Beautiful World (Kakashi) 4

Chapter 4: Suffocation

“Junko-chan, have you been eating your veggies?” Junko, who was stacking the apples in a neat pile, slowly turned around, uneasy and chuckling nervously.

Mrs. Tsujimura's usually warm smile always appeared forced when touching upon the topic of Junko's intake of vegetables-- and foods, in general.

“Ah... about that...” she lightly laughed.

Exasperated, the old woman sighed and said, “Junko-chan, it's been a year and still... and still you are reluctant to eat healthily... do you know how much I worry about you...” she continued on with her lecture to the smiling younger woman. Junko obediently listened to every word, taking it all to heart. One may have groaned and complained about the nagging old woman, but Junko found it pleasant, like “music to the ears.”

When Kakashi properly introduced Junko to the Tsujimura's a little over a year ago, she had instantly fell in love with the small, kind couple. They immediately fussed over the haphazard woman. They treated her as if she were their own children.

Junko enjoyed the lectures, the scolding, the spoiling-- all of it. It filled in the pieces which felt empty in her life-- the affection she had never received was being given by these two, kind old people.

When Junko first expressed her happiness to Kakashi, he had laughed in response.

“Sounds like a strange complex, Junko,” he then smiled pleasantly, “But I am happy that you like it.”

“You must be a strong and well fed wife for Kakashi-san!”

“Hm?” Mrs. Tsujimura, with a very serious face, looked hard at the woman. “Wife? What are you talking about, Mrs. Tsujimura?”

“Ah, you two are alike sometimes...” she shook her head, and waved back to the boxes of apples, “finish up and you can leave today, Jun-chan. Oh, yes, I almost forgot... how's that scarf coming along?”

Junko brightened at the topic, nodding her head happily, “Oh, it's coming along great! It looks like a real scarf!” she quickly retrieved the said scarf and brought it to the old woman, to which she inspected closely.

Pleased, she beamed, “I've taught you well. It looks beautiful.”

Junko felt her cheeks warm up from the praise. Hopefully Kakashi would like it as well. Since she started the job in the little supermarket, Mrs. Tsujimura took special care in her, teaching her many handy things such as cooking, medicinal tricks, and knitting. Well, the knitting was upon request. Earlier in the season, the old wife had given Junko a pair of mittens as a gift. When Junko found out that she had made them herself, she asked to be taught. It was fascinating, making wonderful little stuff with one's own hands.

Junko then decided to make Kakashi something special, he being the person she cared most in her life at the moment. It was the least she can do. He was, after all, the one that helped her start life anew.

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Junko

When I was little, my mother and the man she was with at the time, took me to a Noh Mai performance. Noh Mai, is basically a form of traditional dance, as I found out later that night in the theater. I usually didn't go out with my mother and her date, but they just so happened to have an extra ticket and I tagged along. I was entranced with the graceful movements of the performers, as their bodies glided lightly across the stage, the flutes and drums lovingly followed their dance like a hopeless lover.

I couldn't take my eyes off it. I rarely saw beauty in life, and at that point, when I was eleven years old, I decided that this had to be one of the first breathtaking sights I've laid eyes on.

That changed today.

After work, I usually take the more scenic route home from the Tsujimuras' shop, today was no different than any other day of work. There, a little ways down the quiet path, was a nice, big field I'd have to walk through to get to the other path that lead to home. It was a spacious field, that was always nearly empty. It was gorgeous during the spring time. Filled with green grass, flowers. It wasn't known to a majority of the village, obviously. I guess its secluded factor made it more appealing to me.

Upon reaching the snow draped field, I was met with something quite beautiful.

There was Kakashi, training, I guessed. The first thought that came to mind was the Noh Mai dance I had seen twelve years ago...

He carried the same grace, but with an added cunningness, with each strike through the air. I heard the music: the sharp cut through the air, the crunch of the snow and the even, steady breaths.

When the final kick was delivered, the jonin had stopped and lifted his eyes to meet mine. “Yo.”

I slowly smiled and waved.

We walked towards each other, with even steps, meeting in the middle. Even with that mask on, he was still able to create white breaths with each exhale. “Aren't you cold?” I looked down at his sleeveless black shirt and his “ninja pants.” Compared to my three layered outfit, it was nothing.

Both his charcoal and Sharingan eyes glanced over my outfit before chuckling, “I'm fine. You just got off work?”

