Ohhh...I know I should've used more emotion in this chapter. I just know it. But alas, that's something that involves a lot of work.


"Ugh, shit on a sandwich."

That, combined with a few other, more original swears, happened the first phrase out of my mouth as I awoke to the sign creeping in through the window's curtain.

I sat up, cringing, as I tried to piece together last night's events. And solve the mystery as to why the back of head felt so sore. I reached back, finger's gently probing the back my skull. My finger hit a tender spot, and I cringed again. What the hell had I hit my head on? I wracked my memory, trying to recall hitting my head, or the majority of what had happened the previous evening. It was fuzzy. I furrowed my brow, thinking.

And then it hit me, like a bullet. Or Superman. Or something else that moves really fast. I flopped back onto the bed, moaning. I wasn't sure I was going to cry again, or just sit and feel disgusted with myself. Was I really so terrible as to sleep with Kakashi the same day I found out my uncle was dead?

I rolled onto my side, pulling my knees tight against my stomach, in attempt to quell the twisting feeling in my gut.

I was terrible.

I lay, curled up in the ball, for God knows how long, feeling rather a depressing mix of emotions. The tears I could feel building up wouldn't spill over, and my stomach was twisted in knots of disgust.

I sat up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. I was still wearing yesterday's ensemble, which made the events of last even more confusing. I stood up slowly, trying to avoid the imminent head rush. After swaying dizzily for a few moments, I made my way cautiously for the door. Kakashi's floor was like a minefield, and I had to tread carefully. I wasn't overly fond of the idea of stepping on some moldy food item. I found Yuki and Alice seated comfortably in the kitchen, helping themselves to cereal.

I paid little attention to them, as I wasn't fully ready to acknowledge any relation to them. It was too much for me at the time to admit that the two could possible be my cousins. So, I poured myself a bowl of cereal and joined them at the table, saying nothing. I kept my gaze down, as if my breakfast would escape if I didn't continue to stare at it.

Just as I was about to swallow my first spoonful, Yuki spoke.

Face devoid of emotion, he said in an impassive tone "So, did you have fun last night?"

Any cereal in my mouth at the time went spewing onto the kitchen table. "W-w-what?" I sputtered.

"I heard a loud noise last night and was wondering if you were playing a game"

Face flushed, with good cause considering my theories upon what had happed last night, I stared down at the table. I said nothing.

After only mere minutes of awkward silence, Alice seemed to catch onto the fact that their presence was making me a tad uncomfortable. More than a tad, in fact. I felt a little bad for it, as it wasn't like they were the kind the kind of kids that would most people uncomfortable. They weren't the kids with missing teeth, headless toys, and greasy hair that always seemed to stare directly in your general direction. They were okay children, and not very scary, if you ignored the fact Yuki seemed to be an emotionless child.

The minute Yuki was doe with his cereal; Alice had him out the door, muttering something about 'exploring'. Which left me alone. With things seeming to catch up with me, I curled up on the couch and cried for a solid hour or so, until there was a knock at the door.

I heaved myself off the couch, wiping a tear or two off my cheek. The minute I pulled open the door I found a pair of arms thrown around me in a vice-grip hug. A rustling plastic bag rubbed against my back.

I returned the hug briefly before removing myself from the surprisingly tight death grip of my friend.

"I came as soon as I heard" Naoki informed me, flashing a sympathetic smile.

"Thanks" I said sincerely. After a beat, I decided to ask, "Naoki…how exactly did you realize I was at Kakashi's place?"

"It wasn't exactly hard to put two and two together. You weren't at home, I hadn't heard from you, and your oh-so-obvious crush on Kakashi led me to the conclusion that you were probably here" Pausing, Naoki added, "It was a tie between here and the soup kitchen, though."

I said nothing, but the question in my stare was obvious. How the hell did she…?

"Know about your little crush? Come on man; give me more credit than that. You may be a ninja, but it's hard to hide this stuff from someone who's known you since you were eating paste."

"…"

"Anyway! I though you'd probably need a hug, and some ice cream, so I picked that up, along with some old movies from the store!"

