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Entropy	By : ersatzbeta Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1332 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: So, of course, the things I'd had cooking for this chapter pretty much got steamrolled by something unexpected. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Twenty Eight
By the eighth drink, Kakashi knew he was in trouble. What had started out as a cozy little lunch out had turned into an extended afternoon of drinking at Genma�s apartment. He'd needed this outing to look just like any other time he'd gone out with Genma, which meant the drinking was part of the package. Only he'd kept the act up once they had gotten to the apartment. Egged on by his all-too-cheerful friend, Kakashi was now drunk.
�I think I�m in trouble,� said Kakashi.
He was in trouble now, and was certainly going to be in trouble later. He was also sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch. Bad situation. Definitely.
�You don�t say,� said Genma.
Had Kakashi said that out loud? Maybe. It was hard to tell.
�Oh yes,� Kakashi said, taking care to enunciate. �Trouble.�
Genma crouched down and poured him another. Kakashi eyed it with suspicion for the better part of a minute before he knocked it back. It tasted like rubbing alcohol. He squinted into the bottom of the glass, but all he could see was a couple drops of slightly milky liquid.
�What is this stuff?� said Kakashi. "Paint thinner?"
�Oh, it�s just a little something Raidou and I cooked up,� said Genma. �It�s awful, but it gets the job done, and quickly."
Genma saluted him with his own glass. Kakashi was fascinated, watching him swallow around his senbon.
�So,� said Genma. �Why are you here?�
Kakashi studied the glass as it wavered just a little in his vision. It wasn�t going to be quite as easy as he had imagined to implement his plan. He was impaired. Really, really impaired. Kakashi did a mental scrutiny of himself. Okay, maybe he wasn�t that bad off. But he wasn�t doing well, either. Somehow, the fact that he and Genma frequently drank during their get-togethers hadn�t really factored into his planning. He shook himself. He�d taken too long to answer and now Genma was going to know something was up.
Sighing, Genma sat down next to Kakashi. He kept the bottle close at hand. Kakashi inhaled carefully, but his sense of smell was blunted by the powerful fumes of the drink.
�Well, I take it you�re not here for the usual reasons,� said Genma.
Kakashi�s first urge was to placate, something he�d gotten too used to in dealing with Sasuke all the time. It disturbed him that even now, Sasuke was influencing his thoughts, had a hold on him like this.
�No, no,� said Kakashi. �That isn�t not why I came��
He scratched his head, thinking, scrambling for the right thing to say. Genma laughed.
�I ought to cut you off,� said Genma. �But I�m such a good friend and all��
Genma leaned on him and, one-handed, reached over Kakashi�s lap to pour him another drink. He was sloppy, though, and a few drops ran over onto Kakashi�s fingers. Genma set the bottle down and wiped the errant liquid off with his own hand. He licked it away.
�Waste not, want not,� said Genma.
Kakashi was bemused. Perhaps his veneer of normal behavior wasn't as good as he'd imagined it to be; ordinarily, there would have been no middleman of hand or fingers. Genma�s tongue, Kakashi knew from experience, was a thing of beauty on a person�s body. But Genma might have been miles away, for the invisible distance that was growing between them. Genma was not behaving as he should. This could be a problem.
�Spill it,� said Genma.
He flicked his senbon safely away, into the wall above the couch. His eyes lost their laughter and his face took on an unusually serious expression.
�Spill what?� said Kakashi.
�Oh, come on,� said Genma. �You�re not that drunk. We�re friends. I can tell when there�s something you want to talk about. If you�d come here to fuck�which would have been fine with me, might I say�we�d be rolling around on the floor already. So what�s going on?�
Though it was the perfect opportunity to introduce the plan, Kakashi found himself at a loss for words. He had imagined himself to be much cooler, more suave when it came to this point in the plan. The night spun around him. He tossed back his drink.
�Let�s talk about ANBU,� said Kakashi.
Kakashi had a dream. He realized he was dreaming, deep in the embrace of a drunken sleep. He was inside of Sasuke's Mangekyou world, but Sasuke wasn't there and that was wrong because Sasuke was supposed to be there. The land wasn't formless as it so often was, but rather it appeared as a great, cold, shifting desert. Bones piled up, towering monoliths of bones, and Kakashi shivered as the wind soughed through them. It almost sounded like speech, but in some language the world had yet to witness.
