In My Dreams

Just A Dream

By Mija


Disclaimer~ I Do NOT own Naruto or company. Ok warnings, this is M/M. Some cussing, sexual situations, but mostly fluff. Characters may be OOC. But for this particular plot thingy it is necessary. And before anyone complains, yes bad grammar, syntax, spelling, pronunciation, etc. I’ve always had problems with this. And for some reason I can not seem to fathom, when I write it out, the format is just fine, when I put it up on the posting thing, its all right, but when it gets uploaded it comes out all wrong. I have no idea why, but I will try my best to fix it. PSS. And for anyone who wonders, this is actually a sort of true story, this has been happening to me over the years ever since I can remember. Oh and I don’t actually remember when Kakashi lost his mom so I am just writing it as I see it k? And I don’t remember how old Kakashi or Iruka were when kakashi first took Naruto and company as his genin team, so I am guessing ok? So no throwing pointy heavy things at me. Thank you.


Age 5


“Don’t leave me!” Came the anguished cry of a thin silver haired boy who sat up in bed, sweat covering his face and arms. Wisps of silver locks stuck to the damp brows and forehead of the little boy, whose face was contorted in sorrow, tears streaming down his cheeks, his arm was out stretched, as if reaching for something or someone.

The light to the boys room came on and a woman came in and rushed to her sons bed, pulling him into her arms as he shivered and tried to hold in the sobs that he wanted to cry out. But even at five, the boy knew he was not to cry, crying was for babies and he was not a baby, he was a ninja and ninja’s didn’t cry.

“Was it the same dream?” Asked the soothing calming voice of the woman who was his mother. He clung to her and did his best to keep the cries inside, but his body still shook with the sorrow, with the hurt, with the loneliness that engulfed him right now.

“Yeees.” came the whispered pain filled hiss. His heart ached, he felt lost and alone. He hated these dreams, he was only five, but he knew for a fact that he had been having these dreams since he could remember dreaming. They were never the same, except for the feeling, the emotions behind it. He both hated them and loved them and wished they would just stop, or let him live in his dreams forever.

“Was it him again? The boy?” Asked his mother, already knowing about his sons dreams. Her son had been having them since he was one, and if she could prove it she would swear he had been having them even longer, before he could even talk, when he couldn’t tell her what hurt him, what made him wake up at odd hours of the night crying as if someone had taken something precious from him, something he could not live without. That is how he woke up from these dreams, they didn’t happen often, maybe once or twice a year or every other year, they were not like clock work and very unpredictable.

“Where was he this time?” His mother asked, referring to the boy in his dreams, the same boy he had dreamt of all his life it seemed. It was always the same boy, at least that is what her son told her, he was confident it was always the same one, but the dreams were always different, but the meaning behind them the same, the boy would leave him and leave her son with a hole bleeding in his heart.

“He was on the other side of the river…he, he was smiling, calling me..I tried to get to him..I tried, the water was so high, the bridge was out…I called out to him, told him to wait for me…he smiled…and I started to shout to him to wait for me…but he just kept smiling as I jumped into the river and tried to swim to him, bu…but as, as I was crawling up the bank a fog came, I could see him but he was getting farther and farther way from me…I could see him smiling, he was calling me, and I was trying to get to him, I……I was begging him mom…I didn’t want to see him leave me again…but he did…he left me and I felt so alone, so alone my heart was breaking in to little pieces…he left me again but I could hear his voice, he kept saying ’Not yet..but soon..soon’…and he disappeared mom, he vanished and I looked everywhere for him and I couldn’t find him..I couldn’t find him and my heart felt like it was bleeding…it won’t stop mom, it hurts so much, why does it hurt? Why does it hurt? Make it stop mom, please make it stop.” begged the silver haired boy as he couldn‘t fight it any longer and cried out his grief and sorrow into his mothers comforting bosom.

