Black Light (Naruto)

Chapter 63

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Hikaru's POV

He blinked, and then blinked again. Here was Kakashi, right in front of him, and he had to scream at himself to act normal. So, like an idiot,  he attempted too. 

Hikaru stepped backwards, inviting Kakashi in, withholding the grin that wanted to bloom on his face. 

There was something definitely wrong with him. Yep. Definitely something extremely wrong with him. 

"Do you want tea?" Hikaru asked him, and Kakashi eye-smiled. He found himself relaxing at the familiar guesture, ignoring the way his heart absolutely clenched. 

Maybe it was just him, now that he was climbing out of the darkness he'd been encased in, but maybe he'd felt like this for awhile. He'd always enjoyed the other's company, after all, and he was more then willing to agree with what Kakashi was saying. 

Here, he felt safe. It was here, in the prescence of Kakashi, that all thoughts of just leaving disappeared, that everything he'd done Kakashi didn't actually care about. 

Safety. 

It was such an odd emotion that Hikaru had blinked a couple of times, not really recognizing the way his entire body wanted to relax fully. 

"Maa, I'll have some." Kakashi said, following Hikaru into the kitchen and sitting down at the table. 

This time, he smiled as he turned his back, reaching up to grab green tea. "Green tea okay?" He asked once again, risking a glance backwards, making eye contact with Kakashi's singular grey eye. 

It was filled with warmth, a familiar thing that he'd never really noticed until now. It was an emotion that was usually present in Kakashi's eye, no matter when Hikaru looked. And it was odd that he'd just realized it. 

But he was so beautifully awake and alive, like that time in the forest. He could feel every painful breath coursing through his lungs as he poured water from the pitcher in the fridge into the tea kettle. 

"Hey." Kakashi randomly greeted him, and Hikaru glanced up once again. "How'd your mission go?"

"It went okay." Hikaru said. "I was guarding the Fire Daimyo for a little festival thing? I don't really know what it was, it just had a crap ton of civilian nobles. Jiraiya-san was there as well."

He didn't even notice he'd slipped the '-san' suffix on the ending of Jiraiya's name until he realized it felt weird on his tongue. It had been such a long time since he'd used it as, well, him. Not someone else. 

Just... him. 

"Ah." Kakashi said wisely. "Knowing you, you likely ran into trouble."

"Yep." This time he couldn't withhold a grin. "The Daimyo got attacked a few times, but it wasn't anything I couldn't deal with."

A moment of silence as Hikaru took down two teacups, setting a jar of sugar cubes down on the table and two small stirring spoons. He quietly poured the tea. 

The action seemed so... domestic, somehow. In a beautiful sort of way. 

Not to mention, despite his godfather, he'd always had a passion for cooking. 

"Good. I'm glad." Kakashi murmured-- hesitant, now that Hikaru looked back on it-- softly. 

"Glad I dealt with it or glad the Daimyo got attacked?" Hikaru teasingly raised an eyebrow at Kakashi, putting a sugar cube in his tea, along with a splash of milk.