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60. “Will you stay with me tonight?”

Iruka shivered slightly pulling his knees to his chest as the red moon started to rise as the sun went down

It was one of the few nights that he did not like to be alone. Sure he no longer blamed Kurama for what had happened or his parents death, but something about the moon when it turned red frightened him.

Despite all the things that had happened, and the years that had passed, it was the one night that Iruka felt totally alone. It was a bitter reminder of his parents death, and of the sacrifices that everyone had made over the years to keep the village safe.

Kakashi had come over for one reason or another, he never was clear on why he had come to visit Iruka unless the Hokage had sent for Iruka. He was glad that Kakashi had come to bother him once again, but now that the sun was setting, Kakashi was getting up to make his leave for the evening. As the window was opened and Kakashi got ready to leave, despite the door only being a few feet away, Iruka still didn’t get Kakashis obsession with leaving threw Iruaks windows, Iruka spoke up.

"Will you stay with me tonight?"

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Not for the first time, and not for the last, the White Fang found himself frustrated with his son... he always seemed to be working himself to death. He always seemed to choose the missions that were the most dangerous as well... it left Sakumo on edge and sleepless. He would spend the time that his son was gone occupying himself in some menial task, trying not to think about it. Today was not one of those days.

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Dear Kakashi,

Where to start? I don't even know why I'm writing this. You're never going to get it. Help me get the feelings out I guess? I'm not sure. You can't see me, so what's the point of writing to you? You'll just think someone's playing with you, like you did that one birthday when I left you a present. I wonder if you still have it....

Anyways, I just wanted to say that I miss you. Yeah, I see you every morning, when you come to visit the Memorial Stone, but you can't see me. I miss talking to you. Playfully nudging you and you knocking me over. I even miss the fights we used to have, because I know you did it because you cared....

I had always though Sensei was the only person who truly cared for me, but over a few weeks after I died, you still kept coming. Still kept talking to me, unknowing that I was listening.

Sorry this is hard to read. You know I'm not the best writer. And I kinda got some dust in my eyes halfway though. Anyways, I wish you the best.

Send me "♫", I'll put my iPod on shuffle and then tell you our song.

☽ ’The road is long, we carry on; Try to have fun in the meantime’ ☾

♪ Born to die; Lana Del Rey

"You really should lighten up, Kakashi-kun." Asuma said the words on a haze of smoke.

          It seemed he and the silver haired shinobi at his side would be stuck on this mission for an extended period of time. No sense in walking on egg shells and shambles the entire time right?

Asuma’s brown eyes cut over to the man with a grin that creased his eyes shut and caused laugh lines to appear on his face. “With teammates like Naruto-kun and that pink-haired devil, I don’t see how you have time to frown.” He pointed out.

     Though they didn’t speak much, he did respect Kakashi and did look forward to getting to know the man before him; a man who was so much different than the boy he remember from his childhood.

      Someone who had lost so much, and gained so much all at once. It was something Asuma was both envious of, and yet he knew such burdens must come with the gifts.

  He shoved his elbow against the copy ninjas ribs, nudging him playfully. “Let’s set up camp, eh?” He tossed his cigarette way before casting a intrigued glance at his new partner, who it seemed was going to go straight to business without much retort.

   Asuma certainly didn’t understand Kakashi; but he wanted to learn.