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When Kurumi entered the house, she expected silence. Peace and quiet. She was then quite unimpressed to hear occasional thudding on the living room wall. She paused to consider the noise. There was a moment where she was horribly worried that this boy of Kakashi's was still there, and they were having sex against her wall, but the noise was far too inconsistent for that. At least, that's what she was reassuring herself with. She loved her walls. She spent days applying the vintage cream wallpaper, and Kakashi knew better than that. He might be a brat sometimes, but...
She then came to her sense. Kakashi was not a brat sometimes. He was a brat all the time, and she was suddenly very scared for her wall paper.
When she walked into the room, she nearly fainted. Then she screamed.
Scrawled over her beautiful, beautiful, wallpaper, was the vague outline of a person, drawn about six foot tall, in what looked like black crayon. In the centre of his chest, was a big red heart, with 100 written in it.
She took a deep breath, And looked to Kakashi, who was staring at her with a half raised eyebrow. He shrugged, and picked the darts off the floor and took aim for the figure.
She strode over and grabbed him by the wrist. He yelled in protest. "What do you think you're doing wench, you're throwing me off my game here!"
He pulled himself from her grip, and threw the first of his darts, hitting the shoulder of the man. She stared at him in disbelief. She was used to the name calling. He had picked up on the word wench during his pirate obsession when he was thirteen, he normally used it affectionately now days. Or in cases like this, when she was in his way. But defiling her wallpaper was going too far. No one touched her wallpaper and lived to tell the tale.
"Kakashi." she said, her calm tone betraying her inner fury. "What is this?"
"Look, I know you loved the lipstick, and I loved that eyeliner, but really mother, you're crushing my creative spirit, where are the crayons? And the paints? I mean-"
"Wait, that's my lipstick?"
Kakashi looked perplexed. "Oh. I thought that's why you were angry. What on earth is your problem then?"
She stood, silently fuming. "I don't know Kakashi, how about your vandalism of my wall?"
He frowned. "I am an artist, this is my canvas. Besides, it's his fault." he said, throwing the dart again, not even hitting the figure, but instead ricocheting off his spiky hair.
Judging by his aim – or lack there of – she assumed that the holes and cracks consuming the heart were the result of brutal stabbing, as opposed to amazing accuracy. "I don't see how you can justify this Kakashi, but if you value your life, you'll start trying..."
"Ok. Well, there's this guy. And I'm into him, only not literally. Unfortunately." She blinked, and tried not too think about that too much, and was luckily saved the pain of doing so by Kakashi continuing. "And he's kinda into me, except he's all in denial, and rar rar rar, stupid stupid stupid, and he keeps fucking me over, and it shits me. Hence," he waved his arms dramatically in front of him. "My masterpiece. I'm hoping that it works like voodoo." he finished proudly.
"So you're saying, that you're destroying my wall, because some little boy won't have sex with you?"
"Essentially, but you're missing the whole point mother. I'm expressing my anger creatively instead of destructively, isn't that what you're always saying?"
She blinked at him. "So now its my fault that you killed my walls?"
"Not killed mother, improved. That wallpaper was hideous anyway."
She took two deep breaths and the glared at her son. Well, he was her son. That relationship would cease when she killed him. "Kakashi. You have two seconds to leave my sight. If you fail to do so, I am going to the kitchen and getting a knife. If I return, and you have still failed to leave, then I start stabbing. If you get in the way of my knife, that's your fault."
"Ha. Ha Wench. Very funny. Now will you please leave me to my kill-"
"KAKASHI!"
Iruka was sitting on his bed, thinking regretfully about his sudden departure last night. It wasn't that he didn't like the boy, he did, but he was a teacher. He had to stop this business, and he had to stop it then and there. It was one thing when it was just a silly little crush, but Kakashi was taking it far too seriously. And he couldn't live with himself while he kept leading the boy on when he knew he couldn't let anything come of it.
Regardless, he still felt guilty. He picked up his phone, and dialled Kakashi's number. It rung a few times, and once again, his mother answered. "Yes." she spat.
Iruka was shocked at the change in attitude from the woman he spoke to yesterday. In an effort to change his voice to a point where it wasn't recognisable, he said "Hi, umm, is, umm, Kakashi there, I'm-"
"Are you his boy?"
"Errr, well, kinda. That's what I was going to talk to hi-"
"So you're the reason that he ruined my wall?"
"Umm, sorry?"
"My beautiful wallpaper, ruined, because of you!"
"Mother! Give me the phone."
"Kakashi, I still have my knife!"
"Jesus Christ you are melodramatic sometimes. Now chill out, go mourn your lover and give me the fucking phone already."
Iruka sat in shock as the argument unfolded on the other side of the phone. Knives? And what had Kakashi done to her wallpaper? He was terribly confused to say in the least.
"Yes." Came Kakashi's voice through the receiver. "Can I help you?"
"I, umm, yes. I thought I should apologise for yesterday. I did come over with the intent of talking to you about our predicament and our options, however, I, umm. Well, didn't quite get there, and-"
"Yes, you're a twat, we get it, now spit it out you incoherent sod, why are you ringing."
"Well, because umm, see, the thing is Kakashi, at first, I just had a little crush on you, but I err, I think that maybe, I'm not quite sure what I think now, and can we please meet somewhere and discuss it, where i can't get err, distracted so to speak?"
"Somewhere where you can't jump me you mean?"
"Err, I was trying to be more subtle than that, but essentially, yes."
Kakashi considered a moment. On one hand, he didn't really want to discuss it. And he would much rather be somewhere where his teacher had every opportunity to jump him, but perhaps, if they talked, he could convince him to jump him on a regular basis.
"Fine. We'll go for coffee tomorrow. At that little place in the park yes? They make a fantastic latte."
"Errr, sure Kakashi, sounds great. I'll umm, see you there at 11 then."
"Are you kidding?"
"Excuse me?"
"You expect me up and out that early on a Saturday?"
"Umm. Well, what time would be more suitable for you then?"
"I think I can probably handle three. Yes, that's much more decent."
"Well, umm, ok, so, err, yeah, well-"
"And back to not forming sentences. Some English teacher you are. Bye moron."
Iruka started indignantly at the phone, then shook his head. This disrespectful brat was going to be the death of him.
A/N: Lovely. All done. Now everyone please send me a lovely little review and I'll love you forever. Next chapter tomorrow hopefully. I'm growing thin of this story and want to start my new one :) The more reviews I get, the more motivated I'll be to stretch it out and not finish next chapter ;)