Tear Me Apart [18+] ENGLISH VERSION

Chapter 5: The Beast of Haneda

Kakashi unlocked the door to his apartment, placed his shoes carefully on the shelf provided for them in the hallway and slipped into his slippers before letting the door fall shut behind him and switching on the hallway light. He sighed deeply and cracked his neck. A few exhausting weeks lay behind him and he was actually quite happy to be home again. Although he could hardly call this apartment his home. It was a means to an end, after all, he needed a permanent residence. On the small sideboard with the half-empty drawers, there was even the brochure for the World City Towers, which advertised all the luxurious amenities and which Kakashi had never used once. Fitness center? He would never get fat again. Swimming pool? He wasn't a particularly big fan of water. Concierge? Yes, well, you could abuse that one every now and then, even though Kakashi hadn't done so since moving in five years ago. Why bother? He had Naruto for all professional inconveniences and otherwise got along very well on his own.

He put his trolley case next to the bureau and threw the key card, along with the mail he had taken upstairs, on top of an already worryingly high pile of envelopes with bills that he had previously paid online. What a waste of paper and printer ink. Japan was highly modern in many respects, except when it came to administrative matters. He was bloody glad he had Naruto to take care of emptying the mailbox while he was away. Maybe that would be a job for the concierge, although he would never want to assign a complete stranger to take care of his private affairs. He trusted Naruto enough to know that he wouldn't do anything indecent with his mail. He only opened the envelopes that appeared to be official, to check if there was a dunning letter in there. Kakashi's private letters he left untouched and stacked them next to the ones with the bills. Well, what did he mean by „stacked"? Kakashi rarely got any mail. Who would write to him? So he was more than surprised to find a single envelope with a stamp and handwritten addressand all that stuff lying next to the neatly slit ones.

Kakashi frowned and opened the letter. His eyebrows rose higher and higher with every line, and when he finally reached the bottom and read the name „Sarutobi Asuma" as the sender, he was lucky that his skin remained wrinkle-free. Asuma was an old school friend of his and he had invited Kakashi to the class reunion that he was organizing with a few helpers to celebrate the 15th anniversary of their graduation. 15 years... Crap. That meant he was now 33. Would he feel better about his age at some point, now that he had countless years, oh, decades ahead of him? Hopefully, because if he broke out in a sweat like that even at 100, he wouldn't last long in immortality. It was just as well that his appearance didn't change.

„RSVP..." Kakashi read out loud, his head tilted, staring at the characters. Should he go? Did he even want to go? Pondering, he left his luggage in the hallway, went into the kitchen, switched on the small strip light under the cupboard and immediately began to pour an undiluted shot of shochu from the bottle directly into his stomach. He closed his eyes with pleasure, felt the nasty burning of the high-proof alcohol in his throat and fetched a glass from the shelf for more sips. He had to at least pretend to be a civilized person sometimes. Apart from the alcohol, his fridge didn't have much else to offer. With the little time he spent here, that was also advisable. Food would only spoil unnecessarily and was superfluous anyway.

He drank from the glass, looked through the neatly stapled collection of menus on the refrigerator door to find a suitable meal – today it was to be Indian, which he hadn't had for a long time – and ordered by phone portions that were more suited to a family of four from the small South Asian restaurant around the corner. „Thank you very much, we'll be with you in fifteen minutes," said the man with the strong accent.

„Thank you, bye. „ Kakashi groaned and leaned against the kitchen counter. Fifteen minutes... Dammit. What was he supposed to do in that time? He raised his arm, smelled his armpit and took the opportunity to quickly jump in the shower, not even masturbating, he was too tired for that. It was always remarkable how the sun could weaken him that much. Just 24 hours ago, thanks to this young man, he had felt as alive as he did with any of his victims, but Cape Town was not in a particularly shady country. Perhaps he should ask Tsunade to only let him travel in the northern hemisphere, where the likelihood of dreary weather was certainly higher. He had liked Stockholm three months ago, it had rained the whole time he was there and the Swedish girl had tasted so wonderfully of lime, it had been magnificent. He would not forget this trip for a long time, it had been the best he had had since then.