Disclaimer/Authoresses note
: Dun own Naruto…charmander. It mocks me…GRRRsdjgg. :D So. This is my first Naruto fic… annnd… it's something I've been doing on whims of my own entertainment. So it might not be that great. That, and I can't write that well as it is. But oh well~, enjoi! Kakairu, Sasunaru, some musings of Leesaku…because I could. And warning: there's lemon stuffs in later chapters. …o_o Yeah.Chapter One!
: Hurray for gobs of snow!---
It was snowing in Konoha.
The entire village was blanketed with beautiful white sheets of sparkling snow, and the sky was a pale, sickly gray. Dark eyes watched the gentle, fragile flakes dance in the light wind profoundly. Each flittering segment of glittering white whirled, churned, and finally landed unseen in masses of other snow flakes. The entire array was just spectacular, as it was for some reason a little sad.
Iruka Umino stood in front of his apartment window, resting his finger-tips at its sill while gazing with somewhat of a squint out at the storm. Class had finally ended, and he'd have to start grading papers in a few hours to get it out o the way. Iruka was somewhat disappointed. He had new students he was happy to learn to get along with, but said opportunity was cut short due to weather; as unpredictable as it is.
Though Iruka had new students - none were like his last favored three: Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura. Though they were clumsy as a group, if they only would pull themselves together, they would be great. Kakashi, the copy-nin, had even stated that the Uchiha Sasuke and vessel of the demon fox Naruto made an excellent team if they could put their rivalry behind themselves.
Kakashi. The young chuunin's stomach churned uncomfortably as he gripped at the sill of his window; muscles tensing and cheeks flaring at the mention of the copy ninja. Iruka's mind froze, and he found his eyes drifting to the white ground - rather than the swirling flakes. Every time Iruka thought about Kakashi, his every movement and thought would either be stalled or ceased. Iruka was never sure why, and he tried not to venture to the possibilities.
Iruka's cheeks flared to the point where there was even a bit of pink across the vertical scar that crossed over the bridge of his nose, for he had just seen Kakashi in strangely good timing. The jounin sensei stood in the middle of Iruka's view with a hand in his silvery white hair, absent mindedly dazing off into his surroundings. Much like Iruka had been until Kakashi caught his attention. Kakashi actually looked ethereal in beauty against the pale - yet bright - scenery. His light skin seemed as light as the snow, as was his hair, which glistened just as the white blankets and flakes did around him. Iruka seemed to have lost all interest in the snowy village, but was much more engrossed in just the amazing effect it had on Kakashi.
Kakashi seemed to have froze; stuck in place, and then averted his gaze to Iruka's window. Iruka nearly squeaked as his face drained of color and turned straw-berry red, and then ducked out of sight -- rather clumsily. It probably looked to Kakashi, who quirked his brow in response, that Iruka simply slipped for some reason, even though he was only standing in one place. Iruka rested his chin on his knees after hugging them to his body and sighed as his blush subsided. Kakashi smirked and vanished into the scenery.
Iruka's blush did return by very little, and quite briefly. Iruka had always KNOWN Kakashi was attractive, but never necessarily found him as such. Not until he'd seen him seconds ago. Maybe only because of the weathers affect did he now find him attractive; it could be spur of the moment, or really he had all along and just came to realize it now. All at once Iruka had lost his breath, and all at once his knees grew weak: stunned by the mans beauty. When Kakashi's eyes ventured in his direction, he felt he had to hide. Iruka had never even been attracted to a man until just then, in fact. Iruka felt his heart skip beats and his stomach churned again. Sighing to relieve the tight feeling in his chest, jumpy stomach, and tingling finger-tips and lips, Iruka found that his breathing was a bit quicker as was his heart beat. Kakashi made Iruka lose himself without effort, and Iruka felt a bit embarrassed.
Suddenly, a pair of cool hands gripped Iruka's shoulders, thereafter he received a cheerful "HALLO!". Iruka screamed, flailed, blushed and fell over onto his side, shocked. Iruka had also been surprised by the draft of cold air that rushed into his small apartment. "K-Kakashi! What--" Kakashi laughed, waved and sat at Iruka's window-sill casually, sitting with his legs apart and draping as one of his elbows rested on his knee, allowing his hand to support the weight of his chin. "Relax," he chirped. "I'm not going to kill you!" Though there was a mask over the jounin's lips, Iruka could hear the smile in his voice. Immediately - his pink blush grew to a dark red.
