HA ……..look I finally found time to type the next chapter!!
I do not own any of these people
turns head away from readers and mumbles under breath "Damn"
So please enjoy and review if you must
And the whole over use of profanities was supposed to be funny and lighten up the tension. In hopes to make this a little less serious
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When Iruka got to their apartment, he wasn't sure of what had just happened.
Iruka stopped in front of the door, fumbling with the keys, trying to find the right one in the dark.
"Why the hell did you kiss him, what is that supposed to mean, hey, look, I'm easy, continue to fuck with my heart?" Iruka hit his head on the door lightly in disgust at the whole situation. Finally finding the right key, Iruka pushed the door open and walked in.
The apartment was dark and quiet. "As it should be," Iruka thought. He set his stuff down and looked around. Nothing familiar. Nothing warm. Nothing that wanted him.
He was tired and his body was still tense from the whole freak-out today. All he wanted to do was let unconsciousness slowly slip over him and let it take him out of his misery. But he needed a shower.
So Iruka continued to walk deeper into the apartment, stripping himself of his clothing.
Walking into the bathroom, he took his hair down so it fell loosely to his shoulders. He turned so he faced the mirror and saw love bites that Kakashi had left in various places on his body. Iruka traced the bruised spots with his fingertips. They would fade away and be gone in a few days, and so would Kakashi. He grimaced at the thought.
He turned on the shower and stepped into the water and steam, allowing his body to be engulfed by the warmth. The hot water helped to relax his body.
He just stood there, not moving to wash his hair. He just stood there like a statue frozen in time, letting the water slowly begin to wear away the memory of Kakashi's pleading eyes. Iruka let out a dry sob and braced himself against the wet tile at the thought of it.
Iruka stepped out of shower, toweled off and wrapped the towel around his lower half, and walked down the dark hall to their bedroom. Once again, he became a statue, peering into the darkness of the room. He didn't dare go in, but he had to in hopes of ever letting the nothingness that is sleep take over his mind. So he walked in.
The room was lit with nothing but shadows and a little light from the bathroom down the hall. Iruka glanced around, taking in the scene of this horrible soap opera that he played a part in.
The bed: where trust is built and destroyed.
The array of scents: the muted memory of the night before.
Iruka didn't want to stay in there and think about trust and betrayal, so he grabbed some clothes and dressed in the living room.
He was too tired to care any more about Kakashi, so he submitted to the nothingness that is sleep on the couch.
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I just want it said that Iruka is not taking about offing himself, he just wants sleep
So tell me if you liked it
Good morrow my friends
Hope you like it i will call you around 500
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