“It’s ok baby, its ok, it will stop soon I promise, I promise.” Cooed his mother in the most soothing and tender voice any mother could as she rocked her waif of a son in her arms as he cried into her night gown.

She cursed these dreams, she hated to see her son so forlorn and filled with pain. What mother could sit by and watch her sons heart break more than any person’s heart could take in such a short amount of time? He was only five for God’s sake. Why did he have these dreams? Why did he have to endure them? She hated to see her son like this. It tore at her heart every time he had one, and when she finally got him to sleep, wiping his tears away, she prayed silently but feverishly that her son would never have another dream like this again for as long as he lived.

But even as she laid her son down and tucked him into the covers, she knew he would. For some reason she could not seem to fathom or understand, her son dreamt of a boy who in his dreams he could see clearly, hear clearly and loved with all his heart and soul, but as he would get closer to the boy, he was sure was his soul mate, he would slip through his fingers and disappear. He would wake up reaching for this phantom, crying and calling out for him, begging him not to leave him. Once he had even told his mother that he wished he would never wake up, that he could stay in his dream forever with him, the boy who smiled at him and loved him like no one ever could or would. She wondered how her son, so young and still immature, could know what true love was or that anyone could love him more than her. But he was sure of it, her son knew without a doubt in the world that this boy, this boy he had dreamed off all his life was his life partner, the one destined for him and him alone. So young yet so wise her son had told her that this was the boy he would be with the rest of his life, if and when he ever found him, he would know with out a doubt in the world. Her son could not remember what the boy looked like when he woke up, but he remembered how it felt to be with him, how happy it made him to be in his arms, to be smiled at with all the trust and love in the world.

“It hurts so much when I wake up mom…I want to be with him forever and when I wake up and he’s not here I hurt so much inside I want to die.” had been the first remembered words her son had spoken of the boy in his dreams when he had woken up one night. Words that she always recalled when he had one of these dreams. How could you love something so much and with such passion that you would give up everything and anything to be with them? Even if it was just a dream?
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Age 13


“Wait! Don’t Leave!” Came the anguished cry, before said boy sat bolt up, reaching for thin air, fingers grasping for something out of his reach, something that he was sure had only been there a second ago.

The silver haired youth was covered in sweat and his breath was ragged. He looked around and could barely make out the moon through the dense canopy of trees all around him. For a minute he couldn’t recall where he was, then a movement and a whisper reached his ears and he knew where he was.

“Was it the same dream?” Asked the whispered voice of his team mate that sat against a tree trunk not far from his own bed roll. Kakashi looked at his team mate and snorted.

“What are you talking about?” Came Kakashi’s reply. He felt stupid enough as is was for having woken up to one of THEM, again, but he would be damned if he admitted it to his teammate slash rival. These were private. His dreams. Those stupid dreams he had been having all his life. Even now it took all it had within him not to shake and shiver like some child. It took all he his will power to not clutch his chest and rub the ache he was feeling even now. Why did it have to hurt so damn much? He couldn’t even remember what the stupid dream was about, except………except for him. The boy, the youth that haunted him, that taunted him with that smile, his brown eyes dark pools of an emotion Kakshi couldn’t name but felt to his very marrow.

“You know what I’m talking about Hatake….you’ve had it before you know…once….when our team was first formed. I heard you, you called out just like tonight, and reached for something….or someone, your breathing was short and choppy like now, and you had tears in your eyes, I saw it, even as you wiped it away so no one would see it. But I did, I saw it, and I saw what your face looked like while you had that dream, like you had it now, saw your face when you woke up, just like now. Who are you looking for when you wake up Hatake?” Asked Obito Uchiha, his voice not amused or mocking as it usually was when speaking to Kakashi. Kakashi looked at his rival slash teammate and frowned.

Obito never looked so serious, and never talked to him like that, so why now? Over some stupid dream? Was this a trick? Was Obito going to make fun of him later? Tease him for it?