“Mm,” I nodded, “I've never seen you train here before.” I said. It was true. This was the first.

Kakashi walked to a tree, kneeling by his knapsack. “Yeah, after you told me about this place, I'd thought I'd try it,” placing his headband in place, he looked up at me, eye crinkling happily, “I like it.” He then pulled over a thin sweater and his jonin vest over his chest.

“I'm surprised you haven't caught a cold yet.”

“My immune system can handle it.”

“Are you going home now?” I asked him, as he rose, knapsack in hand.

“Sure. I'll walk you home first.”

I let out a sigh, shaking my head, “I can walk home fine myself-- I do it all the time! You don't have to watch out for me all the time. It's bothersome.”

Kakashi simply ignored me, pulling out the second volume of Icha Icha, quietly reading as he walked ahead of me, towards my home. He must've been tired from training, he didn't put up as much of a fight as he usually would've.

I followed behind him, and we walked on. I kept my eyes on the red swirl on the back of his jonin vest, always staying the same distance away from me. Never too far-- and just close enough.

As much as I'd hate to admit to it, I liked Kakashi being with me. It got lonely sometimes, you know? Especially when the weather is so gloomy... I guess that's why I starved for any sort of attention, whether it'd be from scum or not-- mostly scum.

I yearned for attention and company, I lacked both when I was little, before I was seventeen and ran away from my mother. It's nice to feel protected-- as false and unsteady as it was. I was paid to do what I did, but those men were doing as much as a favor to me as I was to them.

I wanted Kakashi to be around with me-- but, I don't like the feeling of being a nuisance. I rather be alone than be a goddamned burden. I have dignity too.

Just as we passed the road to Kakashi's apartment, I said, “You can go now, you know. I'm not a baby you have to keep your eye on all the time.”

Like before, he pretended to have not heard me and walked on. I laughed to myself. Fine, you want to play?

Expertly, I grabbed a ball of snow from the ground that was abundant with the white ammo, and tossed it directly at Kakashi, hitting him square in the back of the head.

Finally, the ninja stopped-- I couldn't help but laugh. I stood, laughing and pointing, as he turned to face me, a blank expression on his face.

“Mah, what was that for, Junko?”

POOF!

Another snowball in the face.

End Junko.

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Slowly, Kakashi hides his book in his pack, his eye not moving from Junko, who was gathering up more snow.

In the next moment, the snowball came flying and Kakashi dodged it effortlessly, taking shelter behind a tree. A few more snowballs came, hitting the tree. The option of stopping the impending war had crossed his mind, he even tried calling out to the woman, who ignored him just as easily. 'How did that saying go? If you can't beat them, join them?'

Kakashi quickly gathered some snow, making a small group of snowballs and putting it aside. “Junko?”

Said woman, who happened to be using a different tree as a shield, poked her head out, smiling. “Hai? What is it, Kakashi?”

“I think it'd be fair to give you the choice of surrendering, since it will only be a matter of time before I win.” he grinned as Junko cheekily winked. It didn't hurt to try again.

Fwoosh!

Kakashi hid his face just in time to avoid the incoming attack. He sighed. “I've warned you.”

The snowball fight had ensued. Had someone were to pass by, they would've thought kids were playing in the snow, which was normal. Had they listened harder, they'd noticed the voices of the “children” were very matured. Had they cared to stay and watched, they would've discovered that the “children” were actually not children, but adults involved in a laughter filled snowball war.

While playing, Kakashi considered how strange he and Junko must have looked, very immature, someone might have thought.

But, he had to admit, it was fun.

Besides, it wasn't the first time the two have done something wildly out of the norm, for people who are suppose to be adults, at least.

“Ah!” Junko let out a shriek, looking disdained down at her snow covered body. Above her stood Kakashi, standing on a bare branch of the tree that no longer protected her. The branch, she noticed, looked out of place in all the other branches that were thickly covered with snow. In fact, its snow was all over Junko now. “Kakashi! That's mean!”

“Gomen nasai,” he drawled, smiling, he easily leaped down next to Junko, snow ball in hand. Raising his hand, ready to throw, he stopped right before he released it on top of Junko's head.

The woman seemed to be prepared for the hit. She stood her ground, calmly, with her eyes closed. She didn't even wince.

Pulling his hand away, Kakashi looked into Junko's peaceful face. If she were a narcoleptic, she could've passed for being asleep. Her cheeks were flushed from running around, and laughing, presumably. Her ebony lashes didn't even flutter at the slightest movement. Her dark, brown hair draped around her face, pieces of snow sprinkled here and there.

