Hey! Here I am writing a Kakairu fanfic for the first time. Just so you know, they're my OTP, and so I'm actually trying with this one. I'm really excited about this story nonetheless...it has potential. Well that's for you to decide.
I'm looking at pictures while I write the chapters for this story and them plus the songs inspire me. I'll give you the link to each picture if I can find them again.
If you take a gander at my profile, you'll realize I'm a full-fledged procrastinator, but I do intend to finish all my stories, even if it's years later. So if I disappear for like a month, maybe it's just because I'm disappointed with where the story is going, but I'll re-appear... eventually.
Each chapter is going to be based off a song. So I guess this would be a songfic. I'm kind of lost myself with this kind of thing.
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto yaoi and shounen-ai would roam free in the streets of Konohagakure and Sunagakure and Kumogakure and Kirigakure and Iwagakure and...
The song for this Chapter is 'Can't Take My Eyes off You." By Frankie Valli:
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
You'd be like heaven to touch.
I wanna hold you so much.
At long last love has arrived.
And I thank god I'm alive.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
Pardon the way that I stare.
There's nothing else to compare.
The thought of you leaves me weak.
There are no words left to speak.
But if you feel like I feel.
Then let me know that it's real.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
Iruka's eye twitched.
Someone was watching him.
Considering the fact that at this particular time when the mission room was filled to overflowing, with everyone and their mother turning in mission reports and getting other missions, Iruka was guaranteed that at one point or another there would be persons looking at him front time to time.
But this gaze...
His eye twitched again, and he absently thanked the person in front of him for their hard work and took a report from the next nin in line.
...It was like this person wasn't even trying to hide that they were trying to bore a hole through teacher.
And said teacher was aggravated.
And yet every time he glanced up no one would be blatantly staring at him, yet he could still feel that unrelenting gaze, like a needle being jabbed repeatedly into his forehead. But he still couldn't find the person!
He considered ripping out his hair in frustration, but that would surely garner a few odd looks from his comrades wouldn't it?
He thanked the person in front of him, even adding a small smile, but inside wishing he could find the owner and culprit of the gaze so he could glare and send him a mental note to piss off!
He sneaked a glance up as he absentmindedly took a mission report from the person in front of him.
There was Asuma, the cigar in his mouth bobbing up and down as he related something to a group of chuckling people.
Anko was closer to the corner furthest from Iruka, doing –what the hell was she doing was that...Oh...oh no...That is just... no- Anko was doing... something.
Raidou stood in the circle around Asuma, looking relatively bored.
Kurenai was sitting on the couch, conversing with three other kunoichi about one thing or the other.
And Gai...Gai was posing, emitting sparkles and oozing green spandex, daring the indifferent Kakashi to challenge him, then proclaiming how cool he was, yet declaring he was going to beat him one day.
Iruka took sudden interest in the mission report in front of him, not noticing the Nin he took it from. Kakashi...that was the one name that could make the butterflies in his stomach start doing the tango. Iruka resisted the urge to bury his head in his hands and squeal.
"Iruka-sensei, what have we here. Are you blushing?" Genma stood in front of him, sebon firmly in mouth.
Iruka looked up; his blush disappearing abruptly, as if he had been doused with ice-cold water.
"Genma, move..." Iruka said, annoyed. His eye twitched again, not only because of the gaze that was still there but because of the presence now in front of him.
Some people had taken interest in their conversation quickly; wondering if they were finally going to get to see Iruka blow up.
"Iruka-sensei, you seemed frustrated." The oblivious man said to him.
Iruka didn't know what it was about Genma, but the man just grated on his nerves, and he was getting more and more pissed by the second.
"And you seem blind." He wanted to say, but swallowed his frustration and replied sighing, "Ano, Genma-san, just tired."
Genma grinned, "Don't worry, Iruka-sensei, all you need is some rest and you'll be good as new."
Iruka nodded and smiled, appearing to take what he was saying into careful consideration, when really he was plotting the jounin's slow, painful, torturous death.
"Genma-san, My Ever Youthful Companion, It Seems You Are Disturbing the Utmost Youthful Teacher of the Youth, Iruka-sensei!"
Genma blinked up at Gai's sudden appearance.
Iruka squinted at the man who made the lights brighten and shimmer.
Genma looked sheepishly at Iruka, "Ahh, sorry Iruka-sensei. I guess I really am holding up the line..." he trailed off.
"I think it would be best if you left Genma-san. Thank you for your hard work."
Iruka waited until Genma was gone, "Gai that wasn't nice..." Iruka admonished.
"Ahh, But It Was Necessary Iruka-sensei! Gai affirmed. "Genma Was Taking Too Long! Also," he produced a fresh, crisp, clean, elegantly written mission report. Multi-coloured sparkles fell off the sides and littered Iruka's desk, "While I Was Here I Thought I Should Give This to You."
Iruka sighed and chuckled a bit, "Thank you for your hard work Gai-san."
Iruka spared a glance up.
