Chapter 71!
Title: 'Idiots and Ideas: Part 2'
Note: Here you go!
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I know a lot of you are really really really impatient for Kakashi to get his memories back. But, please, bear with me, it's not too far off!
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Disclaimer: I own nothing!
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Walking back through the front door I felt like a weary traveler who had seen the dark side of the moon and back.
Today had been so strange, full of so many different feelings, worries,… and hopes.
I made sure to sneak through the entryway and up the stairs as quietly as humanly possible for a few reasons. First, because I was tired and I wanted to avoid the onslaught of parent-questions about what I did today and when my next mission was going to be. Second, I couldn't just go up and talk to my parents about my day while wearing a man's shirt I hadn't left in. And if they recognized it as Kakashi-sensei's shirt… well… they would probably finally suspected me of the secret that wasn't true anymore.
And that would be way too much to deal with right now.
So I snuck into my room, only speaking up to say good night to my parents just before I closed the door. My mom was the only one who responded, she seemed a little annoyed.
She didn't like it when I avoided her like that.
But I couldn't really care about anything outside of my head right now.
I kicked off my sandals quickly and walked straight over to my bed, crawling onto it without hesitation. I tugged off my leggings which were still a little cold and damp.
The idea of changing into pajamas only occurred to me for a few seconds before I decided against it.
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It was probably weird to sleep in your teacher's shirt… but… well… my life was weird.
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I pulled the sheet over my freezing legs and then up over my head.
I was cocooned in the warm sheet, the blue moonlight shining through it, surrounded by the rain-washed forest scent that reminded me of Kakashi.
Again, I felt like a stalker or something but… when was I ever going to fall asleep to this scent again?
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At least I can pretend for tonight that everything is the way it should be.
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I closed my eyes and hoped my dreams would be full of him.
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He had only returned to Konoha an hour ago but he was still disappointed that he wasn't at home with a warm drink and a warm bed yet.
Yamatou-san had one last errand to run as a favor for Shizune-san.
Sometimes he wished he wasn't so nice all the time.
He knocked on the apartment door tiredly. It was answered by the inhabitant less than a minute later.
"Good evening, Kakashi." He greeted the silver-haired man, who was still dressed casually in his sleeveless undershirt, with an exhausted tone.
Kakashi hadn't expected the substitute captain of his team to come knocking on his door at this hour… then again, just a few seconds before, he had been hoping that a certain pink-haired girl had had some reason to turn around and come see him again. But he ignored that and greeted the man formally.
"Good evening." He said as he noticed just how exhausted his visitor looked.
"I'm here to let you know that you're up for another mission with the team for the day after tomorrow."
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"What?" Kakashi had to ask. He was under the impression that he and his team wouldn't be assigned to any missions until he had been fully rehabilitated .
Kakashi didn't feel like he was entitled to special treatment, or to a break, but he had been hoping for that extra time with his personal medic-nin.
"Tsunade apparently believes that the condition of the mission you're needed for, the one I just came from in fact, is too urgent to delay for very much longer." Yamtou explained, "She thinks that if you got back out there on a small mission it might re-jog your memory faster."
That sounds like Tsunade… she was always an impatient person.
Kakashi let out a breath and shifted on the spot, a little put off by this.
"I see." He said calmly, "Thank you, Yamatou." He thanked the man for the notification and reached for the door.
But he was interrupted.
"Oh, yeah…" Yamatou spoke up just before he was about to step away from the door, "You've been seeing Sakura-chan a lot lately with the arrangements, right?" Yamatou asked out of nowhere.
Kakashi didn't know that his 'arrangements' with Sakura as his medic-nin were widely known, but he was more curious about what Yamatou could be leading to.
"Yeah, she was here just a while ago." Kakashi replied.
Yamatou huffed a little tiredly. "Good, Shizune-san wanted you to keep an eye on her." He was about to walk away with that.
"Why?" Kakashi asked after him.
Yamatou stopped reluctantly. He turned around, rubbing the back of his neck.
He took a moment before speaking up again, his expression twisted a little like he didn't want to repeat this."Uh… Apparently, there's been some unpleasant talk today."
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"What's happened?" Kakashi asked seriously, confused by what that meant or what 'unpleasant talk' had anything to do with Sakura, but worried anyways.