'This,' Kakashi thought, as he gazed at Junko's unmoving face, sparingly freckled with snow, her deep red painted lips, eye-catching, 'is what I find beautiful.'

Suddenly, Kakashi felt it right to kiss her.

Her eyes fluttered slightly when she felt a light touch on her forehead.

She was met with Kakashi's hand as he gently dusted off the stray snow that was in her bangs. His revealed eye curved happily as Junko thanked him. “I thought you were going to shove that snowball in my face.”

“I thought about it,” Kakashi chuckled, “I'm too nice to do it though.” the snowball that was once in his hand was tossed behind him, unused.

Junko just laughed, like she always did. Simple stuff like that made Kakashi happy, because he knew the woman was content. That's all he wanted for her was to be... happy.

He shook his head, 'Kiss her? Crazy.'

No, he wouldn't force it on her. He wouldn't have minded, but perhaps Junko would've. He held Junko with much respect to do something like that.

There was a possibility of ruining a friendship, logically speaking-- that'd break the woman's heart. Not good. Even though Junko probably wouldn't have taken it seriously... Kakashi wasn't going to take a chance with this relationship. It's been a good long while since Junko has been around any men, the bad ones.

And... why was he thinking about doing that anyway?

“Thanks for walking me home.”

Kakashi nods once, “Anytime, you know...” the gentle look in his eyes comforted Junko as he thoughtfully gazed down, “I never thought of you as a burden. All those times I've helped you, I never thought that you were a bother... even if I did lose sleep.”

“I don't want to scare you away, honestly.” she directly answered. Junko's eyes wandered to the ground of snow. She shouldn't have felt embarrassed saying it, Kakashi was her closest friend, after all-- but she did.

“You're not going to, I can't leave you now,” although hard to see, Junko didn't miss the smile forming under the ninja's mask, “you'd be lost without me.”

Kakashi waited for the rebut, the refusal to the obvious truth either person would have a difficult time admitting to. Then, quietly, Junko nodded. “I would be. I would...”

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“It's hopeless.” Tonbo Tobitake dropped his head in disappointment, “I give up.”

Asuma chuckled, pulling out a cigarette from one of his vest pockets, “Ah, don't get all bent out of shape over a girl-- besides, you should've known better, she's already got her eyes set on someone, right?” he handed the lit cigarette to the crestfallen ninja, who gratefully accepted.

“Eh? That cute girl that works at the Tsujimura's? With who?” Kotetsu looked up from one of the many papers Tsunade, the fifth hokage, had forced upon him and Izumo.

“Isn't it obvious?” the jonin jerked a thumb over at the now opening door, which revealed at the appropriate time... “Kakashi.”

“KAKASHI?!” Kotetsu and Tonbo nearly hopped out of their skins. The two men gawked at the nonchalant jonin.

“Hm? Did I miss something?” he tucked his book away and joined Asuma, taking a seat.

“Not much, just discussing the sad love life of Tonbo's..., rather, the lack of one.”

As the rejected man groaned, the room filled with manly laughter. “Who is it this time, Tonbo-san?”

The man who was addressed stayed mute, due to embarrassment. He then cleared his throat and mumbled a name Kakashi didn't catch.

Kotetsu slapped the dejected ninja on the back before guffawing, “The lucky lady was Junko-san.”

The entire room all laid their eyes on Kakashi, waiting for a reaction. With all honesty, Kakashi was a little surprised, he blinked a few times before replying, in a good-natured way, “I'm sorry, Tonbo-san,” he appeared to be genuine in his response. He looked over his colleagues, “but, what has that got to do with me?” he, again, was speaking truthfully.

“Don't play dumb, Kakashi!” Kotetsu accused, index finger pointing at the accused. “You and Junko are dating! Don't deny it because Asuma told us...”

“I didn't say that...”

Another surprise. “Dating?” the masked man laughed, “What are you talking about? We're just friends...”

“They all say that...”

“Anyway, Tonbo-san,” Kakashi turned to the quiet chunin, “don't let my platonic relationship with Junko discourage you. We're not involved like that,” the man rubbed the back of his neck, feeling unsure all of the sudden, and confused. It kind of felt like he was assuring himself, “what gave you guys that idea anyway...?”

