Kakashi wasn't sure how long he sat there in the floor crying before he managed to pull himself together and got up off of the floor and went to take a shower so that he could calm himself completely and get ready for his first date with Uzu. Oddly enough the sense of excitement he had felt before was still there as he showered and shaved and put on some ca lone, and walked out of his bathroom with his towel wrapped around his hips as he ran his fingers through his shaggy silver hair and made his way over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of royal blue cotton boxers and some black socks and tossed them onto his bed.
Then grabbed his hair brush and started to brush his hair as he walked over to his closet and pulled open the door and looked inside. He spotted two outfits that could be considered 'date' material. One was a traditional sort of outfit for a casual outing. It was a black button up long sleeved shirt, with a tie (well several ties actually. He had at least seven that he had never worn before) and some black suit pants.
He pulled it out and then quickly went through his silk ties before settling on one the same color as his boxers. Once that was done he moved back to the closet and pulled out the second outfit that was consisted of a skin tight sleeveless black shirt over a long sleeved red mesh shirt with a pair of black leather pants that he had bought on a whim because the material had felt so soft against his skin that it had reminded him of butter.
He would have to wear his black leather jacket with it along with a pair of black and silver buckle, goth style boots that he had bought at the local Hot Topic. He could also wear a black leather bracelet or two.
He made a humming sound as he set the outfit on his bed and tried to sort things out in his mind. Traditional suit would be the best way to go since it said, I'm a nice guy and won't do anything you don't want me too. While the second outfit practically screamed; I may or may not be a nice guy. And will do totally inappropriate things to you as soon as your back is turned.
He sort of wanted to make a good impression on Uzu since it was their first date, yet at the same time dressing up nicely only suited him when he was a attending a funeral. It just didn't go with his personality.
In the end-after about an hour of silently debating with himself, he finally chose the second outfit and decided to reserve the first one for a later, much more important date and got dressed and grabbed his leather jacket and bracelets and found his favorite necklace (a delicate looking sterling silver cross on a thin chain, and was mildly surprised that he managed to find the little cross earrings to match it and decided to re pierce his ears so that he would match completely) and pulled on his jacket and grabbed his boots and glanced at the clock.
It was close to eight now, meaning that he had spent at least two hours crying over his hellish childhood, and another hour and forty five minutes just to shower and get dressed. Meaning that Uzu would be waking up in another fifty seven minutes at her usual time.
He grabbed his wallet and walked over to his closet again and reached up for the metal box sitting on the small shelf above his clothes and pulled the box down and quickly opened it and checked the money that he had hidden inside of the box. He still had at least ten thousand dollars in his little box, all of it earned on paper routs and odd jobs and the three part full time jobs that he had worked for several months two years ago.
He hadn't touched any of it in a while, which was probably why there was so much of it. But he didn't mind getting some of it for this endeavor since it was important to him.
He pulled out two thousand (he knew that he wouldn't spend that much on this date, a majority of it would actually go into his Halloween stuff and his back to school supplies) which left about six hundred dollars for his personal disposal. Enough to buy flowers, go to the movies, buy dinner and maybe do some light shopping.
He looked at the clock again and wondered if he should go wake Uzu up now or if he should go get some roses or something first and shook his head no. If he wanted to give her something nice like flowers then he would let her pick them out for herself so that she wouldn't be disappointed and he could learn what she liked.
He walked over to his bedroom door and silently opened it and slipped out and walked down the hall to Uzu's room and quietly slipped inside to wake her up and stopped when he noticed that she wasn't in bed like he had thought she was.
He had forgotten to put some clean sheets on her bed after his little 'tussle' with that bitch Sakura. Odd that he didn't recall forgetting anything so putting clean sheets on her bed must have been pushed from his mind by his excitement among other things.
Still that didn't explain why Uzu wasn't in bed.
He looked around the room for a second before making his way over to the window and checking it to make sure that no one had tampered with it and kidnapped her. He doubted that that was what had happened, but stranger shit did happen and he didn't want to have to wake up his brothers to explain why their dad was going to skin them all alive.
After making sure that the window hadn't been touched he looked around the room again and then made his way over to the bed and dropped down to his knees and on impulse peeked under it to see if she was hiding. The fact that she might be hiding from him for any reason was galling to say the least but he knew that he could get a little freaky sometimes so it wasn't all together impossible that she could have gotten spooked and hidden somewhere.
Though he didn't really know why she would choose now of all times to make herself scarce.
She wasn't under the bed. He straitened his spine and glanced towards the bathroom. The door was wide open so she couldn't be in there. There would be no point in her hiding in there since he could see pretty much everything even in the early morning light that was filtering through her window. So that only left-
He got up and walked over to her closet and glanced down and shook his head in disbelief. How the hell had he managed to miss the copper and red colored coverlet sticking out from under the closet door?He wondered curiously as he opened the closet and peeked inside. Sure enough, there she was. Laying in a small space that she had cleared out by pushing her stuff to the far corner, laying on the floor on her side facing away from him, wrapped in the coverlet sound asleep.
He stared at her for a second and scratched his cheek. Uh-huh...
Well this was weird. So weird that he didn't know what to do about it. He made a soft huffing sound and dropped down to the floor and crossed his legs, indian style and just stared at her while he tried to figure out what to do about her sleeping in the floor of her closet.