Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Ju-On ❯ Part 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Me is tired and feeling the remnants of jetlag. Eew! Sorry for this being late. I intened to post on Saturday, but got busy with packing and other stuff. So here's five! A big thanks to b4k4-girl for beta-reading this. Also, to all FAINT readers, I am unable to update yet simply because 15, 16 and 17 are undergoing beta-reading at the moment. Late, yes. Had to rewrite those three chapters you see. So, I'm sorry for that too.

As for all BYNK readers, err, that too is undergoing beta-reading. So, I'm sorry again. Uh, the illustration is done and you can find it by going to me homepage.

Oh well, here ya guys go!

Enjoy!

JU-ON 5

Iruka brought the hand covering his mouth in front of his face, the fingers dripping with crimson liquid, making his eyes widen till they hurt. Almost immediately, he bucked and heaved. He covered his mouth once more and turned a good one-eighty-degrees, sank onto his knees by the toilet seat and threw up his dinner. He was so shocked by what he saw that his mind just couldn't process it. He continued heaving, unaware that as his stomach gradually emptied and he was reduced to spitting stomach liquids out, drops of red managed to join the contents swirling inside the porcelain bowl.

"Oh god." He whimpered and heaved again, mouth dribbling with saliva and blood. "What's happening to me?" He whispered.

A cold hand touched his shoulder and he whirled in shock to find his reflection on the white tiles of his bathroom walls. The feeling of sickness completely vanished as he shakily got to his feet and pressed the flush button. He gave his surroundings a cautious surveying look before reaching for the tap and rinsing his hands and the splats of red around the sink. Once the sink was clean, he bent over the sink and splashed his face with cold water, gargling some to get the acidic and metallic tangy taste off his throat and tongue. That done, he shakily turned the tap off and stood his full length.

Freakish and manic red eyes greeted him in the mirror, making him gasp out loud and cover his face with his cold soaking hands. He shut his eyes tight, not wanting to see his reflection. The pale face planted itself firmly in his mind.

Just like the man in his dream.

With trembling fingers he pried his fingers apart and found himself staring at his own reflection. The real Umino Iruka, looking tired and pale and shaken. Sighing, and chuckling at his own silliness, he turned to pull the doorknob open. He felt his hand touch cool fingers and he jumped, a loud gasp escaping his lips, and he snatched his hand back as if it was burned. He stared at the door with fear dancing in his dark eyes, not sure to what to do. He felt a puff of cool air caress his ear and neck and he shivered on the spot, a hand coming up to clamp itself on the blown area of his head.

"Stop." He whispered, wrapping his arms around himself. "Leave me alone." He begged, shutting his eyes tight.

"Iruka."

The soft, whispering, haunting voice rang loudly in his ears.

With his heart pounding, he flung the bathroom door open and pulled it shut behind him, placing a hand on his chest as he tried to calm his breathing. He stared at the ground for a long while, trying to arrange his thoughts, but they were in a whirl. He was shaking from fright and his legs were like jelly. He lifted his gaze to the bed and found Kakashi lying on his back, eyes looking at him with a strange glow. Kakashi had purposefully finger-brushed his hair to one side so that his Sharingan eye was covered.

Iruka took quick trembling strides to the bed, ignoring the flaky feeling of semen caressing his thighs and torso and just huddled so that he was facing Kakashi, his back to the bathroom door. Kakashi said nothing, but closed his eyes once he saw that Iruka was lying still.

Then came the surprised voice. "Iruka?"

"Sorry." Iruka mumbled, tightening his hold around Kakashi's torso.

"Whores don't cuddle." He said flatly, but made no move to get out of Iruka's rather desperate embrace.

"Just this once, your whore wants to." Iruka whispered, voice trembling.

"It was just a dream."

Whore.

"I know." Iruka whispered, fingers digging in to Kakashi's flesh. "But somehow it feels like I'm still dreaming."

XXX

He couldn't sleep the whole night. While Kakashi lay beside him, breathing deep in sleep, he remained wide-awake, staring at a scar on Kakashi's chest. He couldn't bring himself to close his eyes in fear that he might fall into another painful dream. His mind whispered that he might be suffering from insomnia but he merely chuckled inwardly. There were many factors that could be behind the whole thing. For all he knew, it could be from work.

Or it could because of your nightly `jobs'.

Slut.

