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A Song Never Heard	By : Cheysulinight Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 807 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: A Song Never Heard
Author:
Cheysuli Night
Rated: PG-13
Pairing: Iruka/Kakashi
Warning:
Shounen-ai, angst, tragedy, character death.
A/N: Written for the
Kakairu Contest.
Number of Words: 1,000 (not counting the header
or the poem at the end).
Disclaimer/Claimer: Kakashi and Iruka,
sadly, do not belong to me. The poem at the end of this fic, however,
is mine. All mine so no touchy.
Summary: As melody ends,
words flowing through night, The song's never heard and love's faded
from sight.
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"I love it
when you sing for me."

Soft, distant, almost hesitant humming filled the shadowed grove,
blending and sometimes just barely being overwhelmed by the whispered
cries and choked sobs of the ninja and civilians that crowded around
the stone monument. Pale flowers littered the ground, sweat peas and
morning glories and lavender laid scattered together upon the ground.
Some were carefully and lovingly placed yet many others showed signs
of having been inadvertently crushed in shaking, clinching hands.

"Oh, come
on! You know I can't sing."

The humming began to grow in strength yet stayed soft, barely
audible, weaving effortlessly through the whispers and tear-filled
sighs of the black clad mourners Feeling more confident now, the
singer himself drifted towards the crowd, leaving behind the security
of the familiar oak tree and gliding gracefully, effortlessly through
the close knit group.

"You are
such a liar! You have the best voice of anyone I know."

The humming was easier to hear now as most of the mourners finished
their prayers and did their best to wipe their tears away as they
began the painful and empty walk back to their lonely homes. The
singer ignored them as they brushed passed him and placed his hand
lightly on the cool stone, tracing the newly carved name.

"Fine
then. I'll sing for you. Even though I always forget the words."

The song had words now, faint murmurs that were almost
indistinguishable from the previous despondent sound. The song was
hesitant again, rising and falling in pitch, as if the singer was
afraid of being heard by the crowd he was only faintly aware of. His
hand drifted to a set of older, smoother, warmer carvings and the
song briefly took on a slightly happier tone before falling back into
the soft echoes of grief.

"You will?
Promise me you will?"

The singer smiled sadly, moving slowly away from the cold and warm
monument and bringing his hand to his chest as if imagining he could
feel the same slow steady beat that resonated from deep within the
stone. The song fluctuated in tone and dropped again in volume until
the mournful words were mere whispers and the haunting melody simply
a soundless breeze.

"I promise
I'll sing for you when I get back from my mission. You have my word
on that."

The singer frowned as his song came to a hopeless end, his lips still
moving silently as if attempting to recapture the lost and lonely
melody. He brought a shaking hand to his cold face, fingers clawing
briefly at his bare skin before moving to twist in his unruly and
tangled hair. He sucked in a gasping breath, still hoping to catch
the fading song, and turned slowly to the only other person still in
the darkening grove. The singer smiled slightly and cocked his head,
releasing his hair and reaching out to softly touch the man's tan
skin. His smile fell into a confused frown when his touch was
ignored, watching curiously as the man shivered and wrapped his arms
tightly around himself. "Promise?" the singer whispered,
lowering his trembling hand, wanting yet hesitant to touch him again.
"I promised..."

"Promise
me that you'll get home safely then. I want to hear you sing again."

The singer was feeling upset now. The man, one of the only two things
he could fully focus on, was ignoring him and was just standing there
in pained silence, his tear filled eyes gazing at the only other
thing the singer was aware of. "You never promised," the
singer breathed. "You'd listen." The singer began to back
unsteadily away from the man, his hand once again on his chest,
searching for a beat that wasn't there. "I promised I'd sing for
you and I did." He was crying now, choking now, his tears
blurring his vision and causing everything to fade away. "I did.
I promised. I sang for you," he choked, wanting to
run back to the man standing so heart broken and alone in front of
the Memorial Stone but he couldn't. "Why won't you
listen?"

"I promise
I'll try to come home safe. I'm sorry but that's the best I can do."

The singer choked back a sob, reaching a pale and shaking hand
towards the man who had turned towards him at last. "I'm sorry,"
he whispered brokenly. There was another song now, faint and distant,
the peaceful harmony growing in strength and power and coming from
the deep echoes of the stone. "I tried." Pale fingers
twisted in silver hair, nails clawed a maskless face, as the ethereal
song pulled him towards the ever growing, never ending, heartbeat of
the Memorial Stone. "Why won't you listen?" Another cry,
another hopeless attempt to reach the other man, the one he loved,
would always love, and the singer was gone, fading away to join the
endless life of the Hero's Stone, his last words whispering
soundlessly through the trees.

"The best
you can do, Kakashi?"

The lone man choked back a sob, falling heavily to his knees as the
ghostly and unfelt presence began to fade from the grove, and
scrubbed harshly at his scarred face in an attempt to stop the flow
of tears as he stared longingly at the newly carved name of his
lover. "You promised," he choked, reaching out to touch the
deceptively warm stone and desperately wishing the name would
suddenly turn into his own instead. That he had been the one
to die, the one to never come home. The one to never sing again no
matter how the hard other begged.

"The best
I can do, Iruka."

Iruka knelt there, shaking and crying and still staring hopelessly at
Kakashi's name carved so deeply and final in the stone of the dead.
"You promised," he whispered harshly, never seeing, never
feeling, a pale hand caressing his own as it faded away. Never
hearing the lingering echoes of his lover's song. "You
promised."

A soundless song,
though never heard
Still embraces with tone and word.
A hum and
a sigh, so quietly there
Always will keep the lovers ensnared
A
warm forever stone will keep one alive
Though never again will the
heartbeat revive
The song drifts away, though never is lost
It
will warm, it will love, the heartbroken frost
As the sun sets
upon the life of the stone
The one who has gone is never
alone
Those who are left will drown in their tears
Hoping
forever their love will appear
And as melody ends, words flowing
through night
The song's never heard and love's faded from sight
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