Something I Can't Have (Seme Male Reader x Kakashi) {Naruto Shippuden}

AP: Kiba (Pt 3)

three days later....

Karin pov

"im looking for a mr Juugo taka. i was told he had a penthouse in this fine establishment," i told the receptionist. i had gotten a text yesterday from an unknown number that told me he was at this particular building. i had been looking all over for him, him having run off after his 'boyfriend' left. i swear he had been avoiding me like the plague. "and what is your relation to mr taka, ma'am?" she asked. "im his wife of 17 years," i showered her my ring. "oh! well dont let me stand in your way any more. here is the key. its on the top floor," she handed me a golden key card. i nodded a thanks and moved to the elevator.

it was really fucking high up. it was getting hard for me to stand i was so disoriented. the door finally opened, revealing yet another door. i swiped the key card and heard the click. i walked inside. i almost threw up. the place smelled FOUL. what the hell?! i honestly thought housekeeping would come up her and clean the place if he didnt. of course, this is his private property so they probably couldn't come. i looked around, spotting two wide windows. i walked over quickly and opened them, feeling that rush of fresh air. i took in a deep breath before turning back to the living room. he was no where in sight. i do remember seeing his car in the parking lot so im pretty sure he is here. i listened. i didnt hear the shower going or anything. i searched for the bathroom, finding it near the kitchen. i opened the door. i was correct in my earlier assumption. he isn't here. ok. i guess the last place to look is the bedroom. some more looking before i hit myself in the head, the bedroom being in the very obvious place of the door near the tv. i walked over and tried it. it was locked. locked? i hit on the door a few times, "juugo?.....juugo!..." i kept calling his name but i never got an answer. i sighed. i pulled out my cell and tried calling him. i heard his phone ringing through the door. it just rung and rung but i never got an answer. i sighed. looks like he is being difficult. ok. i looked at the door. locked from the other side. i cant say im very proud of this skill. i learned how to do it from my ex boyfriend suigetsu. ended up getting kidnapped and he told me how to break out over the phone. i pulled out a bobby pin from my hair, twisted it into position, and worked at the lock.

it was probably the most difficult of any ive ever done but i managed to get the click and the door opened. i immediately threw up at the burst of foulness that hit me the moment the door opened. to the point that it brought tears to my eyes. i looked over at the bed. oh he was here. "AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" i screamed until i went hoarse while the tears started to flow. i wish this sight was unfamiliar to me. i wish i hadn't seen it so many times when i was with suigetsu. his skin was pale and he was unmoving. not to mention the ocean of.....i couldn't even say it, cascading off the bed in drips. i quickly closed the door, not wanting to let more of the smell out. i moved over to the open window, taking in deep breaths of fresh air. no wonder he hadn't answered the phone.

the paramedics arrived not to long after, moving into the room to clean up. i had done so much, trying my best to win him back, only to find him dead in his own room. im...im a widow now. shit. the tears hadn't stopped flowing. i couldn't find the words. i dont even know what to do. i honestly dont know what to do. before i knew it, an hour had passed by. i was notified that the room was clean now. i didnt want to see the body. i didnt want the image of my husband's lifeless eyes with a smile burned into my memory. haven't i been mentally scarred enough? days and days of looking for him, trying my best to think of a way we can be back together. i thought i had had it. i took the gymnastics classes, becoming more flexible that i have ever been. i resolved myself to at least be monogamous for the rest of our lives but this.....this is unprecedented. i hadn't thought i would see the day where he would already have passed by the time i got back to him. i made my way into the cleaned room. the bed had been remade with fresh sheets, the carpet shampooed. the room was as if he was never in here. i searched the room, checking the drawers and closets, trying my hardest to find something, anything, that would make me feel better about this. someone i could direct all of my anger at for taking him away from me. i found nothing except for about three bags of cocaine in the false bottom of the third drawer in his nightstand, as well as a note. it was his handwriting, this i knew from the years of witnessing him work many cases.