A shinobi is a high school student like another - 14
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I made the way back walking quietly, trying to get the last hours out of my mind - and trying to smooth down the adrenaline crash. By the time I walked along my street, it was nearly one in the morning. Even if the streets were strictly deserted at a time like that in this season, I had put aside the idea to got back by shinobi-means, as in 'jumping everywhere', choosing instead means used by everyone. And this even if the outdoor temperature, which was echoing the one I was feeling inside, was very, very cold, if not on the glaciation way.
The air was smelling like snow.
As I had expected it, I've been sick. The heaves appeared two streets before reaching the address Iruka had wrote on my hand a week before. The contents of my stomach ended on the sidewalk, between a lamppost and a tagged transformer.
Note to self : think about eating more - puking on an empty stomach is extremely unpleasant. I leaned against the transformer to catch back my breath when the dry heaves of my stomach finally left me in peace. I hate firearms.
Note to self : think about eating more - puking on an empty stomach is extremely unpleasant. I leaned against the transformer to catch back my breath when the dry heaves of my stomach finally left me in peace. I hate firearms.
I continued my way quickly. I was going to be late anyway, but it was bothering me - as if I was deceiving Iruka by arriving too late. I had just to point the exact reason as to why the idea of deceiving Iruka was upsetting me so much.
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The address was corresponding to a two-stories high house, looking rather fitting to the neighborhood, with a piece of grass in front of it and the garage on the side, the mailbox and the huge trash can sitting between the street and the lawn. Every other house of the street were looking a bit like this one, carefully nested between the trees which were acting like a border between the street and the lawns.
The lampposts here were looking brand new, but at this hour of the night, this street was looking as dead as mine. But this was forgetting one house, with the sidewalk around covered by cheap looking cars, and with all its windows lighted, making as much light as the nearest lamppost. It was the address' house.
I crossed the lawn to get to the porch, expecting the music to be used as a deterrent weapon, much like two weeks before at Anko's. Surprisingly, I could be standing in front of the door without fear for my eardrums, and I had to be very attentive to guess there was music playing inside.
I breathed deep, hoping that I had managed to look human enough somewhere between this street and the one before. I was cold. I could taste bile in the back of my throat.
I knocked on the door. A blond chick looking pretty well gone through her alcohol ratio for the night opened and made me enter.
"Hi Cutie," she said, peeking me loudly on both cheeks to say hello. "I'm Doris, and what's your name mysterious?"
She didn't let me the time to answer, opening her mouth right away after having ogled the bruise turned a faded yellow-green on my face.
"Seeing this bruise, I would say you're the Kakashi everyone talked about, wow, I think you had a death wish at the time, but I gotta admit it was a neat move to do..."
And she continued talking. I blinked. And I blinked once more. What was she smoking ? ( And where could I find some?)
The music I could hear playing was some good rock, not too loud since I could hear people talking ; I could hear some burst of voices and laughter upstairs. Doris was still talking. A guy with jet black hair and dark circles under his eyes came and saved me from the talking menace.
"Doris, they're waiting for you in the living..."
Seeing the dude's face, I could deduce he was Hayate - however, he was looking thinner and more... ar, sick, than on the picture Iruka had shown me. We shacked hands.
"Sorry about Doris, Kakashi, she tend to get chatty once drunk... The name's Hayate. You can leave your stuff into the kitchen, 't's the second door in the corridor."
I nodded. Apparently, my multicolored face was avoiding me to go into introductions - and this was kinda good. He left from where he had came in the first place, and I left toward the kitchen. With some luck, I would be able to find something to get rid of this taste of bile in my mouth. And something to warm me up too, even if this wasn't my favorite way to do it. I was cold. I hadn't seen Iruka, nor heard his voice in the ones I had heard while entering.
