Loneliness' Child | By : narugal101 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1760 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Chapter 3
Kakashi felt guilt creeping up on him faster than he'd ever imagined possible. He'd thought he was so smart and had considered every perceivable angle. What he'd neglected to consider is that despite his nefarious, grand plans the child of loneliness was a living being with feelings and definite issues.
Iruka too, was in shock, and yes he was also ashamed, though due to a different reason than Kakashi. To him the objects he summoned were just those—objects. He'd never been more aware of his failure as a human being than now.
Both men's realized selfishness in their part of this debacle, the enormity of which left them speechless for a long silent moment.
The blonde-haired child hadn't received the memo about normal human behavior, that when there is a tension-filled silence, it's best to remain that way unless something in the way of changing the subject is brought up.
When his posed question didn't receive an answer he asked again, more curious than ever to learn what these things called 'parents' were.
"What are parents? I really want to know!"
Still not receiving an answer, his impatience overrode his fear, so silently, but cautiously he crawled over to Iruka, deciding he was the lesser of two evils. Anything was better than being forced to ask that man.
Iruka's sulk session was interrupted by a tugging on the sleeve of his pajama shirt.
He looked down to see blue, blue eyes regarding him with some sort of urgency, brought out his reverie in such a state he could only mutter absently, "Yes, what is it?"
"So, what are these things you called parents?"
Iruka sheepishly scratched his head; never had he thought he would have to answer the question that was imprinted on every living being from birth.
"W-well parents are the beings who give birth to you and raise you to maturity. The ones who teach you the difference between right and wrong, and also who gives advice whenever it's needed."
The child nodded as Iuka finished his half-assed definition. "I see." Was all that he quietly murmured as he noiselessly made his way back to his corner, the defeated slump to the shoulders evident.
Iruka was silent once more, not knowing what else he could have said.
Kakashi had heard the entire conversation, as soon as that beautiful lilted voice spoke once more. He thought his heart might break as the things he'd taken for granted evidently had not been so for this one. What an idiot I was, playing God, he berated himself, to take it upon myself to fix another being as though I were fixing a broken item.
Kakashi approached that broken, huddled figure, determined to make it right and do whatever he could.
The blonde-haired boy shrank even further at his approach, if such a thing was even possible, Kakashi confirmed, in fact he has being doing that since he was brought here. Curiosity filled him as to why the boy seemed to fear him to such an extent, to his knowledge they had never met.
Once he'd reached his target, he went down on his knees to that he was at eye level with the boy.
"What is your real name?" Kakashi whispered.
The boy's eyes widened at this tone and then narrowed in mistrust.
"You know my name!" Was suddenly hissed at Kakashi with a vehemence he was not used to being directed at him. "You are the one who gave me a name, but I will never be that stupid or vulnerable again!"
That said the boy visibly withdrew into himself again, leaving Kakashi more bemused than before.
He looked at Iruka, who had seen the event transpire, to see if he had any idea what the boy was talking about. Iruka just shrugged, he was just as ignorant as Kakashi if not more so.
He felt frustration give way to the patience that he had—just minutes ago—swore to uphold by, when dealing with the blonde.
What the hell! Kakashi swore. I've never even met this kid! There is no reason he should know me, much less fear me.
Suddenly a voice interrupted his ponderings, Yes you do know him, a voice that sounded like his own, except not, filled his thoughts, How on earth could you forget what an impact you had on him!
Those familiar blue eyes lit his vision, though they weren't full of mistrust, they positively teemed with emotion. Blind trust lit those depths, an emotion Kakashi himself had never felt for another human being, except this one. Only this one boy had the ability to make him feel like putting aside his old prejudices about the folly of the human race and just live happily besides him. He knew what a gift he'd been given, that this boy, who had had so many things denied to him, loved him wholeheartedly and without any hint of mistrust or doubt. He told himself he would never abuse this blessing he'd received.
Suddenly another picture filled his vision, those same blue, blue eyes were crying tears, his eyes filled confusion and hurt, eyes that screamed their betrayal. No one's words had ever had the power to hurt him; he hadn't let them in that close. But the one who he had given the power to, the one he knew would never use it against him…had done the unthinkable.
Kakashi watched at the life went out of those eyes, not unlike the flame extinguishing from a candle…the body he'd loved so much became as a doll, listless and lifeless. A cloud of black enveloped that beloved body and then it was gone…
How could you forget him?! How?!
Vision after vision, which Kakashi now realized must be latent memories of some sort of past life, filled his head, until he thought he would scream they were descending upon him at such a rapid pace, he thought he would go mad.
Indeed he would have denied the possibility of such, if the evidence were not present right before him.
Just before the array of memories ceased, one name of the person he kept seeing, was repeated until he wondered how he'd ever forgotten it.
Falling to his knees Kakashi screamed one word, just before blackness overtook his vision.
"Naruto!"
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