Hello my dear readers.I'm sorry about the story not being updated for so long. My mind for sucked into Acheron a Dark-Hunter book by Sherrilyn Kenyon. Trust me. It really good book. But I highly suggest reading the other books first, It just makes more sense.I just recently have seen Death Note 2: The Last Name, the english dubbed vertion, it's funny. The movie it different from the manga story line a bit but still good. L's last moment made me cry. And because this is my dang fanfic, I'm bring L back. Beleive me, I have my ways. And Ash has his. Please R&R. Thank you for reading.
-Haiban Hollow
Chapter 5
Stepping off of the bed, you stand with plush Kakashi still in your arms. Yawning you wished you'd not have read the wonderful book that was still on your nightstand. The tears have stopped by now, but the shine of the salt streams still lay on your cheeks. Hitting the off button on the alarm clock, you walk to your closet and grabbing a pair of tan cargo pants and an black based angry Kyo printed T-shirt from 'Hot Topic' with a black bra to go with it. Dropping off the Kakashi plush next to your open laptop, you then headed for the bathroom to change.
Kakashi being Kakashi, and a ninja tried to follow you but once the door had shut he was blocked from entering. "Why can't I go through?" Looking over at Katsa that was now lounging on the computer chair.
"She put up scrolls around the bathroom that once completely circulate the area becomes shielded by a barrier that keeps out souls like you and even me. The door completes the circulation. She put them up to add detail and make it more interesting but they actually do work. It's not very often that things like that work now adays. Closing the door activates the barrier."
"She sure likes her privacy." 'I've never heard of scrolls being used that way, but I guess it works…'
"She is the same as you."
"Why do you say that?" 'How are we alike?'
"You both like hiding your emotions under masks."
"She doesn't use a mask." 'Her face is beautiful. Why would she hide it?'
"It doesn't have to be an actual mask."
"A facial mask, like makeup?" Looking around, 'There isn't even lipstick or any of that face powder stuff around here either. Only a few nail polishes.'
"No, not even that. I guess it would be called 'putting on a poker face' or perhaps a 'social mask'."
"Why would she do that?" 'Why is she so depressed now?' "She seemed just fine last night."
"She's lived with it so long that she never seems to be able to take it off around normal people other then her friends. But even then she still wears it."
"Then why'd she break down now?" 'Why is she crying because of me?'
"It's because she's always dreamed about being with someone she could trust and would love her back…she truly has dreamt about being by your side going through all the hardships no matter what. Another reason why she's training with Zuko. She wanted to be able to fight alongside you. Iruka has even taught her the basic ninjutsus. She'd love for you to teach her how to better her training; to become an equal to you. But sadly your sleep is either dreamless or of your past."
"Was that why she was happy to see me in her dream?"
"She's happy to see you anyway, even if it's her mind is playing tricks on her."
"Her mind playing tricks?"
"She's dreamt of you being with her countless nights. She wakes up after always flushed with labored breathing. Or else just very smiley and chipper through out the day."
"And how would you know it was me she was dreaming about?"
"She be saying your name in her sleep… and other things."
"And what may these 'other things' be?" He raises an eyebrow 'This is sounding like one of Jiraiya's plot lines.'
Katsa doesn't say anything as Kakashi tries to get an answer out of her.
The door opens and you come out with your hair brushed and pulled back with a hair tie behind your back with a few stray bangs in the front that were left to sway as you move around your home and shop. Setting your PJ's on the bed you pick up the book you'd started reading last night. The summer's early morning sun highlighted the room and the natural orange color of its cover. You smiled at the picture of the one book that intrigued you but has been published in only Kakashi's realm that was always physically impossible to get. Even e-bay didn't have it, proving you cannot get everything off of e-bay. 'Oh-yeah! Take that e-bay!', you smirked a little at the pleasant proof that the commonly used pun is now false. At least to you.
'It's good to see her smiling again.' Kakashi thinks as he watches your face as he lies down on the bed while you examine his favorite book once more. 'The rims of her eyes are a little red but at least she's not crying anymore.' He now possesses a smile that matched your own under his mask.