The man who made Iruka blush just by addressing his name, had his stomach churn just by being in the same room, and nerves rattle just by touch - was now sitting at Iruka's window-sill, kicking his legs like a child. "Though", Kakashi continued, "you may have died already.. Iruka? Hello~..." Iruka was nudged by the toe of Kakashi's boot, and he grunted. Kakashi was oblivious more than half the time to how strange Iruka acted around him. Iruka's stammering and blushing he found a little unusual - but most of the time, it seemed normal to Kakashi. It was almost as if the nervous wreck of a ninja was how Kakashi assumed Iruka to be; he didn't know that he himself was the one who made Iruka like that.
Not waiting for Iruka to gather his marbles and invite him in, Kakashi stepped into his apartment and closed the window before anymore heat was lost. Iruka suddenly was to his feet, and his blush was stifled (though still visible as a pale cherry that barely surfaced threw his cheeks) as he lowered his head a bit and glared up at the taller, older male. "...Can I help you?" Iruka asked. Kakashi grinned and pinched Iruka's warm cheeks with his freezing hands. "No, I doubt it." Iruka shrieked from the coldness of Kakashi's hands, and found himself blushing furiously once more just from the touch. Iruka pulled off Kakashi's hands. "You're hands are freezing!", Iruka whined, rubbing his cheek lightly. Kakashi chuckled, and his left eye turned upwards happily. Oh, how easy Iruka was to fluster. It was delicious. (A/N: _ Not like that!)
Kakashi bounced on his heels lightly. "Anyways, I was just wondering if I could stay here tonight!" Kakashi said cheerfully, holding up his finger tip in exclamation. "My apartment is currently half way done in by snow. I didn't know it was going to snow today, so I left my window open..." A nervous laugh, and Kakashi rubbed at the back of his neck. "...as soon as I got home, it was too late." Iruka paused, blinked, and then crossed his arms, apparently not taking serious note to what Kakashi was asking of him. "Then shovel the snow out?" Iruka countered. Kakashi blinked and placed his hands on his hips. "Well, of coarse I thought of that, but my apartment would be cold and wet..." Iruka furrowed his brows.
"All of it? Just how big is your apartment, anyways?"
"Oh...about," Kakashi held his hand a little over his own hair. "this high...and a little less wide...I can only fit a small book-case."
Iruka took notice to the grin and light blush Kakashi gave at the mention of his choice in furniture.. Icha Icha paradise shelf, no doubt. He was surprised that his apartment was so small.
"So!" Kakashi piped. "Can I stay the night?" That's when Iruka realized just what it was that Kakashi was asking for, and his cheeks painted to scarlet. "I-I only have one bed..." Kakashi blinked his lazy eyes and looked towards Iruka's couch. "I'll sleep on the couch, then.", he replied. Iruka sighed with relief. "Then you're more than welcome." He'd much sooner die of a heart-attack than sleep with Kakashi. Er...in the same bed as him, not as in... Iruka blushed again.
Kakashi grinned. "Good. Thanks! I knew I could count on you," Kakashi said, canting his head lightly. Iruka nodded.
Iruka figured he'd better get started on grading - while he still had some of his sanity. He made way to his desk and sat down with a plop, getting out the file that contained his students' work. Kakashi blinked and rested his elbows on Iruka's shoulders, and his chin on the top of his head. "Watcha doin'?" Kakashi curiously poked Iruka in the chest since his hands were almost touching Iruka's breast anyways. Iruka blushed lightly and sighed. "I'm just getting some work out of the way, is all." Kakashi frowned. "But it's the weekend! You can do whatever you want now~!" Iruka laughed lightly at Kakashi's whining. "Well, I don't want to worry about it at last minute is all." Kakashi nodded against Iruka's head, and then slid off. "Well, alright. I'm going to go wash up," Kakashi informed Iruka. Iruka nodded, taking out an ink bottle. "Okay then..."