100 Themes fics

Title: Light

Pairing: KakaIru

Rating: PG

Warnings: Yaoi M/M relationship, no sexual content, WAFF, angst, Oneshot, COMPLETE

Summary: Continuation of illusion

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto



Dedicated to Lenap, written for 100 themes



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Iruka hated this time of day, and he glared at the open window as though he blamed it for what he knew was coming. He swallowed and closed his eyes, attempting to push himself back off to sleep in a vain attempt to make the moment not come, to make time stop. It didn't work. The sun slowly peaked in through the window, causing his eyelids to glow red, so he turned over. It was a mistake, and he regretted it immediately, eyes opening instinctively. A deep gray eye stared back at him, silver hair blocking the other from his view.



"You're awake." He stated the fact, feeling foolish for being caught in the game he played with sunlight. There was a movement under the mask that Iruka knew immediately was a frown.



"So are you," Kakashi said simply in answer.



Iruka nodded, averting his eyes as he did. He always woke up before the sun rose. It was like he could sense it coming to the point that, even when the other wasn't in his bed, he woke; and he was starting to forget ever having slept in.



"Close your eyes." The words were barely above a whisper.



Looking back up, Iruka shook his head. "You don't need to kiss me goodbye."



"Close your eyes," Kakashi repeated a little more firm the second time.



A soft sigh escaped the chunin's lips. Iruka both loved and hated those words, and they twisted inside his chest painfully. He hated mornings, hated goodbyes, and he hated that, despite the outcome that always came, he longed for night. "Don't... just... go ahead and leave."



Pale fingers slid up to his face, the touch soft. "Close your eyes, Iruka," Kakashi said, then dragged his fingers over Iruka's eyes.



Iruka closed his eyes at the touch and, despite desperately wanting to, didn't open them again even when the hand pulled away, a tear sliding over the bridge of his nose to join the other before they both slid over his face. "I hate mornings," he choked out.



"Go back to sleep, Iruka, it's not morning," Kakashi said, pulling the blanket up around them as he wrapped his arms around Iruka. "Never will be."



More tears joined the first two, and Iruka buried his face into the crook of Kakashi's neck. He hadn't meant for Kakashi to see him cry, or for his lover to even realize he was awake, but he had; and Iruka was silently glad of it. "Good. I hate mornings."



"So do I."