Mission 12

Insomnia: An Alphabetical Poem

112 words

At three in the morning, Iruka awakens

Because there is a tapping on his bedroom window

"Could you please just use the door?"

Door opens,

Emits a Jounin.

"Free?" He inquires.

Gargantuan stacks of quizzes loom from every direction.

His answer was obvious.

Iruka was enslaved.

-Jounin must remedy this.

Kakashi remains ever vigilant

Lest Chuunin kick his ass out the door- again.

Meaningful gestures made.

"No."

Openly sultry looks.

Pouting.

Quietly, the captive

Rises.

"Sleep." Iruka emphasizes.

Teeth graze his ear…

…Underneath his chin…

Very carefully do Kakashi's hands slide over skin.

Xanthic light streaming in from an origin unknown.

Yelling, pulling, pushing and heaving fade and

Zenith is, reluctantly, met.