A hand dropped onto his shoulder and he nearly jumped out of his skin. Maybe he did; as he spun around, afterimages sheared off, like the impressions of movement a Sharingan showed. Kakashi watched with no small fascination as the multiple hims walked off in separate directions for a few steps before they faded away.
"You should be more careful. Places like these�well, you might leave behind more of yourself than you might like."
Kakashi stared. Yondaime. It was Yondaime before him, hand clasped on his shoulder. Even in this monochrome world, his hair shone gold. His expression was grave.
A terrible emptiness yawned inside Kakashi.
"Sensei," he said. "Sensei."
Even as his adult mind rebelled--he knew Yondaime was very, very dead--his dream-body reverted back into a younger self, the person he'd once been. Kakashi wanted, more than anything else at that moment, to go back in time.
The look on Sensei's face softened.
"I'm sorry, Kakashi," he said. "I don't have any more time."
And he melted into the earth, shape sloughing off like the shed skin of a snake, until all that was left behind was a transparent thing that looked nothing like who it could have been. The pain of the phantom loss was a great as the real thing, and Kakashi felt his knees buckle. and he gave in to the impulse to sit on the rough ground. For a time, he listened to the wind crying through the bones.
But then, on that same patch of blasted scrub and sand, the last remnants of Yondaime long since scattered in the air, there came a heaving of earth. To Kakashi's surprise, Sasuke clawed his way up from underground, and Kakashi strained his body to help lever him out.
When Sasuke was free, he spoke.
"You're not supposed to be here," he said. "Get out."
Kakashi saw that this Sasuke had the body of the young and the eyes of the old. Sasuke frowned at him and the nostalgia Kakashi felt for him was nearly as crushing as the grief. He felt himself ageing, metamorphosing into something more like the truth.
"I said get out," Sasuke said. "Before it's too late."
He cocked his head into the wind, eyes sliding shut. His hair fanned out around him.
Almost conversationally, Sasuke added:
"You'd better run."
Kakashi could feel something strange in the air. Everything went still; even the bones were silent around him. A vibration, like massive footsteps shaking the world, began to build.    Thump.      Thump.
Without volition, Kakashi's breath sped up, an invisible layer of fear coming down on him. He sent his senses out, to try to find what it was, but the landscape baffled him. Kakashi turned to ask Sasuke, but Sasuke was already gone, a barely visible figure in the distance. The vibration, the noise, grew louder. Thump thump.     Thump.      Thump thump.      Thump.
Kakashi started moving. He ran, practically flying over the sand and rocks and bones. Scrub thorns caught at him, but he tore away. His feet barely touched the ground. He ran and his lungs were on fire; he couldn't breathe and still he kept running. He risked a glance backward, but couldn't see anything.
Thump thump thump.    Thump thump thump.      Thump thump thump.
His limbs felt heavy. Kakashi looked down at them. They weren't his legs any more, weren't his hands. They were blocks of stone shaped to look and feel like flesh. They were someone else's. He struggled forward, head twisted to look back over his shoulder. A small light burned into his eye.
Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump.
The small light got bigger, brighter, and its shape resolved. It was an eye, watching him, looking for him. And the eye split, multiplied into many in a vast stone face.
"Run," a small voice whispered to him. "Run."
Thump.
Kakashi ran.
Thump.
Somehow, this story gets twistier and more complicated every time I work on it. *sigh* Hopefully, more of the plot--such as it is--will come together soon! I swear there is a real, legitimate storyline here. It's taking forever to set up for it, though.
A/N: Okay, so the first half of this chapter was the part that I hadn't planned on. The dream scene is something I wrote the bulk of a couple weeks ago, and I wasn't sure I'd get to use it. I think it fits in well enough here, though the transition was kind of rough. Sorry about that. (I didn't want to have to make these two shorter parts be separate chapters, though. It seems like a waste to me, to do it that way.)
I do have the next chapter mostly written, and I'm hoping to get it up a little sooner, like maybe before the weekend is over? I was a little late with this chapter, but who knows what I'll be able to crank out over the next couple days...See you all later.
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