declared mischievously and slightly squeezed Iruka's hand.

Iruka's blush deepened. It was going to be complicated.