The question itself had addressed everyone, but Kakashi had directed it at Asuma more than the others, looking at the other jonin dead in the eyes. “You guys look like a couple.” he answered simply, lighting up a cigarette. It reminded Kakashi of Junko.

“That doesn't necessarily mean we are,” glancing down at the clock, the ninja excused himself, ignoring the pesters of the overly excited Kotetsu.

“Goin' to see Junko-san?” Kotetsu teased as the jonin was about to leave without an explanation.

Kakashi just smiled and shut the door.

“Bye, baa-chan, jii-chan!”

As Junko entered the cold outdoors, shivering, she was surprised to see that someone had been waiting for her by the entrance. Kakashi was quietly waiting in the cold, with nothing but the usual jonin attire, watching the snow fall.

A soft smile pulled at her lips as she watched Kakashi, waiting for him to notice her.

Finally, the man slowly turns to Junko, eye warmly regarding her. In her red coat and bright expression, she successfully managed to stay conspicuous against the white, winter setting.

“Yo.” she raised her hand up in greeting, imitating the usual greeting of the man before her. “What's up?”

“Just thought I'd walk you home again.”

A grim frown and an irritated roll of the eyes, “Why do you do this? I told you I can walk home alone, I've done it plenty of times,” they both walk away from the Tsujimura's grocery store, “without any trouble too.” she adds.

Kakashi laughed, “I know it bugs the hell out of you, that's why I do it.”

“For your own amusement? You should be ashamed of yourself.” the two don't go any further than that on the topic, and walked on.

“Junko...” the woman perked up at her name, curiously looking up at the man walking besides her, “I heard you rejected Tonbo today.” Kakashi side glanced at the woman, watching her brow furrow.

“Ah, how do you know about that?” she asks, not sounding that interested.

“It's hard to avoid information like that when you're friends with the 'hot girl.'”

Junko shrugged, not minding the teasing, “I didn't do it in a mean way,” Kakashi inquired, then what happened? “Well, he just told me he was interested in me and I told him that the feeling wasn't mutual.”

It was in the morning, after an hour or two after she walked into work. Junko had been working at one of the cashiers, and then comes Tonbo, half his head wrapped in bandages (worse than Kakashi's need for secrecy), and two cans of coffee looking panicked and pale. Junko was familiar with the chunin.

The first time they met was outside the hokage building when she had picked up the legal papers for her new apartment, Kakashi had been there, so he had to introduced her to Tonbo and the other ninjas, which was just common courtesy. He was a usual customer at the Tsujimura's and always came around to buy lunch, so they got to see one another often.

Anyhow, the man was purchasing the beverages and when Junko had dropped the change in his trembling hand, Tonbo had stiffly asked her if she wanted to get some lunch with him, and told her, in a rushed kind of way, that he liked her. It was a tense and awkward moment.

She remembered looking around, and catching Mrs. Tsujimura watching a ways off behind Tonbo, looking nervous and whispering something to herself. The old woman only relaxed after Junko sadly smiled before gently declining. Tonbo, as crushed as his pride might've been, was very good about the rejection and left with his drinks, just as normally as he had walked in.

Kakashi arched a brow, hoping her words weren't exact to what she had said to him in her shortened version of the story. “You didn't word it like that, did you?”

She quickly looked over at the ninja, and shook her head, “Of course not. He's a nice guy. Why would I do that? I was just giving you a short summary.” Kakashi relaxed at the response. Of course not. Junko wasn't cold-hearted like that. In a way, he rather she accepted kindly than hear that she rejected poor Tonbo in a cruel manner.

'But she did reject him.'

“Did some other guy win your heart?”

Junko doesn't say anything for awhile. She only walked on, looking ahead, seeming to not have heard Kakashi. Finally, the woman turned to him with a smirk, and a glint in her eyes, “Many.”

If it hadn't been over a year of knowing Junko, and knowing the pains she went through to leave the troubled life she hopelessly lead, Kakashi might've taken her seriously. But since that wasn't the case, he only shook his head and chuckled. “I'm sorry I asked.”

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Kakashi

We walked on without anymore words, only the snow accompanying our walk as we approached Junko's apartment complex. When we reached the front of the building, I saw Junko's face light up, “Wait here, okay?” I couldn't say 'yes' or 'no,' she had briskly started going upstairs, leaving me out in the cold, snowing and all.

I started to randomly think about Tonbo, and how sad the guy must've felt. I wonder if it's a good idea, leaving him with the other guys... sometimes men have a weird way of cheering a fellow male up. I suppose he'll be fine. I couldn't help but feel sympathetic.

