It was official now: Kakashi was beggining to hate himself.
The more he saw the dark haired waiter and fell in love with him the more Kakashi would hate himself. Not because of his feelings towards the boy, no, far from that, but because he just couldn't act.
He, Hatake Kakashi, who had 100% of cases solved and was considered a genius in every aspect of his life – even the emotional one – was definately becoming shy. Shy!!! How could he, who used to read porn in front of every one could be shy in front of a boy?! Of course, he had never seen before someone as beautiful and with eyes like those, but this should encourage him to act, not restrain himself. Specially at the moments he had that light impression that Sasuke was also interested on him.
Nearly four months had gone by now and things had evolved a bit. Now, Kakashi would stay there untill the place closed, and for sake of appearences he would take some paper work to do, so it'd seem he had stayed 'till late for distraction. Sometimes Asuma or Gai or Kurenai or all three of them would join him, it wasn't something Kakashi apreciated though, because each of them could end discovering the reason for him going there everyday; and Asuma was his partner, it was difficult to hide from him something as big as that... Things had long passed the point that Kakashi would impatiently look at the clock so he could go.. now he would look at people in street, hoping he'd see Sasuke.. now he would secretely follow Sasuke home, to garantee his safety.
'That's a nice way to say you're stalking him.' His mind would say to him. But indeed, Sasuke left the place too late in the night and streets were dangerous. At the first time Kakashi did it he told himself he wouldn'tdo it again, he was doing it only to know the path the boy took so he could put more units patrolling it. But when he saw the place Sasuke lived he changed his mind imediatly!
The area was called the Oto Neighborhood, and if Kakashi could remember correctly he had already arrested more than fifty guilty suspects there. There was no way in hell the patrol would dare to go there at night, they barely did it during day time! It was actually very dangerous for him, if someone reckognized his face or even his car he would be in serious trouble and help would never arrive in time. Sasuke was certainly a tough boy to survive there. Maybe that explained his muscles. Since the boy didn't seem to be a criminal he had to defend himself from his neighbors. Kakashi couldn't even imagine what he probably had to go through everyday...
So, no one could blame him for following Sasuke home. Yet, there were times in which he would question if he wasn't going crazy with all that, because there were times in which he caught Sasuke looking at him, as if Kakashi was also being observed. It couldn't be possible, could it? Perhaps that was the reason why he was being shy, because he couldn't believe that such a beauty like Sasuke would have any interest in a bored detective like him.
An event was worthy of notice. The sky was falling over the city at the day, and because of the heavy rain the coffeehouse was nearly empty; there was only Kakashi, a woman who had came in to escape the water outside and the workers. He had already eaten his meal and was drinking coffee while writing a report of his last case. When he turned to his side to take some papers in his "brief case" – and use it as an excuse to look around and see where Sasuke was – he found said boy leaned in the balcony and openly watching him. Kakashi was so surprised that he let his papers fall all over; and as if it wasn't enough, when he leaned down to pick them, he had the impression of seeing Sasuke chuckle before going into the kitchen. At that day, Kakashi fully used his habit and tried to convince himself his face was not tinged of red.
Hatake Kakashi was never shy and definately never felt embarassed. At least in front of most people, and Sasuke obviously was different from everyone else.
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The week was not being easy.
Kakashi worked at Homicides and had already seen many ugly things that brought back the food from the stomach of most people, yet, that case was different from everything he had seen.
It was about a serial killer. First, two bodies appeared at the park, two days later was found the body of an important politician from the City of Suna with the same modus operandi, and, as if he and Asuma were not being under enough pressure, the killer made another victim a few days after: Comissary Tsunade's grandfather, who had been a great comissary in his days. Hell had descended upon them.
First she blamed Kakashi and Asuma for not catching the assassin soon afer the two first victims ( "Aren't you supposed to be a genius?!" she had yelled at him), but soon the old hag reckognized that if they hadn't gone far at the investigation that meant that the others wouldn't even have a start. So she ordered their captain, Anko, to put all her detectives at their disposal, and now they were leading a huge team, working day and night to catch the serial killer.
Right now he was at a meeting with Comissary Tsunade, Captain Anko, D.A. Shizune and the other detectives. It should be already 9 pm… Kakashi sighed. With all that work he never managed to arrive at Ichiraku's before 8, today it seemed he would gete there only for a quick coffee before the place closed. Still, Kakashi made a point of going there everyday, even if only for a drop of coffee, because in the middle of that chaos, Sasuke's vision alone could bring peace to him; and even tired after an entire day of work, Kakashi still made sure Sasuke arrived home all right. After he had seen the state of those victims bodies his fear for the boy's life, living at that disgusting place, just increased. People were capable of horrible things…
Kakashi arrived at Ichiraku's at 9:30 pm and the place was already getting empty. He often wondred why the owner insisted at closing only after eleven if the customers practically ceased after nine. Nonetheless, he supposed he should be greatfull for that, so he still could see Sasuke everyday.
When he entered the coffeehouse he saw the red haired emo, who looked much more quiet and closed that night, his hair was messy and he was staring at his glass intensely while Sasuke seemed to be worried about him. That meant that today his beauty – 'I already call him mine?' – wouldn't be as quick to attend him as usual, but it didn't really matter. 'At least I can see him, I'm not even hungry… I need only a good rest..'
In his exhaustion, Kakashi failed to see that, when Sasuke noticed his presence, the boy sighed with relieve.
Sasuke left his friend at the balcony and stopped by the table in the corner. The detective had his eyes closed. Should he call him? 'No Sasuke, you shouldn't, he is tired and..' but his tongue was faster.
"Good night, sir. …Today you came later."
Kakashi opened his eyes with a bit of muse in them, clearly too tired to demonstrate real surprise.
"Yeah… Too much work… I don't know what I'll order today, I'm not really—"
"Mind if I suggest something, sir?" Sasuke interrupted him, wondering where that boldness had come from.
"No.. not at ll. Bring me anything you think it's good." Kakashi answered, now with full amusement in his eyes.
A few minutes later Sasuke returned with a cup of tea and something that vaguely resembled a doughnut, although it didn't seem to be as sweet. Kakashi looked at him, clearly curious about the unusual choice.
"Don't worry, there is no sugar in none of it, I prepared it myself."
Kakashi gave him a small tired smile.
"You're a good observer.. Sasuke." He said, taking the cup to drink the tea, more to hide his satisfaction that the boy was still there by his side than for real thirsty, then, when took a sip of the tea he smiled approvingly. "This is very good. The touch of lemon is perfect."
"Thank you.. detective Kakashi."
Well, now this was surprising. Sasuke had paid enough attention to his habits at the point of hearing his friends saying his name and remember it?
"You know my name?"
The boy, who had been expressionless so far, for the first time showed something in his face for the other to see, and smirked.
"Anyone who is hearing would think that I am the detective here." Then he bowed his head respectfully (always smirking) and left.
Kakashi laughed, something he hadn't done in a while.
Well, well… what had been that? During those months he had seen Sasuke talking and smirking to his friends, but today he had done it to him – and considering he barely looked at other customers… That had to mean something! And he knew his name! That surely meant something!
He looked at the balcony. The red raired emo was eyeing Kakashi curiously and murmured something to Sasuke, who was drying a plate and nodded, the smirk still on his face.
That night, Kakashi felt like he could go out hunting and arresting hundreds of serial killers.
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Sorry for the delay of this chapter.
And again, I ask you to remember that english is my second language, so, please, forgive the mistakes and too many repeted words.
Thank you for reading.