Yamatou sighed again, this time he hit his aching shoulder gently before he spoke up.
"Well, people are starting to spread word about…" He grimaced a little, hating to talk about gossip so seriously like this, "Sakura and Umino-san…"
… Kakashi took a moment to think through that.
"Iruka?" He asked up unnecessarily.
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He didn't like the way this sounded.
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Dreams were always a welcomes respite from reality.
This time everything was dark, but I could recognize his hug around me. His warm and heavy arms were holding me again. I could feel him pull me against him closer.
I wanted to hug back but my arms couldn't close around anything solid.
I could feel a pair of lips running along my neck the way he always loved to do.
They pressed and grazed along my skin hypnotically.
They travelled up my jaw, across my cheek.
I wanted to kiss him back, I wanted to feel him under my lips again.
The lips lingered on my cheek a moment longer, making me wait for more.
They grazed further back, towards my ear.
I could feel fingers braid into my hair, his breath down the side of my neck.
But…
When he spoke I swear I could feel his chin scratch against my skin. It was a familiar sensation that sickened me before I made any sense of it.
I suddenly realized the hand in my hair was pulling it brutally, the lips that were speaking into my ear were saying words I couldn't remember the moment after hearing them but were as terrifying as if I had understood them.
I felt teeth close around the skin of my earlobe, he bit down hard.
I wanted to fight back, but there was no body to push away, there wasn't anything to punch or push.
The teeth found my neck just like last time, he bit down hard.
I could swear I was bleeding. His tongue swiveled over the fresh bite marks in the exact same patterns I remember feeling before.
I wanted to fall away, I wanted to hurt him, I wanted to kill him, I wanted to crumble into pieces if it meant I didn't have to relive this again.
I didn't want to feel my insides squirming and liquefying with every kiss, every bite, every pull like they were was right now. Like I had before.
I felt like I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, I couldn't think, I couldn't fight, I couldn't scream, I couldn't stop anything.
I was weak.
I was weak.
He was so strong.
I couldn't do anything.
Nobody could hear me.
Nobody was coming to save me.
I couldn't do anything.
I had forgotten this was only a nightmare.
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The scarred man stood outside the little building complex, rubbing his knuckles nervously. Even the faint touch of his own fingertips shot little sparks of pain up his arm, but it was good distraction right now.
He was trying to build up the guts to walk up to the door, knock on it, and asks the parents of the young girl he's rumored to be romantically involved with, to see the said girl in private.
He could just come back in the morning, but… if she had heard about the rumors, he couldn't just let her deal with that on her own the whole night.
He needed to explain things as quickly as possible.
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This was for her.
He just had to make sure she was okay.
He needed to know that he hadn't made her life any harder right now.
He focused on step after step when he decided to walk up to that door.
And as he knocked on it he thought through how many knocks would be polite and how many would be rude.
He decided that three was good enough. He didn't want to cause too much of a disturbance.
He held his breath until someone answered.
"Oh, hello." Sakura's mom had always been polite to him, and now more than ever he was grateful for it.
If she had been at all colder, he would've feared that she had heard the rumors as well. He don't know what he would've done if her parents thought the worst of him, too.
He felt a little better about this.
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"Iruka?" Kakashi had asked unnecessarily.
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The man nodded solemnly but swiftly, "They've been 'seen together'…." He quoted.
Something cold tugged at Kakashi's insides.
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Iruka?
With Sakura?
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It didn't make sense.
He had to be hearing this wrong.
He just…
He couldn't imagine….
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"There's talk about some kind of relationship between the two…" Yamatou explained awkwardly after Kakashi's silence lasted too long.
"What have you heard?" Kakashi asked a little too quickly.
"Nothing." Yamatou replied just as quickly, feeling a little intimidated. It was always strange to talk to the Hatake Kakashi he heard so many stories about in ANBU so casually and when Kakashi started acting at all a little forwardly, Yamatou fell back into the mindset of a subordinate, "I just got back, but Shizune seemed particularly worried about Sakura, so…. Please look after her." His miliaty-tone started strong but died out as the sentence ended.
He was too tired to deal with all this.
Kakashi stood there for a long moment before he spoke up again.
"Alright…. Thanks." He repeated.
He walked back into his own entryway after closing the door as the tired man started down the stairs.
His pleasant mood from before was gone.
