Kakashi didn't want to turn on any lights so as not to wake the sleeping Iruka.
He slid past the doorway of their room but found it difficult to cross the room due to all the crap on the floor. Cautiously, he made it to the dresser. Not knowing what to do next, he grabbed a bag by his feet and started stuffing his shit in, grabbing anything and everything that was his.
"I'm just going to give Iruka some time to cool off. Before I try to start sorting things out."
His hands hurriedly grabbed some money off the dresser. As he turned, he shoved the cash into his pocket. "I'll stay with Genma for a few days. Give myself some time to figure out my next move."
Kakashi turned around one more time, looking for anything else he had forgotten. He moved towards the door. But he stepped on a book and when he went to right himself, his feet went out from under him. "SHIT!"
He landed with a thud, muted by the ugly blue carpet. His bag, flung a few feet away, spilled its contents.
Iruka woke to a sound coming from the back of the apartment. He shot up-right, looking from left to right, mimicking a small rodent. Clearing his sleep-fogged mind, he grabbed the closest thing that could be used as a weapon. Unfortunately, that was a tennis racket.
So Iruka, armed with the tennis racket, ventured down the hallway in the shadows. He could hear the shuffling of feet and the sound of someone moving.
Iruka jumped in front of the doorway with the racket held in front of him, just in time to see Kakashi's hunched form on the floor.
Iruka's first instinct was to hit him in the head. But, feeling kind of stupid and embarrassed, Iruka threw the racket into the hall way.
Rubbing his cheek lightly, Iruka cleared his throat and asked, "So what are you doing here?" There was no hatred in his voice, just surprise.
Kakashi was now standing and retrieving his things. When he was finished, he took a deep breath and turned to Iruka. Even though when he looked at Iruka there was no sign of hurt or hatred, Kakashi couldn't look him in the eye.
Kakashi looked from Iruka's fidgeting hands to his scarred nose and to his ears before answering.
"Um… I'm here to get some clothes," he said, holding up his bag, and continued, "I'm going to crash at Genma's for a few days." He looked to the mirror across the room at his reflection. It was plain to see that he didn't want to go to Genma's. But…
"Oh!" Iruka said as he rubbed his neck; it was kind of sore from the couch. His eyes wandered to the books and trash on the bedroom floor. "You don't have to do that, I mean if you don't want to." Iruka suggested, even though the voice in his head was screaming "NO!"
This whole scene was awkward; the both of them anticipating one to go physical and beat the shit out of the other, but it never happened. Kakashi looked at Iruka's eyes. He could always read what he was thinking. His gave too much of himself away to others.
Seeing the confusion in Iruka's eyes, Kakashi refused the offer. "It's probably not such a good idea with what's happened, ya know?" Kakashi looked again to his reflection.
His shoulders were hunched, making him look small and unimportant. Then his eyes drifted to the Iruka in the mirror; the look on his face was detached. Eyes too puffy and red, arms crossed his chest like entombed kings of long since past. They seemed to build a barrier between the two of them.
Kakashi sighed after a moment and went to move past Iruka. At first Iruka hesitated, but then let Kakashi past. He followed him down the hall and watched as Kakashi moved through the living room and out the door.
Iruka rushed to the door and stood there, one hand on the doorknob. He turned and slid down the length of the door. He sat there looking into the darkness. His face went hot and then tears spilled over onto his cheeks. He seemed to be having trouble remembering how to inhale and exhale.
Kakashi made it down the stairs before he let out a strangled yell. He looked back to the apartment door before he left the complex.