Mini Series: Backstories from Falling For My Sensei

Kurenai & Akari's Parents Death

A/N:
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I listened to:
-Another Love by Tom Odell (slowed)
-As the World Caves In (Sarah Cothran cover)
-Home by Cavetown
-One Day by Tate McRae
-Pain by Nessa Barrett

"How do I tell her?"

I stare blankly at the floor, feeling absolutely nothing inside.

My face is raw, my eyes burn. I'm tired of crying.

"She's not even old enough to understand, is she?"

I tilt my head up to look in Iruka's direction as he sits on the opposite end of the couch from me.

"If you're not ready to have that conversation with her yet, then you should wait Kur." He says softly.

He's being careful with me. He knows my state. I'm damaged, on edge.

I bring my legs up onto the couch, bending them to sit criss-cross as I lean forward to hold my head in my hands.

"She still needs them. She's still a baby. How is a 5 year old supposed to understand that her parents are never coming back?"

I'm met with silence. He's probably run out of things to say to me.

We both know there's nothing to be said for comfort right now anyway.

"Everyday she's asking me when mommy and daddy come home. What the fuck am I supposed to say-"

I choke on my words a bit, feeling the huge lump forming again in my throat.

Every time I think I've spilled all the tears I'm physically capable of creating, my body shows me that I'm wrong.

"Kurenai, you need to sleep." Iruka moves over on the couch until he's pressed beside me.

His arm wraps around my shoulder as he pulls me towards him. I bury my face in his chest only to let out a loud wail, feeling my body shake despite how tight he holds onto me.

"I need them too." I cry into his tshirt.

"I know baby, I know." He whispers into my hair as his hands pet lightly over my head.

His touch is so sweet, so gentle. But it only helps to encourage my undoing.

"Why are you crying?"

I whip around on the couch to see Akari standing in the middle of the living room in her night gown.

She rubs her eyes of the sleep she must've just been pulled out of, but she looks so frightened to have found me sobbing in Iruka's arms.

"Hi cutie. Why are you awake?" Iruka says to her as he takes his arm from around me.

Her bare feet patter against the floor as she walks over to the couch.

She goes straight into Iruka's arms and he pulls her into his lap.

She looks at me with confused, widened eyes.

"I had a bad dream. Why are you crying?" She reaches over to me with her tiny fingers to touch my face.

"Did you have a bad dream too sissy?" She asks, leaning her head against Iruka's shoulder.

I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to shove back the painful sobs threatening to explode from out of me.

"I did." I manage to squeak out. I lean forward, placing my cheek against her waiting hand.

"Maybe, I can sleep in bed with you and Iru? Then no one will have bad dreams."