He leaned against the wall.
He couldn't really think for a moment.
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He walked down the street, still feeling a little lost.
Haruno-san had politely told him that Sakura had already gone to bed, and that she'd tell her daughter that he had come to see her in the morning.
"Did she seem upset when she came home?" He had asked suddenly.
She gave him a strange look and answered, "I'm not sure. She just went straight to her room."
He wasn't sure if that was good or not.
It didn't seem like it was.
He still felt like he should talk to Sakura about this before it gets worse.
After only one day the rumors had been spread halfway across Konoha, who knows how far it can get, how serious it can get, after the whole night.
He needed to warn her now before she got hurt by somebody else.
But... in order to talk to her now... he had only one option…
He really didn't like the idea, but…
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Just in case.
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He just needed to make sure she was okay.
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Trapped in the darkness, I could only feel his hands, his teeth, his breath, his tongue, his voice.
It was disgusting.
I needed to get out here, but I couldn't.
I was still too weak.
I've always been so weak.
I've always needed Kakashi-sensei.
I need him now more than ever.
But he doesn't need me anymore.
He doesn't love me anymore.
I'm all alone with this.
I need him so much.
I need him.
I need him.
"Sakura." A new voice called my name.
"Sakura?" I tried to say something back, I couldn't.
I tried to fight harder, I needed to break free from this, I needed to find that voice. But the more I fought the harder it was to breath, the harder it was to think.
"Sakura, wake up."
I finally broke away from that suffocating darkness.
My eyes opened hurriedly.
I hadn't expected to see someone leaning over me. I didn't even know who he was till I was already scooting away from him as fast as I could, my back hit the wall next to my bed with a deep thud.
I was breathing so fast, like I had just come up from underwater for air.
My hands were instinctually in the signing position, ready for a fight.
I stared at the man in my room for a moment longer, trying to make my eyes adjust to the dim light as fast as possible so I could recognize him.
But it was only a moment before I heard his voice and knew exactly who it was.
"I'm sorry I scared you." He sounded scared, himself, "I didn't mean to, but you… you seemed so… whatever you were dreaming about you…"
He trailed off as I finally came to grips with reality and found my voice after my breathing calmed down.
"Iruka-sensei?"
He seemed to suddenly get a little bit more nervous.
"Yes, I… I just came by to check on you… I'll talk to you tomorrow." He turned away from me and back to the balcony door.
"Wait." I climbed out the bed clumsily.
He stopped just before he reached out to the door, he turned back to me.
I had no idea what I wanted to say.
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Something, anything.
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I just didn't want him to leave.
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He knew he shouldn't have done this.
It was one of the most inappropriate things he's ever done.
Sneaking into this girl's room like this.
Even the thought of it was enough to make him cringe.
When he got here and saw she was asleep he had actually planned to leave right away, but… whatever she was dreaming about, she seemed so… scared.
Tears were falling from her eyes.
He couldn't leave her like that.
But even when she woke up she seemed so scared. Terrified.
And now, he was even more nervous when he heard her tired, but desperate, voice call out.
"Wait."
He knew he should just leave.
He should just talk to her in the morning…
But…
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"I just…" I spoke up again, unable to look at him as I did. "I'm sorry… that I freaked out." I apologized gracelessly, looking down at the ground.
"No." He sounded so serious. "I shouldn't have-"
"I was having a nightmare." I interrupted him before he finished that sentence. I didn't want him to say he shouldn't be here.
A moment of quiet passed between us after that strangely quick exchange.
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"What happened?" He broke the silence with a different tone.
I looked up at him finally, confused by that question.
When I saw his eyes, I understood what he was asking. He was looking at the shirt I was wearing, but when his eyes found the hem of the shirt, which was just as short as the first 'dress' Kakashi had bought for me, he looked away quickly, almost blushing.
I quickly sat back down on the bed, pulling the covers over my legs.
Another moment of quiet passed, I could feel my breathing pick up a little with my embarrassment. I just looked at him, unable to really say anything.
He spoke up after only another moment.
His voice sounded really quiet.
"Are you two…?"
He trailed off…
My heart quickened when I realized what he must've thought when he saw me, wearing only Kakashi-sensei's shirt like this.
