KakaIru Thanksgiving
In celebration of the day of thanksgiving, I will be putting up Thanksgiving one-shots in each of my three fandoms. Here is my Kakashi-Iruka submission.
Ignore the fact that this is coming on Friday. I'm in Yosemite and Internet is hard to come by.
Kakashi had much to be thankful for at the moment.
He was alive. A while ago, he would have bemoaned that fact, wondered if it was worth it, had it not been for the next thing he had to be thankful for, which was puttering around the kitchen in his frantic way.
He had Iruka. If anyone really looked, or even bothered to look at all, they'd see the shy, self-defeating teacher had him, hook, line and sinker. Why else would Sharingan Kakashi, the infamous copy-nin, be sitting in his own apartment, mask-less, awaiting the loud, annoying presence of half the village shinobi, and be perfectly happy about it?
Not just because Iruka had promised various… favors… but because the idea of feeding everyone in their one moment of peace made Iruka happy. And if it made Iruka smile, Kakashi would not ruin it being an idiot. Kami knows he had done that enough.
Soon enough, the modest apartment was filled with laughs, bets, cordial insults and a constant run of telltale proclamations of youth. A few young ones were present, but not enough, evidently, to shame the adults present into any kind of modesty or respectability… as if they had any to begin with.
Dinner had gone off without a hitch, excepting when Naruto had offered to help and nearly set the building on fire. But, since no one was hurt and all the dishes were gone, it counted as 'without a hitch' in Kakashi's book.
Now everyone was shoved into the little sitting room (which was just a room with a couch, really) and having a blast. Naruto was sitting on Sasuke's lap, Kurenai was on Asuma's lap, hiding things in his beard, Sakura was draped over Tsunade, Anko and Gai, singing something about bunnies and kunai, Lee was drunkenly trying to serenade Neji, who was passed out in Ten-ten's lap, probably from shame. Kakashi was quite content laughing at them all with a tired and happy Iruka in one arm and a glass of sake in the other hand.
Iruka.
Sake.
Iruka.
Sake.
Iruka wins.
"Everyone get the hell out." Mass grumblings ensued.
"Awww, 'Kashi.. 'cmon.."
"NOW."
Tsunade dug her way out of the pile of drunk-ass shinobi she was buried under. "Come on, brats. Let's go so Kashi can baste Iruka's turkey." Like a trigger, the room emptied.
Kakashi wasn't sure whether to be glad or insulted. Was it that obvious? He looked down at the chuunin in his arms and smiled to himself. Of course it was obvious. He was in love with Iruka. There. He said it. Just in his head but soon he'll be able to say it. Say it for real, to the one that made it real.
"Happy Thanksgiving, my Ruka."
"Happy Thanksgiving, Kashi."
Everything would be just fine.