I had expected the kitchen to be packed - or at least, for some people to be inside. No, when I switched the light on, the kitchen was empty, some jackets were piled on a chair, opened packs of beer properly put on the table, stray empty bottles neatly lined next to the opened garbage full of chips and others cookies' papers.
I added my jacket to the stack on the chair, and I fished a beer from a pack - there was nothing stronger in sight. I was cold, and I noted when opening the bottle, that my hands were shaking. This was not a good sign. No, not here, not now ! It’s not the place to break! I swallowed a good part of the content of the bottle in one gulp, half-choking on it. Come on alcohol, get down and do your little fire in the bottom of my guts, and warm me up a little... I don't really like this way, but it was the only one I had access to for now. I would always manage to be at Rin's before reaching the 'shake like a leaf in the autumn's wind' stage.
The noise and animation were principally coming from the first rooms I had passed when coming in, and the kitchen was on the behind of the house. Once the light was switched off in the kitchen, the corridor leading from one part of the house to the other was kinda dark and seemingly not very used - otherwise they would have let the light on. It seemed like a good place to wait for my little breaking to fade away.
There was a piece of wall between the kitchen door and an other which seemed to open on the backyard; it's where I seated myself, knees drawn up against my chest, arms around my legs and head on my knees. Another gulp emptied my bottle. I had nothing else to do but to wait some more, for the shaking to subside and for the cold to disappear - or at least, for it to go back where it was from and to stop dispersing.
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That's how Iruka found me maybe quarter an hour later - my head leaning against the wall, my legs folded in front of me, my hands playing absently with the empty bottle. The shaking had quickly stopped, but the cold had decided to settle in.
"Hey," he said once at my level, "you're okay? Doesn't look like you're, like, a party-animal..."
I raised a corner of mouth in a parody of a smile, my eye half-open.
" 'm not very sociable... I'm cold."
The second part of my answer had went out on its own, I really wonder why. Iruka crouched in front of me, frowning behind the escaped hair dancing in his face and he put a hand on my forehead; it was warm, oh so warm. I closed my eye. I was beginning to get tired too - the adrenalin from the first part of my evening was long gone from my system.
"You're freezing... you came by foot? You should have called us, we could have gave you a ride..."
"I don't have your number."
He retired his hand - no, not yet, it was warm, and nice, and I want more warmth… - and made a funny little sound between a chuckle and a sigh.
"Ah, er yep, it doesn't help for sure..."
He was there, just in front of me, almost leaning on my knees, and I could feel his body warmth from where I was... My back left from its leaning against the wall, and I rested my head against his chest, putting my legs on the sides for him to be in the middle. My head was going just fine against his tee-shirt, as if it had always been its place. Iruka straightened and tensed when the contact happened, but he didn't pull over.
"Kakashi? What are..."
"I'm cold," I whispered against the material, "just some warmth please, just some..."
We stayed a bit like that, in this precariously balanced pose, just my head against his chest, his arms on his sides, mines between our bodies.
He finally relaxed, putting his arms around my shoulders, bringing warmth where the cold had first come in. I grasped the sides of his t-shirt in my clenched hands.
I sensed a tiny move, and his head was on mine. He was warm, and soft, and I could hear his heart beating steadily next to my face and it was reassuring and the cold was fading away, swept away by his warmth...
This was so right. It seemed so normal, so natural, and good. I closed my eyes, diving in this semblance of security here created, breathing in his smell and his warmth.
His hands took the place of the gun; the warmth replaced the cold.
"Ka..."
He moved his head in the same time I moved mine. In the barely lighted corridor, i was guessing more than i was seeing his eyes, his face, even at a few centimeters from mine - only a few centimeters...
I barely moved my face on, and our lips were only separated by a breath.
And then they weren't separated anymore.
Who was the first to move, who had initiated the kiss didn't mattered. There wasn't anymore cold, anymore thoughts, just Iruka and me in a corridor, and this warmth I always wanted more of. My hands left his tee-shirt to slide under it, while Iruka was sliding a hand on my uncovered jaw. It wasn't hesitant, nor light like feathers or any other bullshit written to describe a kiss. He got closer, snuggled against me, and our teeth clicked, none of the two willing to submit. He tasted like beer, and hidden behind was his own taste.