"No… he, uh…. He lent it to me…"I would've wanted to answer differently, but I would've been lying, "He still doesn't… remember… He doesn't feel anything for me." I could feel myself shrink a little when I said that last part.
I tucked my chin against my neck, looking down at my hands as they played with the sleeves of the shirt.
I felt like such a little kid.
Not because the shirt was too big for me... but just... I felt like I had no control over anything, and the fact I felt that way was enough to make me act like this.
And that was childish.
"Sakura…"
The way he said my name…it was different…
I looked up at him just before he was suddenly eye-level, kneeling down to me.
"Kakashi has to feel something for you." I looked away from him, trying to hide the twisted expression on my face. A part of me wanted to believe him, but… I couldn't let myself.
"If he's isn't blind…" I felt his fingertips on my chin. "…then, at the very least, he has to be as proud of you as I am." He lifted my face to look at him again.
I could see his eyes clearly now.
They were the way I always loved them, honest and kind.
I lifted my hands to his, taking it in mine for no other reason than to at least show him I liked his words, but I had nothing to say back. I really didn't know what he could be so proud of, but I didn't want to know…
Even if I had wanted to ask him about that, I would've been distracted anyways when I looked at the hand in mine.
There was a harsh looking bruise developing all along his knuckles, and there was a dark stain on the cuff of his sleeve I recognized as blood.
"What happened?" I asked this time, almost alarmed.
He didn't take his hand from mine, he just sighed lightly before speaking up, "I found out this afternoon that a friend of mine was actually… not somebody I should be friends with."
It almost sounded like he censored himself for me.
I almost smiled at that.
But this really was kind of surprising. I never thought Iruka-sensei could get violent like that.
I guess everybody has different sides they don't want other people to see.
"I was going to get it treated tomorrow." He took it away from me, flexing his fingers open and closed a few times, wincing as he did.
"Um… I think I can help." I offered out of nowhere.
"What?" He seemed a little surprised, too. "You don't have to."
"It's okay." I reassured him kindly as I took his hand back into mine, his palm facing upwards. I felt a little better after getting some sleep, and it was only a bruise, I could probably take care of it in only a few minutes.
He looked a little nervous again suddenly as I guided his hand to my left, making him stand up and take a seat on the edge of the bed.
I could feel his pulse pick up through his hand a little.
That was the Iruka-sensei I knew. He always got so nervous by the simplest things.
I took his hand and turned it around so that his palm was resting on mine.
A little green hum started to buzz between our hands.
I felt a little better now… a little bit steadier… like this small little exercise of my powers when I had exhausted them so easily just a few hours ago reassured me that I could be capable, strong.
"Sakura…"
I barely noticed him calling my name, he was so quiet.
His hand was soft. Softer than I was used to. He hadn't spent the years in combat Kakashi had. It almost felt like the powder of the chalk he uses every day had softened his hands over the years.
I remembered feeling his hands a few other times over the years. When I was little he'd pat us on the head when we made him proud, I could still remember how sometimes I would do the best I could just to see if he would pat my head again.
I smiled at the silly memory as I let my fingers run over his knuckles carefully, almost studying them.
I used to remember when his hands seemed so much bigger than mine... they still were, but not as much.
"Sakura…" He called my name again.
"Hm?" I called back to him without words, too focused on our hands.
That was when I felt his other hand brush against my face.
I didn't mind. His fingers felt softer on my cheek.
"What was your nightmare about?"
My insides stuttered with that question, the green glow wavered.
I was woken from my memories and thoughts harshly.
"I-uh…" I still couldn't used real words.
"I'm sorry if it's personal but, you were crying in your sleep…" I realized that was why his fingers were running along my cheek.
Again, without realizing it, I had cried in front of this man.
I seemed to be developing the habit of being exactly the person I did't want to be around this man.
"I was just worried…" He added after the silence went on longer.
I didn't know if I should tell him or not.
I didn't want him to pity me.
I didn't want him to worry about me any more than he already did.
If I told him about Hiroki, he'd…
I heard a click and my bedroom door started to open.
Eh?
After only a split second of delay there was a sudden poof and I heard my mom's voice from the door.
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"Sakura, your father and I going to bed now. You okay, honey?" She poked her head into the room.
"Yeah, I'm fine, mom!" I said a little loudly as I tried to fan the smoke away from my face. I made sure to hold the covers up over my chest so she couldn't see the new/old shirt I was wearing.
