And we found ourselves in a kiss. I felt color rise to my cheeks and I pulled back quickly and looked away from him.
"Nima." He whispered.
"I'm sorry Iruka, I really have to go." I said quietly, I knew I couldn't do this, it would ruin me. I turned but he grabbed my hand again.
"Nima, please, Don't go." He whispered, a tears slipped out of my eyes and down my cheeks and I was glad he couldn't see.
"Please let go Iruka, I need to go before my team begins to worry. I don't need them out this late. I'm sorry."
I slipped my hand through his with difficulty but got it out. I walked away from him feeling like I was the worst person in the world. I went inside my team's apartment and to my room without a word.
A half hour later Gaara came in and sat next to where I lay.
"Are you alright sensei?" He asked me quietly.
"I feel like I made the worst mistake of my life tonight when I left." I whispered "He sounded so broken and it was all my fault."
A tear slid down my cheek as I remembered his voice as he asked me to stay. I knew it wouldn't just ruin me but him as well. My past was to much for anyone else to handle. I'd hate myself if Iruka found out.
"It's not your fault, Nima-sensei. He wouldn't have been able to handle everything." Gaara said, he was the only one who knew about my past because he had to deal with horrible things as well.
Let me explain: I was an unwilling addition to the Akatsuki organization when I was only six years old, they caught me training by myself and saw how strong I was and thought I would make a good asset to their cause. So they kidnapped me and forced me to join them, I was later saved by the sand village when I turned twelve years old. I was to watch over the Kazakage of the village and see that no harm came to him or any of which he protects. Or who he orders me to. I was ordered to protect Gaara when Yashamaru failed in his attempt to kill Gaara. I'd been there for all the siblings as well.
