Yuma The Dream Wolf (Naruto X Kakashi) DISCONTINUED

A Party To Forget

SHIT FUCKING LIFE! *clears throat* excuse me.
I lied unintentionally. I realize it was like one and a half months and no where near two weeks but I was moving my house with my mom and finals were flying at me and stuff so yeah. This chapter concentrates on Kakashi's dream from his POV when he was around 17 yrs old so I urge you to not be confused. As promised, this chapter is longer than probably all the others i've written so far so please, enjoy.
The night was young as so was she...
In an effort to reduce my depression over my beloved freinds death I had been forgily envited to a divine extravaganza by the 4th hokage himself.
I came up with a number of excuses as to why I couldn't go although I was simply not as clever as the blonde kage to persuade him that I was busy with other tasks or such.
The event had a strict policy which was adults only, but he dismissed the fact that I was one year under age to go.
It was held in a large, white building the shape of a shortly wide cilinder with a number of gynormous windows on about every curve. The roof was accessible from which I guessed was a flight of stairs that were also fancy and white as the railing was for the rooftop.
How come i've never noticed this structure til as of this moment?
I gulped.
"Dont be worried you look fine." Minato comforted, patting my stiffined backside.
"Thank you sensei. Your words are most comforting." I replied gratefully.
"Go inside and talk, it will do you upmost good." He offered "Who knows. You might even find a girl." The man joked, smirking.
I admitted a slight chuckle and began walking towards the building leaving the man behind to conversate apon others.
As I entered the enclosed space I noticed how boring and bland everything appeared to be. Nothing had the audacity to stick out because eveywhere you look was painted white.
And I mean everywhere.
I knew I was not suitible for these types of arrangements.
Fake people.
Fake smiles.
Fake memories.
Should I continue?
The back of my mind begged me to just turn my back and leave, but Minato would give me an earful the next evening.
I sighed, seating myself in the back of the room and observing the many people who had engaged in polite conversation, bearing a small wine glass in hand.
Amongst all these people nobody stuck out, because again, they all wore white.
Had I missed something? Was there supposed to be a theme here? Was everybody informed to wear all white except for me?
I stared down at my clothing, a black suit with a black tie and black shoes. I had nothing in common with the crowd appearance wise nor attitude...
Throughout the night I allowed myself a few drips of sake here and there during this time I caught up on a few pages of my favorite series 'Icha Icha' until I took notice of the silence that had dawned over the people who were now sharing hushed whispers. A shadow blocked the lighting that I had used to study the words I had taken complete interest in. In irritation I shifted my gaze upwards.
Red.
Her hourglass shaped body was fitted into a short, red dress that accompanied the black, knee length, high heeled boots she wore. Her lipstick was as red as blood, but only made her pearly white teeth stick out all that much more.
Her brown eyes gazed down at me in interest as she twirled her pitch black hair.
"You are pretty bold to be reading those types on novels in a place like this." She said, refering to the one I held in my hands, her voice seeped of a rich, British accent.
I raised my brow unconciously.
A woman so attractive approaching the boy in the back of the room who didn't seek any form of attention.
What to do...
"It's just a hobby I take leisure in." I replied, about to tuck it back in place of it's usuall spot.
"If you don't mind; May I take a look?" She politely requested as she reached out her hand that appeared delicate.
I hesitaintly handed her the book then watched as she carefully grazed her fingers along the cover, curiosity lingering in her facial expression. After the minute or so the blackette returned the book.
"I love the type of person who is intellectual enough to read but has a dirty mind intact as well; its a lovely conbination." She smirked lightly and grabbed some sake at a nearby table, pouring a fairly equal amount into each wine glass that was displayed at the stand.
"Here." She offered as I placed my gloved fingers onto the skinny part of the polished glass, swishing the liquid inside.
I slowly savored the bitter-sweet taste of the alcohol while it washed the surface of my tounge with its enjoyable presentation of flavors.
Following that my thoughts had became how would one say, foggy? I couldn't remember my later actions for the life of me. There was only one exception.
I stood in a room that reeked of cigarrette findings, in a daze of emotions or in some ways physical feeling. The woman from before had her hands entangled in my thick white hair whispering unheard language in my ear.
"I'm going to smear my cunt all around your erectile and make you scream my name." She claimed nibbling my earlobe.
I feel...
I dont know...
What is happening...
I payed no attention to her or her actions. I was caught up on her previous statement replaying it several times in my mind.
She claims her body...
To...
Someone...
I'm here...
She's here too...
She's telling me...
IM LOSING WHAT!
I stared at her for what seemed to be years. My thoughts and actions lacked time and common scense.
But oh yes I knew.
She drugged me, planned to use me, my body, for her own sexuall desires.
And for one of several rare occasions I was angry at this woman and her play of events. I didn't want to lose something so impotaint, so young, to someone I didn't love.
I made a vow that I would wait forever if I had to, to gift someone something that I had sacred.
I weakly grabbed hold of the brown-eyed womans shoulders and with my remaining energy, I shoved her away from my barely functional figure. She had appeared somewhat surprised at my gesture obviously since it certainly wasn't expected.
"They say..." I concentrated on her pupils continuing my lowly sounded utters. "When you truly love someone... everything action that occurs between the pair is further significant than when you don't."
My whispers of unevident truth were little more than a small flashback from the night I could have lost my virginity but the small flashback formulated a substantial impact in my existince. I knew now that love was not something you wait for nor something one seeks yet, someone that appears when you least expect it not a person who you come across as attractive at first glance.

Yuma's POV

I had awakened with a smirk tugging at the end of my mussel having wittnessed the dream that was only a flashback from one of Hatake-Sama's memories. I had never seen a human with the ability to aquire such knowledge from one occurence it was settling to say at least.
"You are an incompatible indivisuall Hatake-sama. You have earned mass majority of my respect." I complimented having learned some type of knowledge myself from his becomimg.
"So uh boss, I think we should get going now." The other canine urged, staring into the horizon.
"Dusk already huh? Okay, lets go." I mindlessly gave one last glance before we disappeared.
"I look forward to our next meeting, Hatake Kakashi."

Ahhh! Finally done!
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~Jessica