Chapter 2

I woke up in my bed, though my eyes remained closed. It had been over a day since the last time I had seen the man with the mask. I knew he was not supposed to come again until Monday, but I wished that he would make one of his weekend visits. If he came on Friday nights or Saturdays, it was, as said, only to buy liquor and cigarettes and since I did not drink very often and I was not fond of cigaret smoking it was not exactly pleasurable for me to sell him that kind of stuff, but what could I do? He was a grown man and he could do whatever he wanted to do. When I came to think about it, I did not even know how old he was? I would guessed him to be around 25-28-years-old, but I could be wrong.

I finally opened my eyes and got out of bed. When I looked at the clock, which was standing beside my bed on a night stand, I realized how little time I had to get ready before I had to be at the supermarket. I rushed to the bathroom, took a quick bath, bruised my teeth and put on some clean working clothes. I would have used the clothes from the day before, but I had felt hot that day and now it stunk of sweat, heavily. The sweaty working clothes ended up in the laundry basket which contained a lot more clothes already since I had not had the time to wash any of it lately. Work had been keeping me busy. Working almost every day and night because I was the only one who took every shift I was offered while everybody else tried to get rid of their hours. I guessed somebody just did not need the money as badly as I did.

The whole day went by pretty fast and I was happy to finally be able to go home and sleep. I had been so tired that I had nearly fallen a sleep up against the broom after I had finished sweeping the floor. That Saturday had been so boring I would not even start on going into details with it, but somehow time still managed to feel like it passed by quickly. I had been the only one working that evening since there weren't many customers on a Saturday night. It was not until I was just about to lock the door something exciting finally happened.

"Please, don't close yet, I just need a few things!" I looked up and saw a man running towards the entrance. At first, I thought I would tell him that it was too late and that I had already counted the money in the register and taken away the money that was in it, besides the change, but then I realized who it was, "Please, please, please, I'll do it quick," he said, being almost out of breath when he reached the glass door.

I let him in without saying anything and I just barely looked at him, "Thanks, you're the man!" he said as he slipped inside. He was wearing his mask as always and his clothes did not look very different from the clothes he usually wore on the weekends. Except for that leather jacket with pyramid, silver studs all over it in different patterns. It looked very nice on him. It kinda gave him a harsh look, but in a good way.

I made sure to sit behind the desk when he returned with an armful of alcohol, "I could not find the cigarettes, did you pack them away already?" he asked quietly, though he sounded like he was in a rush as he placed the many bottles on the conveyer belt.

"No, they are still here," I pointed behind me and he looked up to discover what I was about to tell him, "They have just been removed. Too many kids stole them so they were put here so that we could administrate them."

"I see, that's smart. Kids shouldn't run around smoking anyway," he smiled with his eyes and he was so right. It was better for the kids, though, it was a bit funny to hear it from someone like him who smoked quiet a lot, "I would like the..." long red lark, "long red lark," I was right, he wanted the usual. I smiled at him and nodded. I turned around on my chair and was just about to take out one packet of larks, but then it hit me.

"I know this is silly, but I need to see some ID, please," this was my chance to get to see his ID. From this I would learn a hell of lot more than I knew already. All I had been able to do up until now was analyze the things he bought, which I had become pretty good at if you asked me, but now I would get his full name and age all at once. What a breakthrough!

"ID? Don't you think I'm a little too old for that," he said, but pulled out his wallet willingly anyway. He rummaged around in it for a couple of seconds before he made a triumphing sound in his throat and handed me his ID.

Hatake Kakashi, what an amazing name. I could only wish to have gotten a name as smart as his, but I was stuck with that lame name, Iruka. I knew that I did not have much time to look at the card so my eyes rushed down and found the year he was born. 1982 – that made him 30-years-old. I did not need much time to work that out since I had been dealing with numbers everyday for a long time now. He was a little older than I had expected, but the difference between him and I were only five years and since I did not consider myself as an old person, I did not think of him as old either. I looked up at him again before he could get suspicious of my secret agenda and passed him the card over the desk.

"I'm sorry, it is just something that we have to check from now on."

"It's okay, I don't mind," his voice was so gentle and laid back. I knew it had been risky to ask him for his ID, but the plan had worked and he did not hate me for following my self-invented rule.

I grabbed a pack of red lark and waved it in front of the scanner till it said beep before I went on to all the booze.

"Anything else?" I asked just as I usually did, but this time I got a different answer.