Iruka shut his eyes tiredly. He felt so drained and weak. His back and limbs were aching with a constant dull throb. He was desperate to grab some aspirins and perhaps throw in a few sleeping pills down his throat so as to get a dreamless sleep. He shivered suddenly, feeling an invisible cool touch glaze his skin. He desperately held on to the body beside him causing Kakashi to whimper a bit in annoyance in his sleep due to the extremely tight hold.

Prostitute.

"I'm not." Iruka whispered desperately, hoping to assure himself. "I'm not." He shut his eyes tightly, small tears escaping the closed lids. "I'm not."

Whore.

XXX

Iruka left the bed at seven and padded to the kitchen. It was a gray Sunday morning, the dark clouds lazily floating in the blue sky. Iruka felt very drained. He barely got any sleep and had cried to himself in denial as his mind reminded him of what he was.

I'm not!

Whore.

Slut.

Prostitute.

"I'm not!" He snapped, flinging the glass in his hand across the kitchen. It shattered into several shards when it collided with the beige kitchen wall tile, fragments scattering all over the clean floor. Iruka slumped on the counter, sobbing quietly, hands balled into fists. "I'm not. I'm not." He whispered desperately.

He banged his fist against the counter before sitting up and burying his face in his hands instead. Minutes ticked away and he remained his sitting position, face in his hands. He heard the bathroom door slide shut. That only meant that Kakashi was awake. He dropped his hands and stared at the mess he made. Mechanically, he stood up and took out a floor brush and a dustpan from under the sink and slowly began to pick the bigger pieces of the broken glass. He was still picking them up when Kakashi walked in to the kitchen, shower fresh and smelling of the citrus scented soap that he seemed to love.

"Did you drop that?" He asked. Iruka didn't answer. He merely picked up the floor brush and began to carefully sweep away the smaller pieces into the dustpan. Kakashi said nothing more to push the matter of the broken glass. Iruka placed before him a mug of coffee and a bowl of cereal. "You don't have to do this."

"What kind of a whore would I be if I didn't?" Iruka asked quietly, back to Kakashi as he mixed some sugar into his cup of black coffee.

"You really do think of yourself as one, don't you?" Kakashi mumbled as he stirred his cereal. "My little whore."

"That's what you want, isn't it?" Iruka said, sliding on to the stool opposite of Kakashi and staring into his mug. "Or have I been unsatisfactory lately?"

Kakashi stopped eating his cereal and looked up to stare at Iruka with his single dark exposed eye. "Unsatisfactory?" He asked, and then smirked. "No. I'd still like to keep you."

Whore.

Slut.

Prostitute.

Iruka made no reply.

"Iruka."

He dropped his mug from shock, jumping to his feet when he heard the cool, chilling voice whisper his name. He looked at Kakashi. He wished, just wished, that Kakashi was someone else. He wished Kakashi were someone who could help him, hold him and comfort him. But he wasn't. He was now looking at him as if he'd grown a second head.

"You whore."

Iruka looked around him wildly, finding nothing but the normal settings of his house and kitchen and Kakashi staring at him with that odd glint in his eyes again. Iruka could feel the nausea return to him full blast. He hoped he wouldn't vomit because he had nothing left to vomit anyway.

"K-Kakashi?" He asked, wrapping his arms around himself. "Do you sense anyone nearby?"

Kakashi frowned. "No. Why?" Iruka started to feel dizzy and was swaying on his chair. Kakashi stood up in alarm. "Iruka?"

Iruka forced himself to stand up and slowly made his way to the couch, where he sat down heavily. Kakashi had followed him this time and was about to shake him and demand an explanation for his odd behavior.

But Iruka had already closed his eyes and fallen into the arms of unconsciousness.

TBC

Okay, this chapter is corny. It had to be typed though. I know it's short, but I'm still kinda' thinking how to maneuver this thing and actually have them think outside the "let's fuck" and "my whore" thing. Anyway, answers to reviews.

1) Nope, most definitely NOT acid reflux or reflex.

2) Iruka and a shrink? It's an idea that came to my head once, and still thinking of it. Maybe, maybe not. Who knows? ^__~

3) Oh and it's not an ulcer. I couldn't stop laughing when I read that review. Nope, no ulcers here.

Anyway, that's about it. I got a KakaIru one-shot in the beta-reading process called Nine Lives. Something I wrote in the plane during 9 hrs of utter boredom - and sadness. Anyway, toodles people!