As you sit in your apartment alone in bed, wondering how school will be after Kakashi's leave, all you get is heartache. You thought in sincerity that the only reason you really got close to anyone around you was thanks to Kakashi's healing throughout these months. And now the thought of not seeing him anymore was dreadful. The fact he hadn't mentioned such a decision was also hurtful. How could he do this to you? You felt as if everything was falling to place slowly and you couldn't comprehend why he would do this.

     Your nails dig into your skin as warm tears fall out of your eyes. Feeling them drop onto your crossed legs. "You fucking idiot Kakashi." You growl before you stand and walk toward your kitchen, wanting to grab a large bowl of ice cream full of chocolate syrup. Once you had it in hand after digging in through the cold box, you pass by the small shrine you had created for your parents. And you can't help but glance over at it. Studying the containers where the ashes of your parents lied.

     "What the hell am I doing with my life mom...dad...?" Slips out of your lips before more tears fall out of your eyes, creating a knot in the pit of your stomach along your throat.

     You knew you were crying too much over something you haven't even talked about with your lover, but you can't help it. The brain you have just doesn't seem to stop creating terrible scenarios of you saying goodbye to him. Imagining him going off to another city to find a better job, maybe even at a university. He's young, but he has his degrees already.

     Gulping loudly, you walk away towards your room. Throwing yourself to your bed, you grab the television's control and whip it to life. Which was a rarity in this complex really. You never see the urge to turn on the television, since your parents always used to say that it rots the human's brain if it was in use excessively. And so that they handed you dictionaries at first, later on history books, and then finally introduced you to fantasy and love and mystery and drama. You can't help but smile, remembering the chart you had on a wall that whenever you read a book, you'd get a star. When you received up to ten, you'd be taken to a new restaurant. At a certain point you read so many novels that they had to start taking you beyond town. Sometimes eating great foods, and sometimes terrible ones. But all the same joy entered you for the act of appreciation.

     Voices appear suddenly, breaking you away from your train of memories. Looking up at the source of the noise, you end up with your eyes stuck on the electronic compliance. It seems to be a show or movie that took place in medieval times. There a woman was with a beautiful crown around her head and of course she had the perfect face for it. Though her attitude didn't seem ladylike, for what they consider in those times. She was very angry, shouting, at what you would assume is the King, for he has a mighty crown upon his head as well. Only they could speak to each other this way, and barely since Kings can slap their Queens and receive no penalty for it. Blonde was the man that had an apologetic face.

     "I must go Mary. I must go now. Please understand this, for I will have to hear your forgiveness once I return." His eye twitches in sincerity before the camera turns back to the teared eyed Queen Mary. You could tell that her words were caught in her throat as her gaze went down to the floor. After a brief moment she looks back up to the man with a strong stare. Not letting herself break.

     "You are the King. Do as you wish. Even if you believe it is for my sake, do as you wish. I am only but a Queen that has power over all except her husband. Goodbye, Francis." The dark haired woman, Mary, says before standing head tall, and walking away from King Francis. You could see the love they felt for each other from the moment the television was turned on. Yet here you were, hoping to get your mind off of things with this show or movie and it ends up making you feel worse.

     How could you not relate to this Mary? With the short words you could witness, it was all you needed to fall back into your pit of aching. You grab the control instantly and shut off what caused you sadness. And now the silence was eating away at you. Repeating words in your head.

     Now Kakashi, let's discuss your leave in December. How the students will be devastated.

     As much as you wanted to stay in bed and let this dark hole drown you, you decide to stand up, grab a coat and some boots and head out for a walk. Once you'd done all of this, you turn the door knob and once it opens, an all too familiar grey haired man stood in the way. His hands being full, one with flowers tugged in his inner arm while he held an unfamiliar new book. The other arm had two movies tugged up and he gripped on tightly a see-through plastic bag, in which you spot some large, lovely candles. A smile wants to form on your lips at the sight of the surprised, hopeless romantic that was in front of you. But you quickly suppress it, wanting to be angry at him. Though, anyone would wish you luck with such, due to an irresistible face.

     Kakashi's eyes move up and down, studying your outfit before his eyebrows scrunch. Keeping his lifeless eyes steady. "Well, this is interesting." He says and you could spot the curiosity in his gaze. Most likely wondering where your feet were heading. You bite down your lip as your chest tightens. Making it difficult to speak.