The bookmark that you'd stick in it was a digimon card you had laying around on the desk. Its corners bent for being used so often read Wizardmon across the top. One of your favorite among the many. It usual brang good luck with it for some reason, a definite charm of sorts. I was just what you needed because today you needed all the luck you could get.
Sticking the book into your pants pocket for safekeeping and for easy access you pat it in its place for reassurance that everything won't just slip through your fingers like everything else. That this is real and not fantasy. That he was now an illusion, a figment of your imagination.
Heading for the door you stop midway. Your laptop screen became alive. An empty word document splayed across the screen. The Kakashi plush knocked over onto the keyboard. Within five seconds, the word 'temporary' showed on the top of the page as if just typed. Back tracking you lean over to examine the word. After letting the word role off your tongue the screen switches over to your saved music file without you touching the mouse pad, Comatose by Skillet starts playing.
"What are you doing?" Kakashi questioned the guardian feline as she's doing the things on your computer.
"I'm giving her the message that she was meant to receive that you failed to properly tell her."
"Would you really expect her to get it?"
"Yep."
Looking down at the knocked over plush and back at the screen. "So your telling me Kakashi is in a temporary coma?"
'Yes' the document prints as it switches back. "See she does understand my message." She sticks her tongue out at Kakashi.
"Ya, very mature coming from a talking kitten." He grumbles pointing her small size.
She makes herself into a black panther. "Don't mess with me."
"Wasn't trying." He backed away he watches you from afar as you process the newly given information. 'Would she really understand what is happening…can she truly understand that this isn't her everyday life even? That helping might put her life on the line? I just hope it never gets close to having that. I know I have to trust her, but I have not even heard her name spoken once. And why did I have to be the one who got attacked. I mean really, I should have been able to dodge such a silly little thing as a dart.' The thought of being taken down so easily is really not something to be proud of.
The feline turned back to its smaller form and gave a small huff as she continues her message back to you. 'Take care of him. Make sure he's safe'
"I always keep my guests safe even if it risks my life and soul to do so." 'I will never fail to do so.' Because that would mean you failed yourself. You're never greedy when it came to a person needing help.
'Thank you, miss.' Kakashi thought as he touched your shoulder though he knows you wouldn't feel it. But strangely you could her his thought as if it were a faint whisper in you ear.
"Your welcome, Kakashi." You pick the fallen Kakashi plush and closed the laptop while that song continued to play. Setting plush Kakashi onto you pillow and giving him a small peck on the small fabric visage. "Don't worry. I'll be there when you wake from your forced slumber. And you have a ramen-free dinner for you." You give a little giggle in reply remembering his meal request.
'It's good to know she remembered.' Kakashi smiled warmly as he gazed at you in amazement and wonder as you put on the last two pieces of today's outfit.
Putting on the oversized, self-sown lavender flees cat hat with a 50-cent ring on its right ear as an earring, and putting on a white and red wooden beaded bracelet, the correct colors of Kyo's bracelet you headed downstairs.
"Miss! Miss! Something's wrong!" Kinu was running in circles at the base of the stairs clearly freaking out.
"Kinu, what is it? Why are you freaking."
Pakkun walks into view as once your half way down the stairs. "It's because Kakashi hasn't moved all night." Pakkun had a grumpy aura around him as he looked at you now at the foot of the stairs with the both of them. "This isn't normal."
"Well talking dogs aren't normal either but I'm taking it in stride."
"That's not what I mean." Pakkun growled. "Kakashi hasn't so much as moved even a centimeter. He just lays there and doesn't respond to anything." He glares up at you thinking it was your fault.
You give him a dull stare back. "What?" Pakkun asks annoyed that you were looking as if you were calling him stupid. Well… I guess you kind of thinking that way but mostly for him being male.
"Have you thought that maybe it's a side effect of the drug that Kakashi was shot with last night? He's in a vegetable state right now because the drug is still in his system. The effect if the drug will ware off probably some time tonight so for the time being you'll have to keep an eye on him. Alright you two?"