“What do you care?” Asked Kakashi in his gruff breaking timber, already his voice was changing from boy to man. You could hear the suspicion in it though, and Obito was not as dense as Kakashi liked to believe. Kakashi may be a prodigy genius but he was not exactly stupid you know.

“You dream about your soul mate don’t you?” Obito asked in a awed yet saddened sort of tone, and Kakashi’s frown deepened as he looked over at his team mate, and even in the darkness that seemed to engulf every single source of light, he could see his rival’s face clearly, and Obito looked awed, and deadly serious.

“You know, they say people who dream of their soul mates are special, favored by the God’s, they say people like this know from the day they are born who their one and only true loves will be, they say that when a person is conceived they are all born with knowledge of their other halves…but when we are born and grow up, we forget them, we loose track of them. Some of the lucky ones find their other halves purely by accident of course and live long happy lives with them, others never find them in this life. But some…very few are born and still know who their other halves are, who their soul mates are, they say these special few dream of them, call out to them and wish more than anything to stay with them, with their other half. They say when they wake up they feel the tearing away of their other half and hurt as if the pain were real, as if reliving the day they were first torn from their other self, over, and over and over again. People say that these people who dream of their other halves are special, unique, but I think they are truly the unlucky ones, the cursed ones.” Explained Obito, looking up at his teammate with a sad look in his eyes.

“What do you mean?” Kakashi asked, scared to know, yet eagerly waiting with baited breath, this was the first time in his entire life, anyone had ever spoken to him of anything remotely explainable about his dreams. He wondered how Obito knew of it.

“Well they say those who know about their true love, their soul mates are special, favored, but I don’t think they are, I think they are cursed, I mean who wants to live their whole life dreaming of the one they were meant to be with to only wake up knowing they aren’t really there? They say the pain of loosing them over and over again is so bad you feel like dying. Who wants to live like that? Why would anyone think that, that person is lucky to feel that sort of pain over and over again all their lives? And what of the ones who dream of their other halves knowing they are out there but not knowing where? What happens to them when they die without ever having been reunited with them? To know they are out there, that there is someone out there who is your other self but not able to be with them? I don’t think I would want to live like that Kakashi, and I don’t wish it upon anyone, not even you.” Stated Obito as he looked at his rival and gave him a goofy grin, no malice or mocking in it, just a goofy grin with no real bit to it.

“Who are they?” Kakashi asked.

“They who?” Obito asked with confusion.

“You said THEY say…who are they? The ones who told you about the dreams?”

“Don’t really know, I mean that’s how they always tell the story.”

“Who told you about the story?”

“My grandmother….before she died……..she told me about these dreams she used to have all her life…she dreamed of this man, she couldn’t remember what he looked like when she woke up, but she knew that he was the same man every time she dreamt of him, she said it was her soul mate, the person who owned the other half of her soul, the one that God had tied to her before she was even born….she said she would dream of him every now and then and when she was asleep and with him, all she felt was complete, happy, so WHOLE and alive, but when she woke up, she would wake up crying, her heart feeling like it was torn in half and bleeding….all she wanted to do was go back to sleep and be with HIM, but she never could, and knowing he was out there and not with her hurt more than anything she had ever felt. She told me the day she married our grandfather, that he wasn’t the one she dreamt of, that he wasn’t the man she was destined to be with, That a year before she married my grandfather she had woken up shaking and crying like she had been stabbed in the heart. She said she knew, she knew in that moment that the one she was destined to be with had died, had left this world and left her. She told me it was the worst pain she had ever felt in her life, like someone had cut her in two and taken a part of her soul. She remembers that the day before she married my grandfather she dreamt of her soul mate one last time, he was smiling at her, telling her that it was ok, that it wasn’t meant to be, that someday they would be together but not in this lifetime, and she woke up crying. She said she got married and never dreamt of her soul mate after that, at least not till a week before she died…she woke up crying one night, I heard her and went to her room to see if she was alright, she had tears on her face and she couldn’t stop crying. It scared me to see her like that, I had never seen my grandmother cry before, not even when any of my aunts or uncles or cousins would die on a mission or in an accident or something, so when she cried that night I was pretty damn scared you know?”