The mission room crowd had dwindled as it got later, and he only had two more persons to deal with and then his shift was over.
Other than them, there was only Kakashi, a kunoichi, Genma and five more nin.
He spared a glance up and instantly looked back down to report in his hands.
Kakashi was talking to the kunoichi, a dark-haired kunoichi, whose hair flowed in long, soft curls down to her hips. She had her curves in all the right places and had one hand perched on her hip as she leaned against the same wall Kakashi was lazily slouching against, right next to the door. She was smiling at whatever the taller jounin was saying and Iruka watched him give her his famous one-eyed smile.
He felt his guts twist like knotted wires.
He was an idiot, he realized. Of course Kakashi wouldn't be gay. He was so heterosexual that he read porn in public.
The pervert.
He chanced another glance, as he looked up at the last shinobi in front of him at that moment, and discovered that Kakashi was looking straight at him. The dark charcoal eye was looking at him the way he would have look at any normal person whom he would glance at, but in that instant Iruka felt his heart warm and his skin tingle.
But now as Iruka smiled tenderly at the exhausted looking shinobi in front of him, he felt the kunoichi's gaze on him. So, just as he thanked the man for his work, he had also glanced at her for a split second, but her gaze felt like an ice-cold slap to the face.
He looked down as quick as he could and gathered up his scrolls and the papers he had to mark for Monday.
His plan was to slip past them and out the door, and get home as fast as he could to a soft, warm bed and sleep off the past week.
His plan was foiled when Kakashi looked straight at him and smiled, saying, "Iruka-sensei, wait for a second."
Iruka would've have protested adamantly at the fact that his knees did notfeel weak. To his last dying breath.
"A Sensei? In the mission room?" - The feeling was gone- "You're a chuunin then." She said this in such a way that Iruka felt almost ashamed of his position... Inferior, especially to these two in front of him.
He turned a fierce scarlet, "Um...yes I am..." he trailed, off at a loss for her name and also wishing he could scurry off into the night.
"Aiko-san, the Ambassador from Kumogakure." Kakashi filled in.
Iruka glanced at him in silent thanks.
"Kakashi-Sama, I told you to call me Natsumi." She almost whined, but instead pouted cutely at the constantly bored man.
Iruka was about to excuse himself politely, when Natsumi turned to him and smiled, nothing more to him than her lips stretching over her teeth, "Kakashi-Sama here," she gestured towards the slouching jounin who had whipped out his Icha-Icha- he should've gotten paid for effective advertising, the book was very striking- she looked at him, nonplussed for a moment, but turned back to Iruka shaking her head slightly, "...Was just showing me around your beautiful village."
"No doubt Kakashi-san has displayed nothing less than the best hospitality." He sent a mild glare towards the known lazy jounin.
"Maa, Iruka-sensei, you don't trust me?"
Iruka looked again at the man. He was peering over his book and looking Iruka in the eye. Whilse his voice had held a faint amusement, his eyes were questioning him, and so Iruka looked away.
"Well you look busy sensei, we wouldn't want to bother you or waste your time..." Aiko-san looked apologetic.
Iruka smiled at the subtle dismissing. "Of course... Good night Aiko-san, Kakashi-sensei." he nodded his head to each.
Time to go home.
"See you tomorrow Iruka-sensei." Kakashi pulled his one-eyed smile and Iruka felt his heart lurch. He gave a small smile to the man, and walked out of the mission room.
Iruka walked home silently, somber, sullen...
He'd always known he didn't have a chance with Kakashi. Who exactly did he think he was?
He looked down, gripping the scrolls and papers tighter to his chest.
Oh yeah... a chuunin.
But he couldn't help it that when he saw Kakashi, his knees weakened just the slightest bit.
And then, there was the fact that the jounin hated him for some unfathomable reason. Not enough to be direct about it, but enough to make Iruka keep his distance.
He sighed; it was hopeless to think about. It was late and the week had been tiring, a bunch of those hectic days you thought you could manage and didn't feel drained by...until you relaxed.
He yawned at the thought of his bed, and at the sight of his house he felt lethargy soaking into his bones.
He unlocked the door and dumped his load in the living room.
And then made his way directly to his bedroom, not even bothering to turn on the lights.
And that's that, the first chapter of Never Let You Go. I have hope in this one...again...for you to decide. But do tell me.
I exercised yesterday; some moves called Hindu squats...Never do them. I can't move and this is not me being dramatic. My legs gave out some while ago and I collapsed. Tragic...
But...anyways, tell me your thoughts. If you want to just rant, feel free. Reviews make me feel better all the time. They don't have to be good. I just want to see what you think of the story. I know this chapter was short, but I would have spoilt it had I gone on any longer.
And I'm not at all certain if I'll be updating before Christmas again.
So from now... MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OF YOU! :D HAPPY KWANZAA! HAPPY HANUKKAH! Peace and good tidings of joy to all...
Temporarily paralyzed.
-Werepire.