"Alright!" Kinu answered and scampered back to the room where Kakashi laid limp like a wet noodle.
"We'll still have a talk about this later, got that miss?" Pakkun said.
"I got it the first time mister grumpy gills." Pakkun just gave you a weird look and fallowed after Kinu. Murmuring to yourself, "Today's going to be a long day."
Normal people have their ups and downs… you're still no exception.
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The denile.
"What the fuck am I thinking," looking into the cup in hot chocolate in front of you, its steam rises into your face. "He'd never want to be with me," a tear slid down you cheek. You quickly wipe it away, "I'm just an obsessed fan. He could be with anyone. Oh, why did I think he'd even want to be with me?" Sighing deeply you take a sip. "He doesn't know anything about me, yet I know so much about him. How would he be able to trust me? Even Pakkun thinks of me poorly. Why would he want to be with me? It's not like I have any talents that he could learn. I'm not even from his realm. The only place we'd know each other is from the realm of dreams but still he doesn't know about me. What am I to do…?" Stop talking to yourself is a good start.
"Do about what?" Kinu comes up next to your seat at the small kitchen table. After you'd fed them, and finally positioning the rack that was knocked over so that it wouldn't fall again, Pakkun agreed to clean up the mess of DVDs. Kinu kept an eye on Kakashi, his body still lay motionless on the bed in the guest room. Having to think so many things through, you're thankful for Pakkun's generosity, for the last thing you wanted to do was clean up the shop.
Your shop opens at 9am and closes at 8pm on normal days. Holidays it was closed except on Halloween and Christmas even when you closed at 2 instead of 8. On Sundays you opened at 1pm because of all the churchgoers. Not being into the whole church going thing yourself, usually used it as a day to sleep-in. Sadly it was Saturday, one of the busiest days of the week opening at 9. Waking up at 6:30 you'd give yourself 2 and a half hours to get ready for the boring day ahead. And today was no exception… but that's just for now.
Tonight was going to be very different. Tonight, Kakashi would be dining with you. Someone who you knew was single, that you knew was not one to cheat, or acts like 'him' in anyway. Mature, awesome in every possible way, strong, and not living in a dream.
Someone who would not be a mistake… but would he want you? What would you serve? What would you wear? 'This is not a date you know.' It may not be but you still worried about it.
"I'm not sure what to serve for dinner." One hand setting the cup of hot chocolate to the table, one hand covered your eyes. This was only one of the lesser difficult things to answer.
"Why are you so worked up? It's just a meal. It can't be that hard to decide what to eat."
"It is because it's not just me but also Kakashi. And believe me. I can make deciding what I want to eat into a trivial game. It is not that simple for me." You being picky about what you eat isn't helping since you didn't know what Kakashi's tastes were.
"What do you have? If we know what we have to work with, we can make something."
"That's true." Walking over to the fridge. 'Why does it seem like I'm forgetting something.' Opening the fridge the only thing in there was half empty container of milk, cheese, a bottle of ketchup and one and a half butter sticks. "You've got to be kidding me…,"gripping and opening the freezer door to it. Only things in it are a box of raspberry turnovers, and about two pounds of frozen beef and some Popsicles. In other words, nothing to work with in the fridge department. Closing both doors shut you put your for head to the cool shell of it. "God dang it. Nothing but bits."
"Well bits are better then nothing." Kina tries to raise your spirits but it's still not enough.
"True. But it's still not enough to make match of anything for dinner much less for just the three of us."
"Well, what else do you have? Maybe some dried goods?"
"I hope so. But I'm highly doubt full", you grumbled the last part.
