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soul mate.
Chap. 2
"Mizuki, why are we here?"
After finding his friend looking for him at school, Iruka was dragged to Mizuki's house. They were outside, Mizuki was looking for his keys.
"Just wait a minute." The white-haired man grinned and when finally found the keys, he opened the door of his house and stepped back allowing Iruka to enter first.
Iruka looked at him confused. He knew that Mizuki up to something, but he didn't know what.
He entered inside and looked around. Everything seemed normal. He walked into the living room and…
"SURPRISE"
Iruka almost jumped from the floor. Mizuki's living room were full of people. His friends. The room was all decorated with colourful balloons and a big sign saying happy birthday. It was a birthday surprise for him. There was food food and drinks on the table.
Iruka couldn't believe that it was all for him. He smiled and looked at his friends. "Guys, thank you. You didn't have to."
"Yes we did." Mizuki was behind him with a big smile on his face. "It's your day Iruka. You deserve it. Man, I can't believe You're 20 now..."
Iruka chuckled. "You sound like an old man. And what are you saying?! You're 20 too." Iruka took his friend's hands in his and gave him a sad look. "I'm going to miss you a lot."
"Hey, aren't we here to have fun? What's with this suddenly sad aura?" A feminine voice came from the kitchen. It was Reina, one of Iruka's childhood friends. She was bringing a chocolate cake from the kitchen. "So, let's start the party with some happy faces, will we?"
Iruka smiled at her. "Yeah."
…oOo…
"You're still here?" Kakashi closed the bathroom door behind him. With a towel around his waist, he walked towards the closet, passing Kurenai who was sitting on the end of his bed.
"Didn't you hear me? I can't go home." She got up and followed him. "I don't have money to take a taxi, and I was thinking that maybe you could drive me home."
"No. I can't." Kakashi said coolly while putting his black jeans on. He opened a drawer looking for a shirt, when he felt cold arms around his waist.
"Please Kakashi-kun." Kurenai held him tightly and resting her head on his back.
Kakashi tried to pull her arms away. Sure she could be annoying when she wanted to. "I can't drive you home. But I can give you money to pay the taxi."
She sighed and crossed her arms. "Okay...But Tell me, are you going to the graveyard today?"
Kakashi froze and looked at her. How does…
"How do I know?" Kurenai said, reading perfectly his expression. She walked towards a chair, in the corner of the bedroom, where she left her bag. "Everyone in the office knows that 'Hatake-sama' goes to the graveyard everyday." She took her bag and turned around to look at him. "Of course they think that you go there to visit your parents, but I know it's not them who you visit everyday." She gave him an apologetic smile. "I'm going now, don't worry about the money for taxi, I have it. I know what this day means to you, that's I was trying to make you forget about it a little bit…. Sorry." Before Kakashi could answer, she had already left.
Kakashi didn't move for several minutes, trying to process what just had happened. Kurenai knew about his visits to the graveyard. No, it wasn't just her. Everyone in the office.
How do they know? He sighed and wiped a tired hand over his face.
He was the chairman of H.L.F.[1], one of the best law firm in Japan. After his father's Hatake Sakumo, death, Kakashi took over the company's presidency. He was only 20 and still in college at that time, causing some of the company's partners, even employees, thinking that Kakashi would take HLF to ruins. They believed that he was too young and inexperienced.
But Kakashi proved them wrong. He could be young but he was a genius. When he graduated from college, he showed that he was an amazing lawyer, wining several cases and taking his father's company name outside of Japan.
He was a good boss. Men respected him. Women loved him. Some of them couldn't stop gossiping about how good looking he was, with that silver messy hair, and his pale skin. Even the scar on his left eye made him flawless. They always wondered where and how he got that scar. He was a very private person though. He didn't like people to know things about him, mostly things from his past.
So how do they know about the graveyard visits?…
He put a plain white T-shirt on and walked into the living room letting himself fall on the couch. He closed his eyes, and thought that maybe some of the employers saw him in the graveyard…and assumed that I go there everyday? No, it's not possible.
He opened his eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 4pm.
Fuck...He swore internally and got up from the couch. He took his car and house keys and left the house, slamming the door behind him.
…oOo…
Iruka was helping Mizuki cleaning his living room after his friends left. It was good and fun party, more like a lunch between friends then a party. But he kinda wished his friends wouldn't make such a mess.
"Iruka-kun, you don't have to clean, you know. I organised this party for you, and I want you to rest. You're going to have a long and tiresome trip." Mizuki said trying to take the broom from him, but the he held it tightly.
Iruka was feeling bad, because it was Mizuki's house and the was a party for him. So he felt like it was his duty to clean. "But…"
"No 'buts'." The white-haired man took the broom away from Iruka's grip making the brunette pout. Mizuki smiled at it and looked at widow sadly. It was getting late. "You know, I really don't want you to go…"
Iruka sighed. He cupped his friend's face with both hands and made those green eyes meet his brow ones. "Mizuki, we already talked about this. I need to go. For years, since I can remember, I've been having these dreams and visions of people and places that I don't know. I need to know what they mean."
