Blood in the water [Kakairu]

This isn't your apartment

(A/n) hi! I just wanted to say that this fic doesn't use honorifics because I do not understand them so I figured it would be better to leave them out than use them incorrectly

I love this pairing so I wanted to write something for it

Also TW for mention of suicidal tendencies if you didn't read the summary
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Iruka sighs and pinches his temple in frustration.
"No that isn't right, you're supposed to hit the target"
The small child seemed to think about what Iruka said before nodding and then throwing another kunai. It landed next to the first one.

His face scrunched up and then he started yelling about how there must be some jutsu on the kunai because there was no way he would have missed that one.

Iruka groaned internally and looked around the field, noting the other children were not having much better luck. He understood the difficulties the first or second time throwing a kunai but this was the fifth time they'd tried this week! And they weren't even close to the target. Iruka even had to shove several unaware children out of the way before a practice kunai hit them.

The child in front of him seemed to notice he wasn't listening because his voice had died down and he was staring at him expectantly.
"Iruka-sensei! It's not fair!"

Iruka just smiled and ruffled the kids hair. "It's alright, you'll get better with time. I promise"

A long time by the way things were going.

Eventually class ended and Iruka began collecting the stray kunai that had been too dangerous to get while kids were still throwing. He locked up his materials and headed out into the cool Konoha afternoon. It was still on the last legs of spring so the breeze was pleasant and the scent of flowers wafted through the air.

Iruka took a deep breath and walked towards the tower. He'd have to start mission room duty soon but he choose to go the long way past the new trees one of his neighbors had planted. The sweet lady that lived there had said the buds would open soon and Iruka wanted to be the first to see them.

Arriving at his destination he walked to the door and politely knocked. A shuffle came from inside before the door opened and an old lady appeared.

"Oh Iruka!"
She opened the door and Iruka stepped inside.
"I have some bad news I'm afraid, one of the trees has completely withered"

"Really? How?"

"I'm not sure dear, it was almost overnight. Yesterday it was fine and then today- well you'll see"

She led Iruka to the back of her home and then into the backyard where her garden lay. Iruka gasped.

There were three trees in a row. Two were healthy and the buds seemed ready to burst. But the third was.. well.. completely dead. It looked like it had been for months.

"I'm not one to believe in all that superstitious nonsense but-"
She seemed at a loss of words for a moment.

"Well I just planted that one thinking about how much you'd like it and now it's dead so .. be careful Iruka"

Iruka nodded. He didn't really believe in those sorts of things either but he wanted to make his neighbor feel at ease.

That night Iruka couldn't sleep. He knew it was late, judging by the moons position in the sky outside his window but sleep just wouldn't come. So he lie awake staring at the ceiling, thinking over lesson plans for the next week. Tomorrow was Saturday so he guessed not being able to sleep would be okay since he could just sleep in the following morning.