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"Alright, see you in the morning." She said lastly with that mom-voice, closing the door slowly.
"Yeah, 'night!" I called back awkwardly, my heart still racing.
The door closed with a little click.
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I sat there, in something like shock, for only a few seconds before another poof of smoke broke the silence.
I had no idea where he'd gone or if he turned into something but when he came back, he definitely didn't seem as coordinated as before. He fell over on his side as if he had lost all his balance.
I started laughing without meaning to.
He rolled onto his back, sighing and coughing.
"I should train more often." He told himself quietly. "I forgot how disorienting it is to use a jutsu without signing so quickly." His hands moved along the surface of the bed for a moment, like he was trying to figure out how to use his arms.
I only kept laughing, covering my mouth so I didn't get too loud.
There was just something so hilarious about what just happened. Maybe it was just the adrenaline rush from the sudden scare my mom gave us, or how stupid we both looked right now –me scrambling around in nothing but a shirt, sitting on my bed with a capsized teacher trying to figure out how to work his limbs again-, or the fact that the man who had taught me, and was now teaching other kids, how to be stealthy and how to never lose balance on the battlefield was now just lying here like an upside down turtle in front of me.
"Hey, you shouldn't laugh at your elders," He commented up at me weakly when he finally seemed to notice I was laughing at him. "… now help me sit up."
The fact he tried to lecture me and ask for help in the same sentence was enough to make me keel over as I had to start laughing harder.
Needless to say, I didn't help him up. I was too busy clutching my mouth and stomach to try and calm my laughter.
After only a moment I heard him start to laugh, too.
It had been so long since I had heard Iruka-sensei's laugh.
I couldn't really remember what it sounded like. Every time I saw him he was always so nervous or busy, or, more recently, serious or even sad.
My laughing died out after his did.
I sighed happily for a moment, looking up at my ceiling, waiting for my stomach not to feel so tired.
I forgot what I had been so worried about before this laughing fit.
I liked it better that way.
I felt him moved a little on the mattress next to me, I saw him lift himself up on his elbows carefully.
"You know, I haven't been laughed at like that since I was in school." He spoke up gently from my left, "It's actually kind of nostalgic in a way..." I could hear the smile in his voice.
I smiled, too.
"Sorry… it was just…" I started cracking up a little, "I just couldn't help it." The guffaws started up again as I rolled onto my side, my knees instinctually lifting to my stomach a little.
"I guess I should just be happy to hear your laugh again." He looked over to me gently, laying back down.
His voice was kind. Soft.
I suddenly didn't feel like laughing anymore… things seemed a little too… gentle now to laugh at anything.
I opened my eyes all the way now.
I hadn't noticed how close I was to him.
His shoulder was only a few inches away from my face.
I didn't mind.
It was kind of nice.
I didn't really know why, though.
I watched his vested chest rise and fall a few times, he was busy looking up at the ceiling, before I said something.
"Let me see your hand again." I spoke up, softly.
He shifted his head to his right to look at me. I could feel him stare at me for a moment, but he raised his right hand in the end, still resting his elbow on the bed.
The bruise looked better, but not gone.
I took his hand in mine again, and again, his pulse seemed even faster, or was it mine?
I focused the chakra in my fingertips again, this time it was even stronger.
The green hum filled in the silence comfortably for a long moment. We just lay there quietly, flat on the mattress, only his right hand and both of mine raised and touching in the space between us. We both looked at the green glow. I didn't know what he was feeling, but all I knew was I was happier with him here, with feeling him next to me, than if he wasn't.
The bruise slowly started to disappear.
I suddenly didn't feel so worried about revisitng our old conversation.
I took a breath.
"My dream…" I spoke up. "I was dreaming about Kakashi…" I half-lied. I had thought it was Kakashi... until...
I felt him shift a little, as if he hadn't been expecting this... or something else.
... He spoke up softly after a moment.
"Everything will turn out fine, Sakura, don't worry." He moved his hand for the first time, turning it around and gently running his fingers along mine. "No matter what happens, you'll be happy again someday."
He tried to reassure me... but it almost sounded... sad.
I took a moment to digest that moment before I spoke up again.