Actually, my initial plan wasn't to go see Junko and walk her home, I don't know what it was anymore, something like cleaning out the cabinets at home, but I changed plans after seeing the guys and hearing about Tonbo. I didn't rush over to comfort Junko-- no, if anyone need any sort of consoling, it was Tonbo, but I wasn't too close of a friend, and I suppose I'm the last guy he'd want to hang around. All of them seemed convinced that Junko and I have a thing going on.

Does it really look like that? I treat her like I'd treat any other friend...

Well, I don't think about seriously kissing them. Not even the female ones.

...How did it become like this?

I remember the first night we met, the first of many involving problematic Junko. I had helped Junko escape the wrath of my landlady, and then helping Junko get inside her apartment, which was being paid by Matsuda at the time. When I walked away from her and her smile that seemed to hold me and isolate me from the world, I didn't know just how close we were going to become.

At first, it was just... Junko. Smoking, laughing, kind, troubled, smiling Junko. Junko that I didn't mind seeing from time to time, the eccentric girl that I found made me just as happy and wanted as I made her feel. And that was fine.

Now...

I felt the wall behind me as I leaned back, looking at the almost blinding white sheet of snow on the floor.

Now, what?

What if Junko wasn't so connected to my everyday life? If we didn't hold the bond we have now. How would life be?

A little dull, I suppose. No kids. Just jobs. My books. The usual company, minus one.

I'd be a liar if I didn't admit that that one person, means a lot to me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't care about her--

“Kakashi! Sorry it took so long.” A little out of breath, pink in the cheeks, Junko appeared, jumping off the second to the last step, landing unsteadily before regaining her balance and walked up to me, a wide grin on her face and something hidden behind her back.

I blinked, tilting my head slightly, futilely glancing at the hidden object. “I got something for you.”

“A bomb?” Junko frowns, shaking her head.

“Close your eye!” she demands, excited.

I grin at her before I obediently did as I was told. I waited in the darkness I made for myself, and then felt my hand being gently pulled from my side. I was told to look at the very second the thing was placed into my hand.

I looked down at my gift. I was a teal knit scarf. There was no fancy, decorative patterns on it, just a solid colored teal scarf. It was nice and soft to the touch. When I had not said anything, Junko, in an almost offended tone asks, “Don't you like it?”

“Of course I like it,” with the simple reply, I see the glow from her face begin to slowly fade. It was at that moment I knew. “You made it beautifully. I was just admiring the quality of it.”

As soon as the words left my mouth, she returned to her happy state. Least to say, she was overjoyed.

While I watched the flushed woman, modestly looking to her side, basked in the streetlight that had come on only seconds ago, giving her an ethereal presence I felt an odd void being filled up inside me. It was comforting, but it ached at the same time.

“You're always walking around in the cold with no more than you wear in the summer. I don't care if you're a ninja or not, you're going to get sick one of these days,” she takes the scarf from my hands and placed it around my neck, tying it securely, but not too tightly. “it worries me to think of stuff like that.” I watched her peaceful, relaxed face. Clean of any stress, smooth. The only lines that were visible were the faint ones of the corner of her mouth from smiling.

I want to kiss her.

Her brown eyes calmly looked up at me, startled, when my hands grasped onto hers, which were still holding onto my newly made scarf.

I hold her in my gaze for a few seconds, watched as she let out shaky breaths. Was she cold, or nervous? And when did we get so close? My face was only a few inches from hers, did I unconsciously pull her towards me? My brain was going a little crazy. I wasn't sure what was happening. Everything was in chaos. Not the proper time to do anything.

I never do anything if my head is in a frenzy.

Gently, I brought her by now warmed hands up to my face, bringing them up to my lips and softly kissed them.

“Thank you.” I smiled at her.

I released her hands and she carefully reclaimed them, as if any sudden movements would've made me grab at them again. They safely made it back to her sides. My hands were hidden in my pockets and I coolly regarded her.

“...You're welcome.” she says, a little more than late of a response.

I arch a brow at her, “I didn't think you were the type to fall under such a simple, cheesy gesture.”

She chuckles, shaking her head, “Usually, I'm not. But...” her brown eyes, wide and warm look up at me, “you did it in a way where it really touched me. Never felt something like it before.”

I didn't quite know what to say. Honestly, my mind was fried and I wasn't sure how to break it to this woman that I was in love with her.