"Uhm, yes..." Kakashi's eyes did not want to meet with mine and I could have sworn he was blushing when he said, "Condoms. I need a box of them as well," I tried my best not to look at him with widened eyes. That was the last thing I would have expected him to say. In a way, it made me feel uncomfortable and I was actually a bit disappointed in him. Not that I should not have expected that he was sleeping with people. I just did not need it to be confirmed, you know?

"Sure," I handed him the box he had nodded towards when he had asked for it, "Anything else?" he shook his head gently and smiled again, only this time he did not appear to be as comfortable as before.

"No, that was all. Thank you," he said and paid for everything cash and collected his things in record time, practically storming out the door while shouting, "Thank you very much, I owe you one!" I could not believe my own ears. Had Hatake Kakashi just said that he was in debt to me? I could not help but smile and I closed off the shop with the feeling of having successfully fulfilled the day.

I closed my eyes tightly and pictured my idol before my inner eye. He was a slim figure, but he clearly spent a lot of his spare time at the gym, unlike me. His silvery hair was always a big mess, both short and long strands pointing in all directions from his head, though, it did not make him appear as a lazy person. It was just his style. Even his way of dressing was very informal and relaxed. He wore either a black, plain t-shirt or a long-sleeved, body-hugging, cotton shirt along with either loose sweatpants or once in a while a pair of dark jeans. Not to forget about the mask. That was one of the only things that never changed about him.

I shut my eyes open when someone suddenly knocked on the door. I turned around to see who it was and my jaw dropped immediately. It was him.

Quickly, I opened the door to ask him what he wanted and he stepped inside the shop without a word.

"Ka-Kakashi-sama?" I stuttered and took a step back, "What are you doing here?"

"There was something I needed to ask you, Iruka-san," he whispered, walking closer to me. I got a little scared and backed a few steps back.

"W-what did you w-want to ask me? And how d-do you k-know my n-n-name?" he kept coming closer until he had me backed up against the wall. He was scaring me, but at the same time it felt kind of nice standing so close to him that I could almost feel his body heat.

"I've been keeping an eye on you too," Kakashi said, ignoring my question.

"T-too? What do y-you mean b-by that?" all the words constantly got stuck in my throat.

"I know you have been watching me and I know why," he placed his hands on the wall behind me beside my head, cutting off any possible escaping route. I turned my head to the side, feeling his breath against my cheek.

"I-I d-don't k-know w-what y-you a-are t-talking a-about," I had a bad habit; stuttering whenever I got nervous. But I had never taken it to a level as high as this. Every word was spoken with a stutter.

"You don't have to play dumb. I'll lead," he whispered into my ear and suddenly I felt a cold hand sliding under my shirt, slightly touching my bare stomach. The cold fingertips tickled my skin and I shivered, getting goosebumps. The sweat on my forehead began to trickle down my face, what was he doing? "You want this, why don't you just admit it? You find me attractive. Say it out loud," I had no idea what he was talking about and I wanted to get away. Run, Iruka, run – that was what my head told me to do, but I could not get away from his dominant position.

I moaned unwillingly when he grabbed my neck between his teeth. This was not right, it was not right!

"Surrender already," he said in a seductive way, placing one hand behind my neck and forcing my face closer to his. I stared into his demanding eyes, sinking the lump in my throat.

"Please don't," I squeaked and flinched.

"Shut up," it did not sound like he was going to back off, but leaned forward instead. He was just about to capture my lips with his when I closed my eyes. A few seconds went by without anything happening. I opened one eye just enough for me to peek out. He was gone? And something was different. I opened my eyes completely and sat up in my bed. When and how did I get here?

I looked around the room, nothing seemed unusual. Slowly, I laid back down, turning so that I lay on my right side. My eyes immediately locking to something that lay on the floor, all curled up. A tissue. I sighed loudly and tipped to the side so I could lie on my back again and stare up at the ceiling. It was just another daydream. I had been so lost in it that I did not even notice I had closed up the shop and gone home. Pathetic.

But what the hell was that dream all about? Why did I imagine Kakashi doing something like that to me? I saw him as something as close to perfect as possible so why was I trying to ruin my perfect picture of him? What was even more disturbing to me, was the thing on the floor. I did not remember not cleaning up after myself the last time I did it, so what was it doing there? When? Why? I shook my head in disgust. Something had to be seriously wrong with me. I was used to drifting away into my own thoughts and not remembering what I had been doing in the mean while. But this? What was this?

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