"What about you?" I asked just as I noticed the bruise on his knuckles had disappeared completely, "I never thought you would hit another person like this." I shared my thoughts just as the green glow stopped. He open and closed his hand a few times. As soon as he was done with that I followed an impulse. I took his hand in mine again... just because...
"What happened? What did he do?" I asked further.
He sighed as he let his fingers brush between mine alternatively. I moved my fingers against his, too.
He seemed... calmer now...
Me too.
Feeling him here. I really liked it.
I was almost too distracted to really hear his answer.
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"He insulted my students." He half-lied.
He knew this was the opportunity he needed to tell her about the rumors Kuroke had spread throughout the village, but…
She was happy right now… calm… content….
For the first time in days she didn't look like she was about to cry.
He couldn't take that away from her.
He should just deal with the rumors on his own.
He felt her fingers run along the palm of his hand softly before they traveled to the back of it, her fingers following the vertical ridges of his newly-repaired knuckles upward slowly as if she was absent-mindedly tracing all of the details.
It felt nice.
He needed to leave.
He couldn't stay here any longer, laying by her side like this.
This was dangerous for the both of them.
He found his words before he was even sure he wanted to say them.
"I should probably go soon." He tried to sit up a little.
"Just a few more minutes." She asked, still holding his hand.
He looked towards the door, then back down to her.
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I didn't know why I wanted him to stay a few minutes longer.
Maybe I just missed this.
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Being this close to somebody.
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I didn't really know, but it was nice.
I traced my fingers along his hand some more, he would only move his hand hesitantly from time to time, like he was afraid to move at all. But occaisionally he would let his fingers move along mine gently... I smiled. I never really knew how much I loved the feeling of his hands till now.
Then again, I hadn't really had the chance to feel his hands like this before.
I had never really been this close with him before.
It was pleasant.
I really enjoyed his company... but...
... But when I wasn't paying attention my thoughts would always go back to Kakashi.
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I wondered what he was doing right now.
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If he was asleep.
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What he was dreaming about.
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If he was looking forward to tomorrow as much as I was.
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Before I knew it my eyes were already closed, and he was already in my dreams again.
This time I knew it would only be Kakashi.
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"There's talk about some kind of relationship between the two…"
He couldn't let himself think through that sentence again.
Sakura and… Iruka…
It was so unnatural.
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He couldn't…
He couldn't think about it without feeling something inside of him growing heavier and heavier, pulling at him, slowing him down and making him feel so… meaningless.
He slid down the wall, sitting on the floor… staring into space as he tried to make sense of this…
It just seemed so impossible.
Why would they…?
How could they?
How could Iruka ever become the kind of man who could fall for a student?
… just like Kakashi had.
How could Sakura fall for an man so much older than her?
… a man just like Kakashi.
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She had been so afraid of him, of his touch. She'd been traumatized by an older man so recently… how could she…
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How could Iruka even think of pressing her into a relationship now?
He's a full grown man. He's known her since she was just a child. How can he even see her as a woman?
Shouldn't he have at least tried to hold back?
How can he even touch her?
His jaw tensed with that last thought. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to clam down.
Iruka was always a good guy.
He's one of the best teachers at the Academy. He cares for his students and wouldn't do anything to hurt them.
If Sakura really didn't care about age differences or social standing to the point she was somehow willing to start a relationship with a man, a teacher, it would make sense that she would choose Iruka.
He's only ten years older than her, not the thirteen Kakashi was, he's even younger at heart. He hasn't seen as much, hasn't gone through as much. He's still naïve and kind... just like a kid…
He wouldn't hurt her the same way a grown man would.
The way Kakashi could.
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He closed his eyes, squeezing them shut, trying to really believe that these thoughts could help him feel at all better…
… They seemed to only be doing the opposite.
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I shouldn't even be thinking about this this deeply.
They're only rumors.
He lectured himself.
He was never one to believe or even care about gossip but…
This was too much to try and ignore.
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He needed to talk to Iruka about this.
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This is getting insane!
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I really hope you guys aren't tired of all this yet.
But if you are, I'll just tell you now that I have actually mapped out an ending for Growing Pangs.
That's right.
Growing Pangs will be ending.
Not too soon, of course, but an ending has been sketched out… I just wanted to tell you guys because I don't know if it was just me, but didn't it feel like this story was just going to go on forever?
Please review with your thoughts.
:)