Mizuki took one of Iruka's hand in his. "I understand... I'm worried about you. It's Tokyo. It's such a big city. People are not like us. What if they are rude with you? And you don't know this Asuma-san. What if he doesn't go to the train station to take you? And what if he is not a good person like his uncle? And what if…"
"Mizuki!" Iruka cut him off. He knew that Mizuki was worried about him and he was worried about himself too. He never left Konoha and he didn't know anything about the people outside of the village, but he felt like he must go to this place, Tokyo. He must to find out about the people and places he sees every time he closes his eyes. And most importantly, he wanted to know where that beautiful and calming melody he hears in his dreams come from. "I'm not a kid anymore. I'll be fine. I trust in Asuma-san. Sarutobi-sensei talked to me about him very well. Tsunade-sensei sent him a letter and last week came the answer. He will be waiting for me." Iruka put his arms around his friends waist and rest his head on his chest. "And if I don't find what I've been looking for I'll come back."
Mizuki looked at him sadly. "Promise?"
"I promise."
…oOo…
It started raining, and Kakashi was in the graveyard again. He found himself passing his hand softly on a gravestone.
Looking sadly at the name craved on it, he let a single tear fall from his scarred eye.
"Kashi-kun," He heard someone whispering his name. He turned around, it was Obito. "We need to take Rin-chan away from here. She is getting worse."
…
It was supposed to be a special day for Obito, it was his birthday after all. After school Kakashi was thinking about taking him to new park, near their school and give him his gift.
Kakashi left his class and went to Obito's, but he wasn't there. It was Saturday afternoon. The school is always quiet and almost empty at that day and time. Only some students stayed until late studying in the library.
He knew that if Obito wasn't in his class he would be in the library. And he was right. The dark-haired boy was there, so into the book he was reading that didn't even noticed Kakashi sitting by his side.
Kakashi looked around at the library. Only Rin, one of Obito's classmate, was there, looking at one of the books shelves with her back turned to them.
He didn't mind her presence and kissed Obito softly on the cheek. It starlet Obito, but then he smiled and blushed, noticing that it was Kakashi. He was about to say something, when they heard gun shots coming from outside.
Kakashi run to the door to see what was happening, but when he opened the door, he saw a tall man, with an ugly scar across his face, holding a gun.
It was Taiseki. Kakashi recognised him from the news. He was the man who killed his entire family. He got arrested but managed to run away.
It's already been 5 hours, Kakashi was locked in the library with Obito and Rin. Taiseki had killed the janitor, two teachers and three students.
Rin was getting sick, her fever was getting dangerously high. He felt like he needed to do something. The police was outside and until now they didn't do anything to help. Taiseki was losing his temper and Kakashi had the feeling that they would get killed too. It was a matter of time.
Kakashi noticed that every time Taiseki pick up the phone to negotiate with the police, he gets distracted and hold his gun loosely. If at least...
"Obito, I have an idea. Do you still have that small craft knife you use in art class?" The boy nodded and took the craft knife from his backpack and gave it to Kakashi. It wasn't a very sharp, but it was pointy. "Okay When I say now, take Rin-chan and run.."
Obito looked at him confused. "What are you going to do Kashi-kun?"
He put his hands on Obito's shoulders. "Just trust me, okay?" The dark-haired boy nodded.
Kakashi stared at the phone and wait. He knew the police would call again. It has to work...
The phone rang. Taiseki got up from the chair and answered the phone. He was distracted and wasn't holding the gun tightly. It's now…
Kakashi ran as fast as he could and stabbed the thug's hand. Taiseki winced In pain, letting his gun fall on the floor. "OBITO NOW."
Obito was terrified, but he took Rin's hand and ran towards the exit.
Kakashi was so distracted with his friends that didn't see Taiseki taking the craft knife from his hand and cutting the left side of Kakashi's face; he didn't see Taiseki reaching his gun and pointing to him. He just heard a gun shot and weak whisper. "Kashi-kun..."
Kakashi snapped his eyes open. The rain was falling heavily now. He looked once again at the gravestone and passed his slender fingers over the name on it.
Uchiha Obito.
He kneeled in front of it and let the tears fall. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I was the one who should be here…not you…it was all my fault... I'm sorry... Please forgive me Obito... "
…oOo …
"... Please forgive me Obito.. "
Iruka stopped packing his things and looked down at his friend. "Did you say something?"
Mizuki who was lying on the floor reading one of Iruka's book, looked up. "No, I didn't say anything. Why?"
Iruka frowned. "Nothing...umm... I finished packing. I still have two hours to spend here. Do you want go to the lake and maybe you could go with me to the train station?"
Mizuki got up and smiled at him. "Of course."
TBC