Forbidden Love

Chapter Six - Overwhelmed

Thoroughly hot blood was rapidly circulating through Kakashi's horsed veins as his much required heart spurts were painfully sore and overwrought; calm breaths, that were at a time gleefully composed and joyfully relaxed, fluctuated quickly from horribly perturbed pants to uneasy groans due to the lack of sweet oxygen, in which suddenly came to an abrupt halt from its needed flow through his aching lungs. Adrenaline coursed through his glistening rivers of vital fluids within his small body, causing a thin layer of repugnant sweat slipping down the curved nape of his neck, though, it only unintentionally encouraged him to proceed quicker, faster! At this great, astonishing speed, he could barely see a few feet ahead of him, though, he couldn't be bothered give a single damn at a horrendous time like this. His old, ripped shoes pounded extremely heavy across the concrete ground, causing gross, dirty puddles from rain water to slash up his defined thighs. Kakashi could vividly feel his whole body working harder and harder by each ceasing second; his leg muscles running warm, an early sign to clearly present to him that he was growing tired. So, due to the thunderous demands of his legs to ultimately come to a much needed stop, so he could considerately rest his exhausted, tired muscles. Kakashi vigorously gasped for fresh air to once more course gushingly through his overworked lungs as he did not realize that he was causing himself to painfully choke from the consumption of agonizing sprinting. After a long while of attempting to catch his breath, Kakashi glanced up to locate his surroundings and perhaps know where he had ran off to. Though, all Kakashi could spot within his blurred vision were brilliantly illuminated lights beautifully highlighting the streets as it was quite extraordinary to visualize compared to the other bland roads around the block. Frightening hoards of separate individuals were claustrophobically flooding around the small, central area to surround what seemed like small nick-nack stores that had wonderfully well designed, orange, purple, and blue cute lanterns, which were radiantly bright, casting off that oh so remarkable glow to the streets while they dangled off thin, black string, intertwining through one silky quilted roof of a minor store to another item shop. A few, or rather, the majority of people were deliberately buying artifacts from the tiny thrift shops as they were just happily peering at the stunningly well crafted objects while almost all beggingly yearned to own. The small stores were astonishingly perfectly rowed up with one another to make some walking distance for the joyous witnesses of this glorious sight to be able to have some mobility between everyone else. After silently studying, Kakashi concluded that this was a grand festival partaking in the center of his town, which he unknowingly was informed about. The small silver-ette's face scrunched from the sight of all the pleasant faces of the men, women and children receiving items as gifts from their loved ones while he heard laughing, singing, cheering going on all around him; it just filled him with such grief as all his mind was able to concept about was... the hell he had been through just before he had childishly ran away from his only home. Not even having the rare chance of being able to finally analyze such a lovely sight such as this was enough to cheer him up; it actually made him rather depressed. Searching around his small radius of sight, he noticed a couple warmly embracing one another, whispering what seemed like sweet wishes and love claims to each other as the female giggled happily by the others kind, loving words; they were as close as they could possibly be, soon kissing each other passionately as the male began stroking the hip of the other's in a intimate fashion. They then left to go home, holding hands as they stuck together like sticky glue being since they were shoulder to shoulder. Kakashi was so close to disgustingly vomiting, not only because his weak stomach was tiredly wrenched, but because the ill strickening thought of... that man... sexually touching his own body downright disgusted him to the bone! "Marriage, marriage, marriage!" He spat out, unable to conceal the horrible feeling of treachery any longer as the insane idea of marrying a... toxic man he has never in his life met until that sorrow filled day is completely and utterly absurd. Yes, it may possibly save he and his poor father from the hellish depths of poverty, but it was just so horrible to bestow that aching burden onto his son's already scarred back. It was thoroughly selfish! It was unbearable to even think about how inconsiderate the decision was.