The sun streamed in through the window directly onto Kakashi's face as the noise from the traffic below filled the room - he'd been awake for 20 minutes now and there was no way he was getting back to sleep. His head was pounding and mouth was dry and then there was his other issue. He'd actually had sex with Hinata. Drunken, amazing, animalistic sex with the person he was meant to encouraging to come back to the village. In his one day there he'd probably succeeded in convincing her to stay here instead of return, it was a huge mistake. But despite that, as he looked at her sprawled across half the bed having stolen all the cover during the night he was filled with - something - and this was only making it harder for him to do what he was sent to do. It would be so easy just to secure her and take her back to the village now but there were a number of reasons this wouldn't work. She'd only leave again, probably as soon as she got back, if she didn't choose to return; he had sex with her and he had a raging hangover. What was he meant to do? He ran his fingers through his now matted hair and slowly sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Once the room stopped spinning he stood and moved to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Somehow he'd found his underwear after the episode in the shower and now was very grateful that he had. The massive windows that overlooked the city below were beautiful but although no-one could see in you still felt exposed. Once his head had stopped pounding quite so much he went to go and try get a bit more sleep when he heard a crunch underfoot, looking down he saw the picture that had come off the wall the night before. It was a small photo in a simple brown wooden frame of Hinata and Naruto, it looked like it had been taken years ago as he was grinning away oblivious to her standing in the background as red as can be. How can she claim to have moved away from all this but still keep such an old picture like this in plain sight? Kakashi sighed as he thought back to that time and when it all began to go so wrong.
It seemed like Hinata had been infatuated with Naruto all her life and what started as a schoolgirl crush eventually blossomed into love . It was a running joke in the village, everyone knew how she felt apart from the object of her affection who would just carry on as normal every time she passed out at his feet. But as the years passed and Hinata blossomed into the woman she became, Naruto stopped being so oblivious to it all, especially when others started sniffing around. Kiba always tried to play it cool but it was obvious that he'd started seeing her as more than a team-mate - so when Naruto heard he was going to ask her on a date he had stop him, with both of them racing to get to her first, although it was obvious who she would choose. They were soon inseparable and started dating officially, and this was where the problems began.
"Kakashi?" Hinata was sitting in bed, squinting her eyes against the morning light as she rubbed her aching head. "I'm so sorry but can you please get me a glass of water or something I think my head's going to explode!" He nodded and brought over a glass of water and sat in the end of the bed. "Where did you find that?" She asked, nodding at the picture still in his hand. "Oh - it fell of the wall last night when we got in... I cleaned up most of the glass but it's going to need a new frame" he handed it over to her and watched how her face changed as she gazed at it. "I just need to ask, if you're so desperate to escape your past why do you have pictures of him around?" She looked up at him obviously taken back by his question, but took a deep breath and shrugged her shoulders. "This photo was taken years before we got together. And this is the only one of the two of us I've kept you know why? It's a reminder of the good times, of the times before everything got so fucked up I had to leave, and a reminder of why I can go back. When that was taken I still had all my dreams about getting married, getting a house together, having a little family... That was all they were - dreams - but because of that no-one could take them away. Then when I thought they came true.. So that is why I keep it. To remind me that dreams don't come true so live for today and move on from yesterday. That explain it for you?" She tilted her head to one side as she asked and stared at him blankly, making him feel bad for asking.
"So. Do you have anything for breakfast here, or shall I'm leave you to your morning?" He asked with a slight cocky smile on the corner of his lips, forcing her to shake her head so her hair fell and framed her face once again and her lips to crack a smile themselves. "I'll go and make something, I suppose it's the least I can do to repay you for last night." He felt his cock stir at the thought of the night before and the look of complete abandonment on her face as he fucked her in the shower, but since the Naruto conversation it just felt wrong. He looked at her as she moved with ease around the kitchen, she moved so delicately it was as if her feet didn't even touch the floor. Her skin was pale and pretty much flawless , still glowing with youth and in stark contrast to his darker, battle worn garb. If he had met her in any other circumstance he'd more than likely have fallen at her feet professing his love - looking at her now you'd have to be blind not to - but this was the hand he'd been given and she was his mission.
Once breakfast had finished and the hangover subsided Kakashi agreed to give her the afternoon alone to think. "Ok, so you know where you're going. Don't get lost or end up in the rough side of town? You know where I'll be if you get bored, I should finish at a decent time tonight... But obviously you're giving me the day to decide so it's fine" she trailed off the end of the sentence and looked to the floor. Kakashi gently took hold of her chin and lifted her face to meet his, then stroked her cheek just the once before moving away. "Only you can decide what you want and I can't force you, you need to be sure" Hinata reached up and placed a soft peck on his cheek as a gesture of thanks but found it hard to move away, instead lingering millimetres from his face. Her skin tingled as she moved to face him, not stepping away at all, she could feel his breath on her skin and all she wanted was to be one with him again and it was obvious he felt the same way. Her lips brushed against his and almost felt a bolt of electricity between them as her breathing started to speed up. He moved forward and placed his lips on hers with the same desperation from the night before only more tender now. He ran his hands up her back and pulled her closer holding her so tight she almost couldn't breathe. The buzzer interrupted the moment as they stood back from one another and made a hasty farewell before he closed the door behind him and she sank to the floor. "Oh shit, what am I doing?" She thought as she held her head in her hands. A few moments later the doorbell went again, she stood and straightened her clothes, what if he'd come back? Could she really say no if it came to it again? She pulled open the door to find him standing on her doorstep but not with the expression she expected.
"Guess who I bumped into on the stairs?" He asked before the figure stepped from the shadows behind.