very rough beginning drabble for untitled dark KakaIru fic

A squirrel chittered angrily as the slight but well-muscled shinobi dropped from the trees to the edge of the stream.  The young man paused for a quick drink and to allow a double handful of water to rinse away the worst of the sweat and dust from his travel-worn face before continuing on his swift, silent way.  He drew in his chakra and sped through the trees even faster, wanting nothing more than to reach his own apartment, take a shower, get a quick meal and a night's rest in his own bed.  Actually, he did want more... but in a hidden ninja village, you never knew when your companion or lover would be waiting when you came back or out on a mission of their own.  But Kakashi had already been overdue when the brown-haired chuunin had left on his own mission four days prior... surely he was home by now... please let him be home by now.