Wait for me
The character's belong to Kishimoto sensei. I am just using them for entertainment purposes. I put them back when I was done, honest. They aren't still chained to my bed, really they aren't.
Iruka threw up his hands in frustration. He was a teacher and a ninja for the love of his sanity, why the hell couldn’t he figure this out. He stared at the map again, trying to make out the symbols and lines. Frustrated, he threw the map away and concentrated on finding his way back to the hotel.
Kakashi had found it amusing as his boyfriend had passed the meeting place twice now without realizing it. He imagined the map could have been a little more direct but what would have been the fun of that.
Iruka glared a the skies from the awning he was currently huddled under. The clouds had opened up into a torrential downpour. He was cold, wet, and … a sneeze interrupted his grumblings. He whimpered pathetically, he hated being sick.
Kakashi stared out the hotel window worriedly. When Iruka hadn’t returned the copy nin had gone to find him, laughing at his little prank. He hadn’t been laughing though when all he had found was his map torn to pieces in the garbage and no sign of Iruka. The rain had wiped away his scent and the hotel room was empty when Kakashi had returned there. He grabbed Iruka’s forgotten umbrella before vanishing, leaving behind a worried looking Pakkun.
Iruka huddled in on himself in the small shelter he had found. He was cold, wet, and now feverishly chilled. He wasn’t sure how he had accomplished that but he couldn’t think of any other way to describe it. His skin was so hot that he thought maybe it would warm him if he could just get it to burn a little hotter. Or maybe that was his fever talking.
Kakashi paused on the rooftop, his eyes searching the blackness. He could feel the single burning life-force near but he couldn’t find it. He lightly leapt to the streets, desperately searching for a sign. A dry hacking cough seemed to answer his prayer. He found Iruka in a small service doorway.
Iruka raised bleary eyes to gaze at the ghost in front of him. He vaguely thought he should recognize him but it wasn’t coming to him at the moment. Maybe he was an enemy. Briefly Iruka considered fighting, but decided moving hurt too much and a quick death would be preferable.
Kakashi touched the chunin’s face nearly whimpering in relief and fear. He was hot to the touch. A hoarse voice rasped softly, “if you don’t mind could you kill me quickly. I’m sure you’re busy and all.”
Kakashi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. Why had the chunin stayed here of all places. He went to lift him when Iruka’s voice stopped him.
“If you don’t mind, I really need to stay here.” He pulled Kakashi’s hand away smiling slightly off center. “I’m waiting for someone. He’s late again, but I’m sure he will be here soon.
Startled, Kakashi looked up and recognized the restaurant he had used as the meeting place. Iruka fell back against the door. “He’s an idiot and a jerk, but you see I love him anyway.” He seemed to wilt then, before Kakashi’s eyes as his hold on consciousness finally slipped away.
Kakashi picked him up, cuddling him close to his heart. “Beloved, sometimes I wonder why you keep waiting for me. But please don’t stop.”
Iruka threw up his hands in frustration. He was a teacher and a ninja for the love of his sanity, why the hell couldn’t he figure this out. He stared at the map again, trying to make out the symbols and lines. Frustrated, he threw the map away and concentrated on finding his way back to the hotel.
Kakashi had found it amusing as his boyfriend had passed the meeting place twice now without realizing it. He imagined the map could have been a little more direct but what would have been the fun of that.
Iruka glared a the skies from the awning he was currently huddled under. The clouds had opened up into a torrential downpour. He was cold, wet, and … a sneeze interrupted his grumblings. He whimpered pathetically, he hated being sick.
Kakashi stared out the hotel window worriedly. When Iruka hadn’t returned the copy nin had gone to find him, laughing at his little prank. He hadn’t been laughing though when all he had found was his map torn to pieces in the garbage and no sign of Iruka. The rain had wiped away his scent and the hotel room was empty when Kakashi had returned there. He grabbed Iruka’s forgotten umbrella before vanishing, leaving behind a worried looking Pakkun.
Iruka huddled in on himself in the small shelter he had found. He was cold, wet, and now feverishly chilled. He wasn’t sure how he had accomplished that but he couldn’t think of any other way to describe it. His skin was so hot that he thought maybe it would warm him if he could just get it to burn a little hotter. Or maybe that was his fever talking.
Kakashi paused on the rooftop, his eyes searching the blackness. He could feel the single burning life-force near but he couldn’t find it. He lightly leapt to the streets, desperately searching for a sign. A dry hacking cough seemed to answer his prayer. He found Iruka in a small service doorway.
Iruka raised bleary eyes to gaze at the ghost in front of him. He vaguely thought he should recognize him but it wasn’t coming to him at the moment. Maybe he was an enemy. Briefly Iruka considered fighting, but decided moving hurt too much and a quick death would be preferable.
Kakashi touched the chunin’s face nearly whimpering in relief and fear. He was hot to the touch. A hoarse voice rasped softly, “if you don’t mind could you kill me quickly. I’m sure you’re busy and all.”
Kakashi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. Why had the chunin stayed here of all places. He went to lift him when Iruka’s voice stopped him.
“If you don’t mind, I really need to stay here.” He pulled Kakashi’s hand away smiling slightly off center. “I’m waiting for someone. He’s late again, but I’m sure he will be here soon.
Startled, Kakashi looked up and recognized the restaurant he had used as the meeting place. Iruka fell back against the door. “He’s an idiot and a jerk, but you see I love him anyway.” He seemed to wilt then, before Kakashi’s eyes as his hold on consciousness finally slipped away.
Kakashi picked him up, cuddling him close to his heart. “Beloved, sometimes I wonder why you keep waiting for me. But please don’t stop.”