Going over to the cupboard and hitting the switch next to the door the light illuminated the small but walk in pantry. "There's breakfast. There's lunch. I don't want that or that. And I think that is expired…" You simply point out the things that lay in the pantry. First the bag of frosted flakes that was your only option for breakfast presently, then the jar of peanut butter & strawberry jelly with one third of a loaf next to it though you hadn't touched it over a week. You finished of the eggs before they went bad. Then the bag of spaghetti noodles and cans of soup. Then finally the jar of marshmallow cream that the last time it was used was about a 3 months ago when you made fudge and coated two trays with it. That day you found out that it was a great combination when Hayley tried to snag a whole tray after having one small cubic unit of it. You made another tray for her when she tried to bite a customer's hand for reaching for one after they had already paid-in-full, but once she wasn't there to snap at them both trays were gone in a hour because of all the sugar-craving con goers. Hayley was sufficed with her own half sized tray as she watched Death Note on the TV in your room sitting on the computer chair, mimicking L though she was dressed in something that resembled Misa.
It only holds about two cups worth under its sealed lid. Gripping the top and twisting it left it released the buildup pressure you hear it pop. Having the jar open, you remove the lid that still blocked your view of its contents. Your eyes glimpse into its depths. The sight, one experiment you wish you'd never have to partake in. Oils lavished over the discolored creams beneath its surface. Replacing the lid and shutting its contents back in it you check the expiration date. 5/3/2008 readout in the dotted text style. "Yep… definitely past expiration date." 'It's June. I should of let Hayley have the rest of the jar. It would have died a less painful death then having to rot away in here. May it find a happier place-' "In the garbage." Dropping it into the half full bin under the sink you wash your hands of some sticky residue. Sighing as you turn off the facet and dry off your hands on a dishtowel.
Kinu inspects it one more time to see if I over looked anything. "Um… I think the bread has also gone bad…" you pull the loaf out to inspect it. Small specks of pale green-ish fuzz had grown between the layers of the soft white bread.
"It is just not my lucky day.", you grumble as you put the rest of it into the trashcan that seemed now half full. "I'll have to find time to go shopping." Your hand falls to the top of the pocket of the cargo pants. The top of the book an easy to see outline through the thin fabric. "But I'll do it." 'I'll do it for Kakashi.' Shopping for food sucked the life out of you. It's always 'should I get this? Or get that?' or 'which one is the better deal?' You'd always go plain and simple: sticking to the things you're used to. Home made goods like banana bread and meatloaf last about a week to two weeks depending on if any one comes over and if you ever go out to eat. DDR became a routine for you, never really leaving the shop often during daylight hours and not much business during the off-season. The 'few' employees that you had you paid at a good 8 to 9 bucks an hour depending on how busy it is. Most of them like to get pad in merchandise. They either call up or you call them up to schedule. 12 to 15 dollars an hour during con season. During then they like it in cash to spend at the con's dealer's room. Costumes are also a must have being a comic shop owner and all so it makes the budget a tad bit small when it came to having food. But thank you to 'The Family Dollar' store, 'Albertson's', your dad, and with the help of many friends you could make it without starving for the rest of the year. But mostly you just hated having to shop
Dad would always make too much and have leftovers. Friends would take you out to eat or invite you over. But what the heck were you going to do now? Your dad is busy with everything at home and all your friends are anime crazed fan girls that would most likely try to rape him in his sleep. Even Pakkun and Kinu wouldn't stand a chance against one of them. 'Well… there is one person…' "Katya."
"What did you say?" Pakkun says walking in apparently he was done putting the DVDs back up.
"Katya. I need to call Katya." You repeat mostly to yourself than Pakkun and Kinu that had jumped to turn off the light and started exploring the cupboards in search of more material, which included curry powder, flower, sugars, soy sauce, and a whole bunch of ramen. Plus the various spices and herbs. Taco seasoning was a must have for the ground beef. Boxes of tea packets and hot chocolate mix lined a small part of the counter top. A pan you'd used for eggs sat on the stove needing to be cleaned. An empty egg carton sat next to it with a spatula covered in cold grease and a bear shaped container of honey. Honey and eggs always tasted good for some reason. The sugar was just an added bonus. The dishes were in the dishwasher waiting to be given a rinse cycle but that would have to wait, for you had more important business to attend to. "I have to call my cousin."