Insecurity, perhaps?

“While you're in a state of euphoria, I'll take this chance to return to the wonderful paperwork that's waiting for me at the office,” I had suddenly remembered why I had come into the office earlier today, where everyone discussed of Tonbo's misfortune. For once, paperwork and writing reports sounded like the safest thing right now. Orderly stuff.

Junko started to stop me, I only heard half of my name before Shunshin no Jutsu was executed.

End Kakashi.

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Junko

Kakashi always told me to not go out alone during the evening, always have someone-- someone like a friend-- walk around with me. I've been a good girl in the past and had Sakura, Tsuki from next door, and sometimes one of the jonin walk with me whenever it was a bit too late. But tonight, I needed to be alone.

My heart was racing. I kept thinking back to Kakashi's face, how close it was to mine, I could feel the body heat. And when he kissed my hands, I couldn't believe how I reacted. I was so... pleased and touched. I've kissed guys before, obviously. But it was never like that. It was definitely different.

The lucky pair, (not my lips) my hands, were over my heart, feeling the violent hitting against my chest, like some frantic drum. During the time after he let go of my hands and right before he escaped, I was reviewing my year long stay in Konoha. Really freakin' long for me. I usually don't go over five months. I didn't even need to ask around for directions anymore, I was that familiar with the village.

It's been awhile since I've seen a guy. Like, going out, dating. Never found the need to. Never thought of it seriously until now. I always thought I didn't have time. It wasn't that though. I work five times a week, I have weekends off. What do I do? Spend them with Kakashi.

I wasn't with him all the time, I had my days with Sakura, Kurenai, and whoever. It was just, being with Kakashi made me feel... very sure and secure with my life. He helped me get back up on my feet, and before then, he was a safe haven. He's so... involved in my life. He's my best friend, yeah. But, am I in love with him?

I feel my insides quivered. In love? What the hell is love?

I run a hand through my now tangled hair. Grunting at a particularly painful knot being pulled by my trembling fingers.

I never felt it before. I thought I had once. The first guy I met at age seventeen was Tonshi. He wasn't the best looker, but he said he had feelings for me, so I went for him. Said if I went with him, we could live together somewhere in Suna and all that shit. He was an alright guy at the time. So I said, sure, why would I say no to a way out of my mother's ignorant, selfish lifestyle? Not like she cared if I left.

So Tonshi and I definitely go together. But it wasn't like what he told me. We made it to Suna alright, but he turned out to be a real prick. He was just as selfish as my mother was, and immature. So what did I do? I left. Found Hiraku-san (I think that was his name) and I was in Kusa in less than a week. From the start, love was absent.

It was easier that way.

Then I go and meet Kakashi.

I didn't intend for love. But I guess it can't be helped. It was like my first sunrise alone. It was about two years after leaving my mother, I had returned to Suna with someone else, up on the roof of the hotel, I watched the sunrise, watching it's eternal and short rise, returning to the sky. It was uplifting. When I watched it, I didn't realize just how in love I was until after it was done. I wanted more of its beauty.

Being use to the dull, angry, sad world, Kakashi was a welcoming and warm presence. It's no wonder I fell in love.

I loosened my coat up. Maybe my heart will stop beating so fast if I didn't feel like I was being suffocated by this damn coat...

Does Kakashi feel that way too? Since when? We got along but it's hard to tell...

“Little lady, you feeling okay?” surprised, I looked up at kind, blue eyes, worriedly looking down at me.

Wait. Down at me? Wide-eyed, I realized one side of my body was lying on the snow and I was shivering.

--God, it was hard to breathe.

Does he love me? I'm I imagining all of this?

I feel the tears stream down my eyes, and it feels as if my throat is being closed up. I tried screaming, but nothing comes out. I only continue to gasp and struggle. I hear the man start to yell and I feel myself being picked up.

Oh god, no, please. No. I don't need this right now. In the midst of suffocating, I started to thrash. He tries to calm me down as he began to run.

I feel my eyes close, am I dying?

Even as this is going on, drowning on air, being abducted, I couldn't help but laugh at myself in my head because the only person I was thinking about was Kakashi.

End Junko.

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Author's Note: Thanks everyone for the sweet messages! I'm busy with school and so it's really hard to update ANY of my stories, so I appreciate you guys being supportive and patient! Hope you enjoyed the chapter-- YIKES! Cliffhanger.