Ours lips parted like with regrets - he even managed to make me moan a little. It was this warmth I wanted ; no, who was I fooling, it was him all I wanted. He rested his forehead against mine, eyes closed. It seemed my heart only began beating again.
"I think..." he began, then he stopped, licking his lips and catching back his breath. "I think it's a bit to much busy here... I'd rather avoiding Emily stumbling onto us..."
"We could... 'carry on'... at my place, there's no-one there..." I answered to his indirect question, on the same breathy tone of voice.
He nodded against my head.
"Sounds... like good..."
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Just the time to take back our jackets and all and we were both out, our breaths creating clouds in the cold air. An exchanged glance was all we needed for us to begin a mad chase in the deserted streets, to escape the cold of the night, to feel our hearts racing in our chest again. We crossed the distance between the two streets running, trying to catch each other, the temperature forgotten, laughing to each missed catch. We didn't saw the streets passing.
We were suddenly at my place, inside, the front door closed behind my back, Iruka attacking my mouth as we were still wearing anoraks. No need for lights. We shrugged off of the anoraks in front of the door, mouth against mouth, smile against smile.
I still don't know how we made to climb the stairs, but it seems we managed it since we landed quickly enough in my room - my room with its unmade bed, its rare shelves crumbling under tights rows of books, its desert-like desk, my unoccupied-like room. The only light we had was the one filtering through my window I had forgot to close the shutters to, which was upon the garden, not the lighted street. That wasn't a lot of light. Not that we needed a lot of light in the first place. It was just enough for me to guess the forms of his body, and to see his shining eyes - all we needed was touch.
Our pullovers, sweatshirts and other tee-shirts were quickly forgotten on the floor, to let way to a much more pleasant way of warming up. I didn't forgot a centimeter square of Iruka's uncovered skin, tasting the firm muscles playing under the warm and soft skin, fighting in the same time with his belt and jeans; Iruka was doing the same on his side, licking and biting every part of my body he could reach.
It was clear it wasn't the first time, for one as for the other. What was the point after all?
I wanted him, I wanted him all, I wanted him to make disappear all the cold still hiding inside. His moves, his kisses and all the moans echoing mines and other noises coming out of this delicious mouth were plainly showing he wasn't against.
I slide my hands over all his body, as if for knowing every curve, every shape. He lost his hands in my hair and I didn't kept him from doing so, letting him put my face in the open; he slide his so warm hands on all my body and I didn't kept him from doing so, letting him pass over every scar, over every mark I was bearing - the kami only know how many I got.
Our bodies weren't perfectly fitting into each other, we didn't find another reality were there was only us, it wasn't romantic nor perfect. Hey, stop reading Barbara Cartland's books or any other kind of bullshitting over sex.
It was as desperate, on both sides, and starving, and human, and hesitant, awkward, et désespéré, affamé, hésitant et humain.
And it was so, so real.
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We collapsed on top of each other, warped around each other, the blankets thrown luckily over us after having been chucked out earlier from over the bed, the pillows gone somewhere here. I was feeling like my heart was going to jump out of my chest, and Iruka's heart was racing like mad against mine, his sweat-soaked locks clinging to his face and sprawled on my neck.
We were definitively fine. We were spent. I wasn't cold anymore. I think I had never felt as good as I was feeling right now.
Our breathings slowly steadied themselves, and very quickly, I had a sleeping Iruka in my arms. I wouldn't have exchanged my place for anything in the world.
Before my eyes closed, I saw white stains hitting my window to disappear there.
It was snowing.
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There is no lemon between 'real' and 'collapsed' (yet), so you're not missing anything, but you can imagine. *smile innocently*
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