     "I was just going to get some fresh air." You say plainly, but soon opening way for you teacher to enter your home. A smile is evident under his mask as his eyes grin as well at your action. His shoulder leans towards you wanting to hand you the bouquet of purple and red flowers. The corner of your lips curve up slowly and softly, revealing how much you're hurting. Kakashi notices this, causing him to enter and close the door behind him with his foot. He sets down the gifts in hand and turns to you, grabbing your hands and putting them against his face. Your eyebrows soften at the action before you rub your fingers gently onto his skin, pulling down the mask on his face. His eyes close at your touch, not wanting it to ever fade away.

     "(Y/N)..." he whispers before your fingers trace his strong jaw, appreciating his beautiful face. Your throat knots up once again as you try to hide the tears. You sniffle loudly as your words break, causing unsteady gasps to sound.

     "Let me take a look at you. I don't want to forget this precious face," you whimper. Tightening your grip on his face. His eyes open slowly, looking into your eyes, feeling pained by your tears.

     "You still look even more beautiful while crying." Kakashi says, causing your chest to heave more than once in exasperation.

     "Then why won't you stay here with me? Instead of just abandoning me in that bloody school that will be dreadful without you. It hasn't even been a bloody month and you're already leaving! Just for a better bloody paycheck! I've never met a man so bloody--" Kakashi instantly interrupts your words with an unexpected kiss. Being tender as possible. At first, your hands were hitting his back, trying to push him off but slowly was stopping. Instead, your hands just land on his wrists weakly. His hands holding your cheeks lovingly.

     Once his lips peel away from yours, he drops to his knees, letting his arms stay up to your back and his face gently placed on the side of your thigh. He rubs his cheek tenderly on it, caressing it slowly as his hands gripped on you tightly. As if he didn't want to let you go. "I'm doing this for us, (Y/N). I decided to leave the bloody school so we could go public. So our bloody relationship could be exposed. Didn't you want this for us? We could go out on bloody dates, I could take you out to a bloody restaurant," he interrupts himself standing up to your now comprehending features. Surprised features even. How stupid you were now feeling about crying so much. A smile is evident on his lips, mocking your bloody word. "We can even go to bloody motels if we wanted to." He says with a smirk before his arms rub onto your behind until he bends your knees abruptly and pulls you into his torso. Carrying you around, towards your room. He begins to kiss your neck, receiving small and awkward giggles from you.

     "Stop it," slips out of your lips, even thought you didn't mean any of it. Which Kakashi knew all too well. He throws you onto your bed, landing on your back and bouncing up a bit with the sound of the bed creaking. He holds your gaze as he freezes on top of you. Your eyebrows furrow at the sudden stop he made. "I didn't mean it." You say with a laugh as if it were obvious.

     Kakashi smiles softly before he turns over, sitting next to you. His eyes stay on yours as his hands lay themselves on the bed behind his back. They go back to being very dull as usual quickly. "Don't ever think I'd abandon you like that. I know how painful it feels for someone to just walk out. Even if it means death. I know. I'd never wish it upon anyone, nor do it to a loved one. You're my loved one, (Y/N). Don't think so lowly of me...because it hurts." Kakashi tells you in all honesty. You notice now why his look is always like this, lifeless. Or at least they only now seem lifeless. Because slowly, but surely, that's changing. You begin to believe they will always look like that, but not only are you healing with him, but he's healing with you as well. His wounds closed the wrongest way ever. Just as a bone that broke and was left alone without a cast, healing to only stay with it's broken look.

     You're bringing out the true Kakashi, showing him how to love once again. And you couldn't ask to do something even better for such a man you felt you didn't deserve.

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So. AN UPDATE ISNT THIS A SURPRISE OML. There is more signal around the island, still don't have in or around my house. Still not electricity on the island, and Donald Trump doesn't want to help more sadly. I possibly will be moving in with my mom's friend in Nebraska to finish my Senior year. This is just a disaster really. I'm even going to wash my clothes at the river. I'm sorry for the late update guys. But I'll be trying to do it more often now, because it breaks my heart to see you guys wanting more when I promised to deliver these every Monday and Friday. Forgive me and my island guys :(. Hurricanes suck. Stay safe everyone!

- (AnimeFanficPlus)