“When she could finally talk, after I let her hug me till I couldn’t breath and my night shirt was wet and sticky with all her tears, she told me she dreamed of her soul mate, she told me that he came to her and told her it was time, that soon they would finally be together. She looked so happy that night, yet anxious, as if she couldn’t wait. I didn’t understand any of it till the night before she died, when she told me about the dreams, told me the story, she knew that that night when he had come to her that she was going to die and be with him, that although he didn’t say when it would be soon, and they would be together again, forever. My grandmother died the next day, a smile on her face and a glow on her that I had never seen before. I remember thinking how lucky she was to have died happy…but then I thought about how sad she looked when she was alive. And I knew….I knew that the people like her, the so called lucky ones who dreamt of their soul mates, were not so lucky after all. I mean she spent her whole life dreaming of the man she was meant to be with, dreamt of his death and felt it in her being without ever having met him in life. And the only time she was truly happy was in her dreams and the day she died? What kind of life is that?”

“A painful one.” Whispered Kakashi, rubbing his chest and feeling the ache of his so called other half missing. He knew exactly what Obito’s grandmother felt, because he felt it too, felt the sorrow of loosing the one you knew you were meant to be with over and over again. Knowing they were out there but you just hadn’t found them yet. It hurt so bad when you woke up that you wished you could just die already, rather than feel that loneliness, that agonizing separation. He didn’t even want to think of how it would feel to dream of his soul mate dying and leaving this world without him, he didn’t think he could take that, it was all he could do NOW to just live with knowing he was out there some where, just out of his reach. He didn’t even WANT to imagine what it would be like to KNOW he would forever be out of his reach.

“You had the same look on your face you know….the one my grandmother had when I saw her, the look of happiness as you dreamt of your soul mate, and the look of pain when you woke up of loosing them. I don’t envy you Kakashi, I envy a lot about you but not that, I don’t think I could handle knowing that my other half was out there but not knowing where, dreaming of him or her, living with the knowledge that you may never find them in this life, yet knowing that they had been out there once….I think it would drive me nuts you know?”

“Ya, I do.” Replied kakashi in a whisper before he laid back in his bundle and pulled the covers over his head, praying for the first time in his life that he didn’t dream about HIM again, he couldn’t, he didn’t want to do it anymore, it hurt too damn much, and he knew for damn sure he never wanted to dream of him dying. He knew he would definitely go crazy, if not crazy then he knew he would die the moment he woke up, because he knew without a doubt in his mind, that if his other half left him for good then life wouldn’t be worth living anymore, and he couldn’t live like that, not anymore, not now. He was a shinobi damn it and he had a life, he had things he needed to do, wanted to do, he couldn’t waste one more moment thinking of HIM. No more, please God no more. Kakashi prayed over and over as he drifted back to sleep.
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Age 20

“FUCK!” came the growled voice of a lean mean killing machine, as he woke up and grabbed at the ache in his chest. At least this time I’m not crying or reaching out for him. Thought Kakashi as he got up from his bed and walked over to the sink in his tiny bathroom. He looked at his image in the mirror and snorted.

“Fuck.” he said again, only this time a tad lower and with less of a bit to it. He hadn’t had one of THOSE dreams since that night in the forest, when he was 13 and Obito had told him about his grandmother. He had forgotten about the dreams. Had forgotten how painful they could be when you woke up.

He could still feel it, feel the way his arms felt wrapped around him, holding him, his chest warm against his cheek as he listened to his heart beat. Vaguely he could hear a poor echo of laughter, the sound of both their voices as they laughed together, but most of all he saw a smile, so bright, so full of emotion that it hurt to think about. Kakashi recalled how happy he felt, how complete and whole he was, content and at peace, a peace he couldn’t recall ever feeling before. Especially now.

