Woof
Staring out at the Village, basking in the morning light, and having a calming breeze combing through my hair, I calmed down immensely.
I didn’t have work today, honestly, the timing couldn’t have been better.
I’m still angry, pissed that he basically called me a whore out of what?
Hurt feelings?
I don’t even understand why he got so mad!
Ok, so I’m not that calm.
“(Y/N)? Is that you? What are you doing up here so early?”
I jumped at a voice, hardly recognizing it for a brief second. Turning around I stared the man down.
“Mikado, I could ask you the same.”
I wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries.
“Well, you were right about it having an amazing view. What happened, why are you crying.”
I bit my lip and cursed, wiping the tear tracks from my cheeks.
“It’s nothing.” I sniffed, torn between talking about it or not.
“It’s not nothing. Was it your husband?”
I snapped my head back to Mikado.
“No! It-” I cut myself off, anything I would have said would be mute, the fact is that Kakashi hurt me.
“It was, wasn't it? It’s okay, I won’t judge.”
I looked back to the Village.
Mikado squatted down next to me, grabbing my hand.
“How about coming with me? I make a mean grilled cheese.”
I giggled at his dorky smile.
His smile turned a little wolfish.
“Plus I’ve got alcohol.”
I snorted and nodded, standing up and following him down the mountain.
Maybe going with another man isn’t the best idea, after all, Kakashi just accused me of sleeping with him.
But I needed a friend who wasn’t friends with Kakashi, and Mikado was the only one I had.
His place was small, just a tiny apartment.
But I welcomed it, needing small and cozy.
I sat at the counter table Mikado had and he started to make the promised grilled cheese sandwiches.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked and I looked down at my hands.
“Not really. We just argued, said some nasty things.”
Mikado hummed and we went silent. He placed the sandwich in front of me and I smiled gratefully.
Then he gave me a glass of wine, the type of wine my mother often served at her gatherings.
It didn’t quite fit the picture I’ve made of him, but I suppose people are always full of surprises.
Gulping down the sandwich and the divine liquid I felt a happy buzz fill my chest.
I was by no means a lightweight, after all, I had to be able to hold my liquor. I was at every one of those parties my mother threw, and even though the wine was strong there was no way it would pull forth a reaction like this.
Frowning I felt Mikado move my hair from my neck, leaning down and planting a kiss on it.
He mumbled something and shushed me like I was a child about to throw a fit.
“You know, I was going to just kill you. But you are such a pretty girl.” Mikado chuckled lowly into my ear and the walls swayed.
I couldn’t tell what was happening, my reaction time stalled and my thought process slowed.
“I asked for your hand once. But your mother rejected me. Said I couldn’t pay enough.”
I vaguely felt myself being lifted and attempted to struggle.
Opening my mouth to scream, my tongue feeling a little numb, I hardly noticed his hand cupping around my mouth and muffling anything I could manage to get out.
Cursing I focused all my attention on his fingers, working my mouth over one of them while he talked.
“I hate your mother, she destroyed me. What better way to make her pay then to kill you?” He laughed maniacally.
Internally I snorted, knowing my mother would use the opportunity to swindle more money out of the Hokage.
Clamping my mouth down on his fingers I heard him yelp and try to yank his hand away.
Something metallic tasting flooded my mouth and before I knew it I was thrown to the floor.
Mikado kicked me harshly, but whatever he gave me muffled any pain.
I felt myself losing consciousness and fought to stay awake.
“I was going to give you some pleasure before I killed you, but now I think I’m just gonna-”
Woof! Woof!
Barking rang out and Mikado snapped his head to the side.
Desperately I turned to look, managing to catch a glimpse of Pakkun.
I tried to call out but my words came out garbled.
Something crashed and I snapped my eyes to it. Kakashi was standing over Mikado, kunai out and pressing against his neck.
“Give me one good reason to keep you alive. You have three seconds.” Kakashi’s voice was low and dangerous, a tone I never heard before.
The urge to grab my necklace almost overwhelmed me, my arm trying helplessly to move.
“(Y/N)’s watching. Don’t want your precious wife to see the killer you are.” Mikado breathed a laugh, arrogance wafting off of him.
Kakashi scoffed, glancing back at me, worry and fear striking in his lone eye.
Then Mikado and Kakashi were gone in the blink of an eye, Pakkun came over and licked my hand, nudging it.
“You were drugged with a strong sedative. Don’t worry, Kakashi will be back. Go ahead and sleep, I’ll watch over you.”
Despite the fight to stay awake, I felt myself slipping from reality.
The last thing I saw was Kakashi poofing back and gripping me, holding me to his chest, hand on my cheek.
Guilt and fear swirling devastatingly, lighting up his eye in an ugly way.
I decided I didn’t like it.
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Blinking my eyes open groggily, I tried to sit up.
“Careful. Go slow.” Kakashi’s soft and calming voice washed over me and I settled back into the soft bed.
My head was killing me, my body ached, and the blinding lights of the hospital room hurt my eyes.
‘Wait, hospital?’
Flying up I frantically looked around, Kakashi immediately gripped my hand and I zeroed in on his masked face.
Everything came back to me in a rush and tears filled my eyes. Hiccuping I started to sob.
Kakashi gripped me to him like a lifeline, whispering sweet nothings.
It felt like forever before I finally calmed down, face puffy and red. Nose clogged and throat sore.
I felt safe in Kakashi’s arms, content to stay there for the rest of my life.
“Don’t worry, that man will never touch you again. No one will.”
I snapped my head up to stare into Kakashi’s eye, it was darkened with emotions I was too scared to place.
“Kakashi…What happened to him?” I asked hesitantly, voice breaking a little.
Kakashi scowled like Mikado should never have even been acknowledged.
“I took care of him.” That was all he said and I pushed him away.
“What does that mean?” I asked, confused.
Kakashi clenched his jaw.
“I didn’t kill him if that’s what you’re wondering. Though I’m considering it more and more.” He whispered darkly and it sent shivers down my spine.
I was relieved Kakashi didn’t kill him, if only because Mikado deserved to rot.
“(Y/N), I’m sorry about everything I said. I was angry and I wasn’t thinking. I’m so sorry.” Kakashi laid his head upon my shoulder.
“Why were you mad?” I asked quietly, scared to ruin the moment.
Kakashi went stiff, raising himself from my side.
“It was nothing, a stupid thing that isn’t important. What’s important is you. How are you feeling?”
Shaking my head I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Kakashi.” I tsked and Kakashi flinched.
“Look, it doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it matters!” I couldn’t help but raise my voice.
Kakashi ran his fingers through his hair and turned from me.
“Why? Why does it matter? You were almost- Fuck!” Kakashi was tense, shaking.
“Because I’m trying to understand! Please just-”
“No! It doesn’t matter! Why are you so hell bent on-”
“Because I fucking love you!” I screamed, surprising even myself.
Kakashi went deathly quiet and for a second I thought he stopped breathing.
“Kakashi-”
He was gone before I could finish.