note: from now on if the story of mine is originally from dA it'll just be "dA" and the title and if its depressingish. so
dA. "Scars ~Iruka Umino/Reader~" sad
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
"Hey, Iru-chan, how'd you get your scar?" _____ asked curiously. I tensed up, all of the thoughts immediately flooding my mind of what I was going to tell her.
Some people said that I got it from the Nine-Tails (though I would've been killed), and some said it was just during the fight. Other's say it was during a graduation with Mizuki. But...they say that because they don't know, because some people say it isn't a scar. Some people say I was born with it.
"Iru-chan?" _____ looked at me, confusion on her face. I glanced around, giving her a quiet whisper of "I'll tell you later." Using chakra, I jumped to a different height. She looked around; to her left, to her right...she did a complete turn as a frown adorned her face. The look in her eyes...I couldn't exactly place it.
That was when I went to a place I thought I would never go in my life, and I really, really didn't need what I knew I was going to buy...
Drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
I'm pissed cause you came around
Why don't you just go home
I knocked on the door to Iruka's apartment with hesitance. "I-iru-chan?" I asked. He'd disappeared just the day before, and I didn't see him at all today, and that worried me a lot.
Especially since the only time he didn't go to the academy was when he was sick. I didn't want him to be sick.
"G-go away," a voice came from inside. It was Iru-chan's voice, but...slurred? Why would it be slurred? He was just sleepy, right? People's voices slurred when they were sleepy, so he was just sleepy.
"Iru-chan, please, let me in," I said. I tried to force the sad tone out of my voice. "I wanna see if you're okay." However, the worried one wouldn't go away.
"Jus' go away, _____! I wanna be alo-hic-alone!"
I stared at the door. I was...upset, to say the least. He wasn't tired- he definitely wasn't tired, but...
"Iruka, you promised me that you'd never drink...and if you did, you'd let me take care of you..." I mumbled softly, placing my forehead to the door. All I heard was "Shuddup, _____! G-go home...!"
I don't know how long it was before I fell asleep.
Cause you channel all your pain
And I can't help you fix yourself
You're making me insane
All I can say is
I watched as _____ stared at the ground. She was thinking again- not that she ever stopped thinking, at least. She was thinking about...
"Stop." I was shocked when I heard my voice, but didn't say anything more. I knew I couldn't fix her- I tried my best to help, but that barely worked too. Kami, she's driving me insane with what she does...
"Why should I?"
I stared into her -e/c- eyes. A frown was on my face as I tried my best to search for an answer.
"You never told me about-"
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
I stared helplessly at Iruka. I didn't understand, at all. It's been three days, and every time- every single time- I ask about his scar, he just says "I'll tell you later," and he runs off. So I decided to stop asking. I...didn't know what else to ask him, honestly. I didn't know, and that...bothered me.
My thumb rubbed across the opposite side of my hand, feeling one of the many scars that adorned my own body. That one, of course, was one of the three that were always uncovered.
"What's your favorite color, _____?" Iruka asked suddenly. "Your answer always changes."
"Right now, it's still -f/c-," I said. I really have no idea why he asked.
Maybe the silence wasn't just getting to him.
