The walk to his house was unbearable to say the least. You replayed the whole situation over and over in your mind. Nothing made sense, it was all speculations and assumptions. There was no solid reasoning for any of it. All you know right now is that Kakashi asked you for dinner, failed to show up, and booted you out of his life in just a few hours.

Thirty minutes is a long time to let your mind spiral out of control. And now, you are standing at his front door half regretting your decision. You can tell he is home by the flashing light from a tv in his bedroom. Is he awake? You have no idea but you don't care, you'll wake him up if you have to.

You suck in a nervous breath and raise your hand to knock on the door. But pause to let your heart beat settle as your stone is starting to do a number on you. Then finally you follow through. You knock three times and wait, listening intently.

...silence...

You gulp down some nerves and pound on the door again this time much harder.

Nothing...

He is either sleeping very soundly, which is unusual for a trained ninja of his standard, or he knows it's you and is ignoring you.

You're going to go with the second assumption as it seems far more realistic than a highly trained ninja who can't hear someone knock on his front door. However, that second assumption pisses you off even more. You are now determined to get into his house and confront him no matter what it takes. You do recall Kakashi confessing he has broken into your house to get your shampoo. If he can do it, so can you.

You look around the front of his house in hopes of finding an open window. As if the gods were listening to you at that moment, your eyes catch on a half open window leading into his dining room. You tuck the contract into your bag and swing it over your shoulder securing it for a climb. While praising the gods for helping out, you break into your previous sensei's house.

You climb up to the window easily, thanks to a nice sturdy vine covered lattice you used for leverage. You are now ten feet in the air reaching for the window sill. You pull yourself up opening the window the rest of the way at the same time. Then you slither your way through. Once your upper half is through you slink the rest of your body in. But the drop from the window to the floor was much farther than you had anticipated and you sway forward unexpectedly then plummet head first into the vinyl plank flooring barely catching yourself with your hands.

"Shit..." You say out loud as you lift yourself onto your knees sweeping the hair out of your face.

Suddenly a light flickers on and his sarcastic voice startles you.

"Those are some top notch ninja skills right there...stealthy...."

Your eyes snap up to him. He stands shirtless with rippling abs and a puffed chest, his half mask still hiding the face you have always desired to see, and his usual baggy pants that sit far too low. He stares down at you with that insufferable smirk. Happy at himself for stinging you with yet another sarcastic insult. You glare back at him seething over his behavior.

"I'm not trying to be stealthy! If I was, I wouldn't have knocked on the damn door, you idiot!" You snap back at him and rise to your feet, readjusting your dress.

He grunts at you then runs his eyes  down your body and back up, this time showing that desire you love so much making you snicker at it. That's right, this is what you missed out on tonight! #jerk.

And you lay into him, your anger rising to a level that begs to be released.

"I waited for you!" You clench your fists thinking about it.

He places his hands in his pockets and says nothing in response. He only watches you cautiously, still running those grey eyes over your body.

You growl at him and begin to shout as you can't control your voice any longer.

"I even put on a fucking dress. What the hell happened?!" Then a sudden sharp pain in your chest stabs at you. You place your hand over your stone breathing heavily and wince through until it passes.

Your eyes fixate on him again waiting for a response that you're not sure is coming. Finally he breaks his silence with a comment that hurts worse than the pain the stone is giving you.

"You shouldn't be here right now..."

You can almost feel the coldness radiating off him. He is like ice right now and it is crushing your heart into pieces. "Why not?!" You whimper.

"Go home, Hana..." He says. He shakes his head and walks away into the living room ignoring your question. You storm after him while pulling out the contract ready to throw it back at him. He sits down on his sofa and leans back, staring at the dark wall ahead still trying to ignore you. Only a small side table lamp lights the room to his right. It creates a shadowed contrast over his stripped torso. Showing off those drool worthy muscles you so badly want to be pressed against. You hate him for being so damn hot...

You march right up to his handsome self and throw the contract into his face. He catches it easily and unravels it. You hear him curse under his breath as he realizes it is the very contract he signed off on earlier.

By now your chest is aching and not just from the stone. You curve your hands over the stone shielding it from your emotions. Reluctant tears begin to spill down your cheeks. Tears you wish desperately to disappear. You didn't want to cry in front of him, you really didn't. You wanted to be strong in this moment and not show him any type of weakness. But god, you are so in love with him and so broken right now.

You carry on with your questioning.

"Failing to comply with conditions?! What the fuck does that even mean?"

He glances up at you for only a second then looks away still maintaining his silence.

"Kakashi! Would you just fucking answer me!" You shout even louder.

Nothing....

And you break down completely. You sit down carefully on his coffee table. The only thing holding you up is your palms clutching at the edge of the table. You cry quietly to yourself trying to understand his behavior right now. He is just so fucking cold right now. You are starting to question everything he has ever said to you. Did he really mean it? Or was it all just part of some messed up plan he and his fellow ninja have for you. If it is then you have definitely overstayed your welcome here, in fact...You should have left days ago, you would have saved yourself from this.

He sighs seemingly annoyed by you and your tears, confirming your suspicions.