Now his life was so full of death, blood and gore there wasn’t much remotely happy about it, except that it was kakashi’s life and he had learned to live with it, and he was content. At least as content as a shin obi could be with his status. Anbu were not meant to be a cheerful happy lot, but at least he was alive and remotely content and that is all he could hope for.

Then this damn dream had to come back. Why? Why now damn it? He had thought them over, over and done with long ago. Had he not prayed for them to stop? And they had, why now? Why come back now?

Kakashi growled as he rammed his fist into the mirror, making many tiny slivered images of him appear all over the broken glass. He grabbed his head band and put it over his weeping red eye. Damn Obito you cry baby. Funny how it was you who never wanted to dream dreams like mine or your grandmothers and its you who cries now.

Damn it! He couldn’t do this, he couldn’t deal with these dreams again, not now. Why? Why did they start again? Why now? He couldn’t deal with them right now, he was an Anbu, he lived a very dangerous life, a life that didn’t leave room for love, for romance and definitely no room for silly kids stuff like dream lovers and soul mates. It was all stupid and a bunch of bull shit.

But even as his mind rationalized all this, and told him what was true, his heart still ached. He rubbed his chest and willed the pain to leave him, and although it did fade, it didn’t leave entirely, for the rest of that day, he couldn’t help but feel incomplete, alone, only half there. He felt like he was missing something, like he had lost something dear and precious. It was like walking in a fog, half asleep and half awake. He didn’t like feeling like this, not one bit. This of course only served to make him pissed off and a tad grumpier than usual. Fucking dreams.
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Age 26


The moment he saw him his gasped. He literally let out a choked out breath he had no idea he had been holding. The third looked at him and frowned.

“Is everything alright Kakashi?” The third asked with concern. He knew Kakashi since he was the Yondaime’s student and even then the boy was usually reserved and rarely if ever showed any emotions. To hear him gasp through that mask and see the stunned look on his one visible eye, worried him. After all they were only looking through his looking glass at the genin team he wanted Kakashi to take on, he couldn’t see anything in what they were seeing that would cause such a reaction.

Of course many people often had that reaction to Naruto, those who knew of the demon he held within him, but Kakashi had known about Naruto since the day Naruto was born. So that could not be it, and the Uchiha? Well he knew of that too. There was nothing awe inspiring about Haruno and the only other person in the looking glass was their academy sensei Iruka Umino and there wasn’t much to him either, other than that he was a good teacher and a good man. Someone the third respected, but nothing that would make Kakashi gasp like that.

“I…I’m fine Hokage-sama.” Replied Kakashi as he pulled himself together. He shook his head to rid himself of the odd feeling in his gut. Why had seeing the face and the laughter of Umino san with his students make Kakashi feel odd inside? Like he had known him his entire life? It was weird and he didn’t like the feeling at all.
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“They are not your students anymore, but my soldiers.” Came the cold tone of the Copy nin as he rebuked Iruka Umino for speaking out on his recommendation to put his team up for the chuunin exams.

The look on Iruka’s face was almost comical, if not for the fact that seeing the anger and the hurt in those chocolate colored orbs, made Kakashi not want to laugh but stick a kunai into his heart. What was it about this man that made him want to hug him? To sooth all his worries and fears? To do anything to make him smile at him like he had the first time they met? Why did seeing hurt in his eyes make him want to sock something? Why couldn’t he stop thinking of this ordinary plain academy sensei? He was cute sure, but not extraordinary. He was extremely tanned, he had an interesting scar over the bridge of his nose and he wore his long hair up in a pony tail. He saw the love the man had for his students, but also saw the quick temper he had when provoked. All in all he couldn’t say there was anything special about the man, except for the fact that he couldn’t get the damn chuunin out of his mind and that made him angry, it pissed him off damn it, and he didn’t know WHY?
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“So?” asked Kakashi as he sat on the edge of the roof as he felt the presence of Iruka appear behind him, he didn’t have to look to know Iruka was disguised as a nin from grass. He had just come back from testing team seven, to see if they were truly ready for the exams ahead.