In the following five and a half hours I ate half my weight in ice cream, and cried a fair amount. It was nice having Naoki to talk to, there was something comforting talking with someone who know me so well (Even if it was mildly frightening sometimes.)

Naoki stayed around until the late evening, as the moment Kakashi walked into the room she was up and out, saying something about movie rentals and next week. Kakashi paid her no attention besides a slight nod, and took her spot next to me on the couch. He stared at the one liter ice cream container.

"Did you eat all of that?"

I belched. "No."

Kakashi stared at me, eyebrow cocked.

"Okay, maybe."

He continued to stare.

"Fine fine, yes, I did." I belched again, "It was good."

Kakashi rolled his eyes. There was a pause, and then, eyebrow rising again, he asked in a softer tone, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be…" I trailed off, "Kakashi?"

"Hm?"

"What… exactly happened between us last night? When I woke up I had a headache and things are still rather fuzzy."

Kakashi tapped his chin, "Hmm…let's see. Well, first, you started kissing me, and we ended up making out."

I didn't even bother hiding the blush on my cheeks.

"Then you started to pull me towards the bed" –A feeling of dread crept over me. Oh hell no, I did sleep with him.- "And then you slipped on a sock and knocked yourself out."

I blinked, things not fully making sense, "What?"

"You stepped on a sock, slipped and knocked yourself out" Kakashi repeated, before a sly twinkle appeared in his eye, "Why? Were you having dirty dreams about me?"

"No" I snapped, a little too quickly. To prevent Kakashi from making a further comment, I decided to throw out a quick I told you so. I had told him before that one day someone would slip on a sock and crack their heads open. Or knock themselves out in the very least.

Kakashi chuckled. "Well, since it's getting dark, I'll be a gentleman and offer you another night here. Hopefully without any sock injuries"

I didn't protest, which I think surprised him. Normally I'd be vehemently against staying the night, provided he offered. At the moment I was much too afraid to be alone, to accept things. It would have been worse at my house too, with all those memories floating around like rubbing salt into an open wound.

Kakashi started to rise, "I'll get the bed ready."

"What? I'll sleep on the couch, you get the bed" I might be willing to stay the night, but that was intrusive, and I had slept there last night. Albeit unwillingly.

"No no, it's fine, you're my guest, you can sleep on the bed."

"But it's your house; I'll sleep on the couch!"

"Bed."

"Couch."

"Bed."

This went on for some time and Yuki and Alice managed to slip upstairs, to the room I presumed Kakashi had offered up, and the streetlights had flickered on.

"Bed" I said, keeping my face straight.

"Couch- Wait bed! You agreed!"

"Did not."

"Did too."

It had turned into a petty fight like the ones five year olds had.

"It was to trick you, so it doesn't count."

"Like hell it doesn't. That should qualify as cheating."

"I don't think there's a rule book for childish fights."

Both of us paused for a moment to contemplate that wise bit of information.

"Couch" I repeated stubbornly.

"Bed" Kakashi stated, eyes narrowed.

"Wait! Compromise!" I exclaimed, throwing both hands up in a 'stop' motion.

Kakashi, who appeared as if he had something to say, cut himself off and folded his arms over his chest, "I'm listening."

"What if" I paused out of need for some dramatic flair, "What if we both slept on the couch?"

Kakashi shrugged. "Sounds fair.

It seemed like a straightforward enough idea, both of us would cram ourselves onto the couch and sleep there, but it was harder than I thought it would be to find a comfortable position. Originally, we stretched out with heads on opposite heads of the couch, but Kakashi's feet smelled weird and I refused to suck it up. After much grumbling and shifting, I found my back pressed to Kakashi's chest, and his arm's wrapped around me so I wouldn't slip off.

Just as I was about to drift off, a thought occurred to me.

"Kakashi?"

"Yes?" Kakashi sounded half-asleep and the 'yes' came out slurred.

"Wouldn't it have made more sense if we both slept on the bed?"


The sock made a comeback! Kinda. The sock reference thing became a reality. I guess.

Yay for the sock!

I'm going to stop typing before I say something stupid...

Thanks for reading, and R&R,

-Y.A.O.G