Your cousin was the only person you know wouldn't try to do anything to Kakashi. She'd rather have a dolphin then a scarecrow. She's twenty-one, and is in collage. She herself looked like Iruka subtract the scar, about seven inches of brown hair, add boobs and she was just that. A female Iruka. A shorthaired, curvy, and very tan, Iruka. She looks Mexican but has a German heritage. Where the gene came from we still don't know. You on the other hand are very close to being Kankuro's sister, Temari. Change boob size to 'B', hair a darker shade, long bangs (if you can still call them bangs, they hang down to the collar bone.) and ad just a bit more of a hip and long fingernails with a light farmers tan that cover the top of your pale white arms thanks to your liking for T-shirts. Yep that was pretty much you but you could pull-off most costumes except Tsunade's, you just don't have the rack for it but you weren't complaining.
Grabbing the cell phone off the counter you go into the phone book and scroll down to her name and click once her picture pops up as a mouse. Clicking on her cell number and hitting dial the phone rings as you wait for her to pick up. Pakkun and Kinu start arguing over if they could trust your cousin. It quickly becomes aggravating. "Would you two just shoosh!" Annoyed, aggravated, and tired. That's you presently.
"Who are you shooshing?" It was Katya on the other end of the line. Apparently she'd answered her cell when you started to yell.
"Oh, nothing, nothing…", you glared at the already glowering Pakkun that started back at you. You send out a message. 'You argue later. I talk now.' Pakkun huffed out of the kitchen. He got the message. Kinu jumps down from the counter after closing the cabinets. You could trust your cousin with anything.
There's no questions asked. No reason to argue. It's the all mighty truth. Living together for over a year and having similar interests. You guys act like twins, always reading each other's thoughts. The only difference is she'd never let anyone braid her hair and your taste in guys…well… sort of… but not in some cases, but other then that she's a Yuki fangirl why'll you're a Kyo fangirl. The pretty boy rat and the pissed off cat. Definitely different tastes in men. But that was in the old days when you both were in middle school and just a little bit into high school.
"Right. Whatever. What did you call for?" 'She sounds a little grumpy. She must have been sleeping.'
"Sorry for waking you up. Can you come over to my shop?"
"What for?" 'yep definitely grumpy.' She's usually up to coming over.
"I'll tell you the reason when you get here." You let out a long sigh knowing you'd have to tell her your little story about what happened last night having the evidence still here and running around.
"Fine but I have a dentist appointment at ten-fifteen, and have an errand to run so I won't be there until about noon."
"Alright. I'll see you later. Bye."
She gives a groggy, "bye" and the dial tone rings through the phone for the second day in a row. The sound cuts off as you snap it shut.
"Why'd you need to call your cousin?" Kinu asks you just out of curiosity.
"Because I. Need. Help." That's really the only thing you could say cause there is no other way you could put it.
After terminating the call, Pakkun comes trotting in grumbling about your apparently rude behavior, but what could you do, your mind is 50 in dreamland (because of your surprise guests), 45 working over time just what could, would, and should you do today since Kakashi's the most important of guests (how would he react to the fact he's from a, as your mom calls it, 'cartoon'), and the last 5 is wondering if you could get a chance to finish the book in your pocket with all this chaos that you'd have to plan out today (you'd find a way even of you couldn't get around anything).
Glancing up at the clock that read 7:57. "I'm just going to skip breakfast and get to taking inventory. I'll be in the lobby if either of you need me." Kinu is the only one to understand your leaving in a kind way; Pakkun just kept going on about something about you and plans about you being an enemy, who's incognito, calling for back up. 'I think he's twisted it even worse then when Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura were trying to found out what was under Kakashi's mask.' Remember people he only wears it out of habit... well... maybe there is something more to it.
Inventory done, check. Closed sign switched to open, check. Book to occupy ones self with… double check. Smiling you sit down on the chair you dragged out from the storage room in the back. Pulling out the book you started reading, again waiting for the morning to pass.
And the day begins. And soon the normality of the morning will pass come noon.
End of chapter 5