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You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. How could he have done this? Kakashi stood before you, unaware of your presence looming over him. Another person stood with him, a brown-haired woman, and his hand was on her cheek. The more you watched the more your heart began to ache. You had never thought of all people that Kakashi would be capable of something like this.
You couldn’t watch any longer, you couldn’t risk seeing the lips that had touched yours so many times meet the lips of someone else. Your feet had never moved so swiftly before, the tears in your eyes threatening to come out before you could even make it back to the safety of your apartment.
Anger started to fill the parts of your heart that had been sad. You couldn’t control yourself any longer. As you stood in your living room and attempted to keep a level head all you could do was picture the two of them. His hand brushing over her face like he always did to you. The touch of his hand always sending tingles through your cheek. The thought of her lingering on his body when he would make his way back home.
Before you could stop yourself you grabbed the vase on the counter that had held the roses that Kakashi had brought you back after his mission a couple of days ago. The vase left your hands and smashed against the wall, shattering as the pieces hit the floor. Some of your anger lifted from your shoulders, the rush of destroying something flooding through you. Your arms swept the coffee table, pictures of the two of you hitting the floor. The glass in them cracking.
Your vision was nothing but red as you walked to the bedroom. The drawer to the dresser was thrown open and you hastily grabbed his clothes from him. The sound of the front door opening filled the apartment. You could hear him walking through the apartment and your anger filled you more. You stood in the doorway as his eyes caught yours. A confused look filled his face as he saw your arms full of clothes. He threw the clothes at him, the ball hitting him hard. Kakashi stumbled back a little, catching only a couple of the garments in his hand. “Y/n?”
You grabbed the alarm clock from the nightstand, yanking the plug from the wall. Kakashi ducked just in time as the clock grazed the top of his spiked hair, smashing against the wall behind him. “What are you doing!?”
“Just get out!” You grabbed more clothes and a suitcase from under the bed, filling it.
Kakashi walked slowly into the room, afraid that another object might come barreling for his head. “What are you talking about?”
You ignored him, grabbing things from his nightstand and throwing them in the bag as well. He stepped toward you. “Y/n, stop. What’s going on?” Your fist flew for his head but he grabbed your wrist before you could hit him. “Talk to me!”
You stopped as your body froze. “You’re a piece of shit Kakashi.”
He was taken aback by your words, they stung him more than he thought they ever could. He had no idea what to say back to you.
“I saw you. I just saw you in the park.” You hesitated, the situation was officially real. You had never expected anything like to happen with him. “Who was she Kakashi?”
He tried to play it off, clearly nervous about the situation. “Who do you mean?”
“You know who I mean! Don’t try to play stupid Kakashi!” You shoved him backward with both your hands. With no time to prepare himself for the blow, he hit the wall behind him, knocking a picture of the two of you off the wall. “I saw you with my own eyes. Don’t lie to me!”
His head hung. The copy ninja had never looked so vulnerable. “She was no one Y/n, just a woman I’ve been assigned to protect by the Hokage.”
“Don’t lie to me!” Warm tears left trails down your cheeks as you stared back at him.
“I’m not! I would never do something like that to you! You can ask her Tsunade yourself.” He stepped forward some and reached out for you, changing his mind after he saw the malice that your eyes still held. “When she came into the village she expressed her fondness of me and said that you needed protection. Tsunade thought that in that case, I would be the best for the mission.” His eyes looked apologetic and your heart softened a little. “Tsunade told me to act fond toward her, she told me not to tell you, she knew that you wouldn’t let me do it if I did. She said the village needed the money.”
“That doesn’t change much Kakashi. You still didn’t tell me! What else do you think I would have thought when seeing that!?”
“I know. I fucked up.” He voice cracked. “I should have told you and I’m sorry.” As he saw the anger in your turning to despair he finally approached you. “I would never EVER cheat on your Y/n. I need you to know that. It was all a job.” As you watched his eyes you could see tears welling up in his own. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love you more than life itself. Please, you have to believe me!”
Whether it was the sincerity in his eyes or the sudden vulnerability that you had never seen in Kakashi before, you didn’t know. You slowly walked forward, letting your body fall into him, grateful that he hadn’t been cheating. Kakashi pulled you to him, holding you tighter than he ever had before. The fear of you walking away from him was evident. He had never been so afraid of something in his life. The fear was more than it had ever been facing his greatest of foes. But as he held you in his arms he knew that everything would be fine, you would still be there. You were home and you wouldn’t leave him. He had nothing to worry about. “Forgive me, Y/n.”