Kakashi had not meant to let Iruka get to him, to let his concerns get in the way of what he thought right for his team, but he couldn’t shake the memory of Iruka’s eyes, the concern, the fears and his saddness at the thought of them being hurt and not ready for an exam that could very well maim if not kill one of his ex students, especially Naruto, it was no secret that Iruka held a special place in his heart for the Kyuubi vessel.

So when Iruka had approached him after the nominations, to not apologize so to speak but for speaking out of turn. Kakashi had offered Iruka a deal. Why? He wasn’t sure, still wasn’t to be honest but something inside of him couldn’t help it, he felt like he NEEDED to put the academy sensei at ease. He didn’t want to see that look of hurt or worry in those brown eyes anymore, so he had bargained with the chuunin.

Iruka would test them in anyway he saw fit. He would put the brats threw a test to see if they were ready for the test, try to steer them away from competing in the exams. If Iruka could manage to get just ONE of them to back off the exams then kakashi would have to let them, it was the rules. That’s why you didn’t particularly tell them that or that if one of them said no then the entire team had to back out as well, they could only compete as a team, so if Iruka could get one of them to back off then team seven would not compete in the chuunin exams, regardless of what Kakashi wanted.

Why Kakashi let Iruka do this he could not fathom, but for some reason he couldn’t help but offer this one thing to the scarred man.

“You were right, they aren’t my students anymore, but your soldeirs, they are ready for the exams and I have no right to stand in their way.” Iruka replied with a sigh. It hurt his pride, but he was man enough to admit his mistakes, Kakashi admired him for that.

“Good, I’m glad your satisfied.” Kakashi stated as he vanished in a puff of smoke.
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{Set during the time lapse, while Naruto’s out training with Jiriaya}


Iruka woke up to the person next to him holding him tight, so tight that he was straining a bit to breath. He looked over at his lover who was looking at him with this look Iruka couldn’t gage. It was sort of awe, sort of wonderment and a bit dazed like, as if something had dawned on his lover that he had been struggling with for ages.

“Kakashi? What’s wrong?” Iruka asked, turning in his lovers arms so that they were face to face with each other. At first Kakashi just stared at him with this odd sort of look, they he smiled.

“How long we been dating Iruka?” Kakashi asked. Surprised and confused by the question he answered it none the less.

“Dating? About three years, around the time of the chuunin exams, living together for just a little over a year now, why?”

“This is going to sound stupid and totally lame but….I…” Kakashi started but couldn’t seem to finish. Iruka knew that Kakashi had issues with commitment and even saying words like I care for you or love you were not in the mans vocabulary. Iruka learned to live with this, knowing somewhere inside of him that Kakashi truly cared and loved him, he didn’t need to say the words to know they were true.

“You what?”

“I…I think I dreamt you to life….I mean, I think I’ve loved you before we ever met.” Kakashi stated and this time Iruka was looking all shocked and dazed.

“What?”

“Like I said it’s stupid and its corny as fuck, but I’m serious Iruka, I think, no that’s not right, I KNOW for a fact that I loved you before I ever saw you.”

“And how do you figure that? You couldn’t stand me when we first met.”

“Not true…the first time I actually saw you was in the thirds looking glass..I knew at the very first site of you that you were the man I was destined to be with, the man I’ve loved my entire life, the man I’ve been dreaming about since the day I was born.”

“Liar, you couldn’t stand me.”

“No, I could stand you well enough, in fact all I wanted to do was be with you, but I fought it, I tried my best to make you hate me, to keep you as far from me as possible, but you wouldn’t let it be, you saw past all of that and kept trying, you reached out to me and made me your friend.”

