Tear Me Apart [18+] ENGLISH VERSION

Chapter 12: Succumb to your demon

Kakashi had entered Sasukes apartment only once. Almost three years ago, he had accompanied Naruto as he had visited his best friend and colleague for whatever reason. Sometimes, Kakashi's memory was strange. He liked to forget things that involved social interactions, but he could recite the damn address of the damn Uchiha Sasuke in his sleep. He would never have believed that this information would ever be of any use to him.

But it did. After Sakura had spoken Sasukes name, he didn't hesitate, rushed to his Ducati and drove to Meguro, where he parked the motorcycle in front of a shop and went up to the apartment where Sasuke lived, at least at that time. He straightened his suit and rang the bell. His blood was pounding in his veins, as if it wanted to jump out and drown Sasuke, but he had to hold back – at least until he was alone with that bastard.

A signature approached the door, which Kakashi could clearly identify, and when it stopped behind the wood, didn't move for a moment, but then opened the door, Sasukes peppery scent blew into Kakashis nose, which made him want to throw up. He put on a smile.

„Kakashi-senpai?" Sasuke asked in surprise.

Kakashi's fake expression threatened to crumble when he saw that Sasuke was not wearing a top. And despite this get-up, the boy opened the door. How pathetic one had to be. His black hair was still damp, obviously he had just gotten out of the shower. Kakashi suspected that he had wanted to wash Sakura's blood off his body. „Sasuke-kun, hello." They hardly knew each other, had rarely spoken in the office, but Kakashi insisted on addressing him like a buddy. After all, they were about to exchange a lot of intimacies, so in his eyes that was justified.

Sasuke didn't seem to share this opinion. He raised his eyebrows a quarter of an inch and briefly scrutinized Kakashi. „What are you doing here?"

Kakashi tilted his head slightly to the side. „I wanted to talk to you about something."

„If it's work-related, then talk to me again on Monday. I'm off work and want to enjoy my weekend."

„No," Kakashi smiled. „It's about your brother."

Now Sasuke frowned even more. „Itachi? What's the matter? What's wrong with him?"

„That's what I like to talk about. May I come in?" Kakashi didn't actually wait for an invitation. Sasuke had just lifted his foot to grant Kakashi entry when his visitor had already marched past him. Sasuke's apartment was small and minimally furnished. Finally, Kakashi understood what Tsunade meant when she said he was overpaid. His palace of an apartment was in no way comparable to the rickety huts of the other employees, not even to Naruto's house, where he lived with his wife and child crammed into a tiny space. Tokyo was, after all, expensive. „Nice place," he said out of pure politeness, without actually meaning it.

„Thank you," replied Sasuke, who had followed Kakashi and was standing just six feet behind him, as Kakashi could sense exactly. „You can sit down in the meantime," Sasuke offered Kakashi a sofa in a modern style. „I'll just put on some clothes."

„Oh, that's not necessary," said Kakashi, and he could still hear Sasuke exclaiming a surprised „Huh?" before he was thrown against the wall with full force. The expression on Sasuke's face was divine. He looked like a little child who had been hit on the head with a stone. So shocked and surprised, it was hilarious. His body slid to the floor, where he remained lying, panting. „What.. What's going on..?" Sasuke asked, trying to get up again, but Kakashi was already there, closing his hand around his neck and pulling him up until he forcefully rammed him against the wall, which undoubtedly broke a rib. Sasuke groaned in agony and tried to loosen Kakashi's hand. Ironically, that's exactly what that girl had done a few hours earlier. How fitting that Sasuke was acting just like a young schoolgirl.