Bitterly you reply to his puff of air.

"Look, if you don't want me around anymore....can you just say it so I can leave this fucking village. You're the only reason why I am still here." You say quietly through sobs.

That seems to catch his attention. He looks at you with glossy eyes. It was then you noticed the redness to them.

Out of nowhere he says.

"They found our messages on your phone including the picture you sent me."

You blink at him registering that information and it all comes together in that one sentence.

He continues on.

"I breached our contract and the repercussions for doing that is to release you. I am no longer your sensei...Na.."

You finish his sentence for him.

"I know about Naruto. He showed up at my door in place of you!"

Kakashi's brows knit together. He is noticeably confused about that.

"Did you sign a new contract?"

"I will tomorrow as I have no other choice. If I don't he will lock me up in that cage again until my hearing with the hokage." You explain.

He sighs hard.

"I'm sorry, Hana. This isn't fair...."

You are dumbfounded that he can even say that word to you.

"Fair?...you think I care about what is fair?" You ask.

He leans over his knees and entangles his fingers into his tousled silver hair, very obviously frustrated.

And you spill your heart out to him.

"I don't fucking care where they put me as long as I have you. I am so in love with you, Kakashi...how can you just sweep me aside like I am nothing? This goes beyond what is fair...." Your last words are merely a whisper as you are losing your breath again. You stare at the fabric on the sofa sucking in gulps of air remembering his love confessions yesterday.

He sits silently with his head in his hands. His desolate silence almost hurts worse than the feeling of being unloved. He needs to start talking soon or you will leave tonight and never come back.

So you ask...

"Am I nothing to you?...just this morning I was everything..."

He lets out a shaky breath in response. It is now obvious to you he is hurting too. However if this is as far as the conversation goes then you have nothing else for him. You will take the silence for what it is and just leave.

You stand looking down at the mess he is.

"Fine, I get it... I'll go now... I just have one request."

You wait for a response but he is locked into not speaking to you.

So you tell him. Swallowing back your tears.

"Can you give me a head start before you tell your superiors I have left the village. I think you owe me that..."

That seems to catch his attention much more than before and he lowers his hands to look up at you with a touch of anger in his voice and on his half masked face.

"And where are you going to go? Every village is looking for you, remember? I can't protect you anymore!"

You burst out laughing louder than you intended to.

"I remember! But you seem to forget I have been doing this my entire life. I have gotten good at disappearing. You'll never see me again.." You threaten just as another sharp pain rips through your chest and several tears hit the floor. You cover your stone again breathing through it.

He looks at your chest then back up at you.

"You still don't have control."

You shake your head in defeat just as he did and begin to walk away towards his front door only to be stopped by his firm grip on your wrist. You whip around angrily to meet his sad glossy eyes. Those beautiful metallic eyes that seem to sparkle in the light right now. They search your own while he keeps you in his hard grasp. God he is strong..

"If you have something to say, now is the time." You warn.

His eyes continue to search the features of your face, flicking about your lips and back up to your eyes. Then he slowly releases his grip on your wrist and draws the back of his hand up your arm watching his own movement. Until he reaches your neck, which he smooths his full hand over, sweeping his thumb along your jawline. You whimper at his touch, wanting it so badly it aches. You wished that hand would wrap around your waist and hold you like he has so many times before.

His ears twitch at the sound of your cry, it sparks a faint dusting of warmth over his cheeks. Then he drops his hand and steps away.

"I can't do this.." He whispers more to himself and saunters back over to the sofa. He slumps down, placing his head into his hands again in noticeable heart ache.

You watch his silent breakdown, now realizing he truly is in just as much pain as you. He just doesn't know how to voice it. It triggers just enough hope inside you to try and give this one last shot before you leave. But you will do it without words. You will do it in his way.

You praise yourself in this moment for wearing the full set of lingerie, if he denies you in this then you know for sure where you'll be heading. You unzip the zipper to the side of your dress and let it fall off your body. It hits the floor and you step out of it carefully as you are still wearing your heels. You take your lace trimmed body over to him and with the flick of your wrist and the stones power you move his coffee table out of the way. The sound of the legs dragging against the floor startles him enough to look up at you. There you stand before him in a teal trimmed lacy number with stockings and heels. He swallows hard, his mouth goes slack and drops open at the sight of you. He falls back into the sofa staring wide eyed at everything his eyes can see.

"Holy shit..." He whispers.

That brings a small smile to your rosey lips, drawing you in to take a step towards him. Watching as his eyes skim along your body from your toes and up, stopping at your breasts. He licks his lips under his mask, his brows knit together most likely envisioning all the things he wants to do to you. This pushes you to move in closer, but he suddenly stops you. 

"Hana... please, I can't ...I'm your sensei..." He says with a strained voice.

You blink at his words and shake your head and reply with the truth

"...not anymore..."

He seems to glitch at those words as he stares at you as if the words have finally sunk in. He is not your sensei, there is no contract holding you two apart. It is just you and him and nothing else.

" Fuck... " he whispers to himself and in a fraction of a second he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder making his way to his bedroom.....