“Till you made me your lover…the funny thing is, I knew you were the one, I don’t know how or when I actually knew this, but when we first kissed I knew that you and I were meant to be together, I just felt it in my very soul. We were meant to be. But I was sure you didn’t feel the same, at least I didn’t think so then.”

“And now?”

“I’m not sure, I think you love me, even without the words, my heart tells me you care for me, that you love me more than anything, and whether that’s true or not I don’t care, all that matters to me is that I feel it and you have never given me any reason to doubt otherwise.”

“Because I cant….we WERE meant to be together Iruka and I know this as fact, not just a feeling, not just some random thing you did to make me love you, because I do love you Iruka, never doubt it for one second. But I know because all my life I’ve dreamt of this man, this chocolate eyed man with a smile that could light the deepest darkness, the other half of my heart, my soul. I’ve dreamt of him my entire life and knew that when I met him I would finally be complete, I would be whole, I would be with the man I was destined to be with for the rest of my life.”

“Your right, that is stupid and so very corny.” Iruka teased, but Kakashi didn’t laugh. Instead he told Iruka about his dreams, of the way he felt while having them and how he felt when he woke up. He told him of the moment he first saw Iruka and knew then that Iruka had been the one he had dreamt of, that there was no doubt in his mind that Iruka was his soul mate, the one he had been waiting for his entire life.

“How do you know it was me and not someone else?” iruka asked, already knowing in his heart but not sure how, that Kakashi was right, they were meant to be together, forever.

“As I said, I’ve known I loved you before we ever meet, and when I saw you I knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was YOUR smile I saw in my dreams, your deep brown pools of love that stared at me with so much love and trust in them. I knew that when I saw you I would know immediately who you were, and I did.”

“What made you bring this up now? Why tell me this all of a sudden in the middle of the night? Did you have one of your DREAMS?” iruka asked, fearful of the answer, because if he had then it meant Iruka was NOT the man in his dreams, that he was probably still out there somewhere, waiting for him.

“Ya, I did, but you want to know something? Tonight I saw his face clearly, but the most important part? Was that I remembered it when I woke up, and it was your face I saw in my dreams Iruka, the face I’ve been seeing in my dreams all my life, was yours and waking up to see it still there, it was the most beautiful feeling in the world. I finally met him, know him, love him with every part of my being, I love you Iruka and nothing and no one will ever change that, this I know as fact.

Iruka didn’t know what to say to that, the words he had long to hear were finally said, and all Iruka could do was sigh with contentment as he cuddled back into his lovers arms and inhale the musky scent of the only one he loved. Knowing that Kakashi loved him back, that for some reason neither of them could understand, they were fated to be one, forever and always.

“I love you Kakashi.”

“I love you to Ruka.”

From that day on and for years to come, Kakashi never dreamed that dream again, why would he? He finally found the one he had always dreamed of and being with him, here in real life? It was better than any dream he had ever had.





Ok, sorry guys, . I had not set goal other then to tell the story, but as I tried to explain the pain and grief of the dreams yet the happiness you felt when in them, I got a bit carried away. Soooo this is it, it sort of petered out a bit at the end, but you cant blame me, I have never gotten to my dream man yet, so how am I supposed to know how it ends? So ya, anyhow I know I know not too good, but seriously I have had the same dream since I can remember, the same guy in it over and over again, I want to be with him so much that I have virtually woken up crying when I realize it was all a dream. I don’t have them much anymore, I think its been like 5 years or so since Ive had them but I believe he is still out there somewhere, cant tell ya what he looks like cause I cant remember when I wake up, but I know it’s the same guy in every dream, my soul mate. Goofy ya, but sadly true, the weird thing though, that my mom, and two sisters have had the same sort of dreams too, weird huh? Anyhow hope you find this one a bit better edited, tried but I know I didn’t catch it all, but I did try. Hope you liked it . Huggles and smiles Mija.