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Feb 13, 2010 13:04

Who: Hatake Kakashi, Umino Iruka
Status: Active and Closed
Style: Tenses switching (all of it)
Where: Hisato - Kakashi's doorstep
When: Week 1, Day 5, in the evening after this
Rating: PG - 13 / R
Warnings: Mentions of sexual content, sadness, heartbreak

( So when the knocks come they echo in the way that silence echoes, in the way longing does too. It echoes like dead sound echoes against wood that knows no laughter, or love, or what it means to be a home. So it is not a home, this place. And it can never be. )

event: valentine's day, umino iruka, *complete, *closed, !log, location: hisato, hatake kakashi

Comments 15

ura_no_ura February 13 2010, 09:28:16 UTC

The knocks go all the way through the house, which is empty and too large for just one man ( ... )

ura_no_ura February 13 2010, 09:28:31 UTC

There was a sycamore tree in the back he once sat under with Iruka. There were fingers in his hair then and a smile on his face with no cloth to cover it. He decided that day that home didn't have to be a place. Because Iruka wasn't a place, but Kakashi never felt more at home than when he looked and saw Iruka smiling back at him. So even when they woke up again and they found the world had changed, that the house which held so many memories had disappeared into thin air, and a new one had been built over the one they shared, Kakashi wasn't too concerned ( ... )

ura_no_ura February 13 2010, 09:28:53 UTC

This house is just a house.

It does not belong to him.

Iruka doesn't either.

Kakashi feels him before he sees him, knows that chakra signature better than any other. It's impossible for him to miss -- the warmth coming through the door. And when he opens it, Kakashi's not sure what Iruka is doing here now, standing on his doorstep with what looks like a bento box in his hand.

He stares at Iruka for a long moment. Looks and feels his lungs constrict, something painful twisting in the pit of his stomach. He is not ready to do this. Not ready to face him. And letting go should be so easy, because it's what Kakashi does. It's what he's good at doing because he doesn't know how to hold on.

So he closes his door before Iruka can open his mouth and say something that will make Kakashi want to keep his door open when he knows Iruka's is closed to him.

smiling_umino February 13 2010, 13:35:14 UTC

And the impact slams fast and hard, brutal like a force of nature. A bullseye, that goes right for Iruka's chest and knocks him back, a vulnerable point. It paralyzes him from the shock of the impact, the pain that hasn't kicked in yet because it's too much to take in, too much to absorb all at once.

It is a well aimed attack, a sure kill, no chances of missing, no chance for survival, worthy of the man who holds lightning in the palm of his hand.

Kakashi has done many things to him, but he has never, ever slammed a door shut in his face. Not like this. Not without a word, not with silence.

This is Iruka's house. This is his heart, his soul, his home. This is the place which holds his dreams and everything he wants for himself but will can never find the courage to pursue. He had hoped. He had been patient, holding himself together and thinking, maybe tomorrow. Until he lost count. Until everything blurred to something that even he doesn't know what to call it anymore ( ... )

smiling_umino February 13 2010, 13:36:19 UTC

"End it and say it to my face if you're man enough!"

His voice cracks as he resists the urge to turn away - walk away! Walk away! Walk away! Just walk away and don't look back!.

(It's just a house now, as it should have been when everything went back to what should have been normal. You no longer carry the right to call it home, you no longer have a key because it was taken away from you. There is no point standing before a door you know you can no longer enter.)

The wind that had been holding its breath as it listened suddenly remembers to exhale. Winter comes with it in an icy blast.