The Man Who Saved Me From Myself (Kakashi Hatake Modern Love Story)

Chapter Five: The Midnight Visitor

Rosaline was just getting out of the shower and towel drying her wet hair when she heard a faint knock on her door.

Who could it be at this hour? She wondered. Cautiously, Rosaline made her way to the door and peeped through the peephole. There, leaning against her door, Rosaline could make out the figure of Mr. Hatake. His breathing was labored and he seemed to be bleeding. Immediately, Rosaline unlocked her door, only to have Mr. Hatake's large figure fall right into her small one.

"H-help," Mr. Hatake groaned burying his face in Rosaline's neck.

Rosaline stumbled backward, taking Mr. Hatake with her, hitting into a wall. Slowly, she positioned him to lean on her, while she dragged him to her sofa and gently laid him down. He was too tall to fit on Rosaline's small sofa, his feet sticking out on one side. Rosaline rushed to get her first aid kit and in moments, she bandaged up all of the open wounds she saw.

What happened? She thought, curiously.

After giving Mr. Hatake some medicine and a drink of water, his color seemed to return to whatever parts of his face can be seen and his small fever was residing.

"Mr. Hatake? Is there anywhere else you're hurt? Anywhere else I need to bandage?"

Mr. Hatake nodded. He got up slowly and painfully and clutched his side. Rosaline helped him back down and moved to check out the wound. Gasping, she realized this was the most serious wound of them all. Without thinking, Rosaline pushed Mr. Hatake's shirt away and started to clean the seeping red gash on his side.

"Are you sure you don't want me to take you to the hospital?" Rosaline kept asking, her voice pleading. But Mr. Hatake was adamant in his refusal. "Too many questions," he murmured weakly.

I have the most questions! Rosaline thought with an exasperated sigh.

After at least an hour, Rosaline cleaned up Mr. Hatake's wounds, dressed them and got rid of the soiled gauzes she had used in the process. She was about to head to bed but a sudden hand grabbed hers, clutching tightly.

"Just a little longer," Mr. Hatake breathed laboriously. "Please."

Rosaline hadn't the heart to refuse so she sat by the sofa, allowing Mr. Hatake to clutch her hand as he slowly fell asleep. And after a while, she too found herself in a deep slumber.

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There was smoke.

There was fire.

And there was screaming.

And suddenly there was a voice too.

I love you, sweety. Don't forget it.

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Rosaline gasped and opened her eyes. She blinked once. Twice. Where was she? Then she saw the figure lying on her sofa, breathing heavily. Her hand was intertwined with his. Rosaline panicked and quickly moved her hand away, standing up frantically. She headed to her room to clear her head and decided it was a good time for a shower. Her hands were still soiled from Mr. Hatake's dry blood and her hair was sweaty from her nightmare.

By the time Rosaline was done, she found Mr. Hatake sitting on the sofa, a hand on his side and the other clutching the sofa's cushion.

"Mr. Hatake!" Rosaline ran to his side. "You shouldn't be sitting up like this, what are you doing?"

Mr. Hatake just waved her off and attempted to stand up, but his head swooned and he fell back down in a thud.

"I told you," Rosaline said softly. She was about to help Mr. Hatake lay back down when he suddenly pulled her towards him, Rosaline's small figure trapped in between his large legs. Rosaline squeaked at the gesture, attempting to get off, but even at his weakened state, she was no match for him.

"H-hey," she protested.