I DO NOT OWN NARUTO (=3 I wish I did XD )

This is my first fanfiction… about Kakashi x Iruka

More is coming =3

"Iruka! Kakashi! we're going! Bye!" My dad called from downstairs.

"Ok Bye mom and dad" I called back.

Kakashi was playing the piano so he didn't even heard they left.

He was the son of Sakumo, a friend of my parents but when Sakumo passed away they looked after Kakashi even though he didn't wanted them to watch over him because he was strong enough.

My parents would be gone for a week or so.

After an hour he came into my room.

"Yo! Where is everyone?"

"They already left, but you didn't heard it cuz you were playing that stupid piano!"

"Hmpf!" He left my room.

"Its just that I can't play that freaking piano I'm a complete failure" I said to myself after being sure he closed my door.

Kakashi's room was next to mine so I could hear every note he played.

Kakashi was really talented, if he wanted to learn something he could and not only just a bit he would be able to do it perfect. Exact opposite of me, Iruka the failure. Kakashi became a Jounin when he was 13! I knew I was jealous but I couldn't help it. So I decided to hate him, although he didn't seem to mind cuz he was always so friendly to me.

That night when I went to the roof where I always sat to watch the stars if I couldn't sleep. He was at my spot. When I saw it I wanted to go back to my room but he had already noticed me.
"Iruka I know this is your place so if you want me to go away you can just say you know. You don't have to leave because of me." So I went back up and sat down as far away as possible of Kakashi.

"Its nice here" Kakashi said after a long moment of silence.

"Yea I know, I first came to this place about a year ago."

"Iruka…"

"Hm?"

"I know you don't like me, please tell me why…" With a sad look in his eye he looked at Iruka. "I just want to know. Please." He stood up and walked to Iruka.

"Its just that… I…I…" Iruka couldn't seem to find the right way to explain it.

"Tell me Iruka!" Kakashi now stood behind the 12 years old boy.

"I'M A COMPLETE FAILURE AND UR JUST PERFECT! THAT'S THE PROBLEM! THAT'S WHY I HATE YOU!" after what he said Iruka went back to his room as fast as possible.

Kakashi just stood there. Unable to move. Was that the reason? So he was the problem why Iruka acted this way. Kakashi didn't know what to do. So he just sat down where he stood.

When Iruka woke up the next morning the house was empty. He searched Kakashi everywhere, to apologize for what happened on the roof. He had to explain everything to him. He decided that before he went to sleep.

"Kakashi?!" Iruka found him, on the roof. It was night already so it was really cold in Konoha because it was the winter season.

Kakashi was shaking and didn't wake up.

"Oh god what am I going to do now?" Iruka spoke out loud."Kakashi! WAKE UP!"

Iruka dragged Kakashi to the window that was on the roof. When he got in the house he dragged Kakashi to his room and put a blanked over him when he lifted Kakashi in the bed.

"Damn it, this is all my fault. I told you Kakashi, I really am a failure! I'm so sorry I never mend to be this way." Tears ran down Iruka's face.

"I…Iruka?" Merely a whisper.

"Kakashi?" Iruka's eyes wend wide. "I'm so sorry!"

"You didn't do anything wrong Iruka…" Kakashi shivered and couched.

"Yes I did! Its my fault! Its my fault that I'm such a failure! ITS ALL MY FOLD!" tears showing in his eyes. His face full of pain and hurt.

"Iruka…" Kakashi stood up from his bed. "You're not a failure… I am… my whole life. If I hadn't than Obito and Rin…" He turned his back to the younger boy. Suddenly he felt arms around him.

"Iruka?" He felt something in his body change, he couldn't place the feeling… Its was nice but it hurt, in his heart. He pulled away from the young Iruka. "Don't.. touch me…" He didn't want to say it like that, it just was so strange that feeling in his body.

"Why? You hate me?" A small voice asked him.

"Because…because.." Kakashi couldn't tell him the truth even he didn't knew the truth.

"I knew! You hate me like everybody else you also think I'm a failure!"

Iruka ran out Kakashi's room slammed the door and went to his own room. He took a kunai from his desk and leaned with his back against the wall. "I'm unneeded… Nobody will miss me… Nobody needs me…Everybody hates me!" It hurt a lot. Not the outside but the inside hurt. He wanted to end that pain. He took the kunai in his hand and traced a line on his arm, blood appeared. "So beautiful and painful at the same time." He looked at his blood that now dripped down on the floor. The pain inside was gone now. "Only pain outside… I can live with that…"

Iruka closed his eyes and slid down the wall . He sat there with his head on his chest, his bleeding arm on his side.

The door slowly opened. Kakashi's head peeked inside. "Iruka? IRUKA!" Kakashi saw the blood on the floor and on the boy's arm. He rushed to Iruka."IRUKA! Iruka?" He saw the cut on Iruka's arm, it already stopped bleeding. It wasn't deep.

"Why..?" He whispered.

The next morning Iruka woke up he was in his bed. His arm was tended. It itched a bit.

He didn't notice. Kakashi was gone. He wasn't coming back.