A/N: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters. I wish I did . . .but sadly. I don't.

Summary: Kakashi is badly injured in battle and while Tsunade is away on a long mission, who better to help him heal then one of his rivals? Iruka!! While they disagree constantly, one of them is very much in love, while the other has feeling arise inside.

Chapters: Until I feel I have finished the plot.

Main characters: Iruka and Kakashi

Warnings: Yaoi!! LEMON –yup- If you don't know what Yaoi is. . . Turn away now!! If you are a homophobe . . . oh my fucking god. . go jump off a plane and onto a pile of knives!!

Kakashi felt someone press their hands to his forehead, but he didn't open his eyes for he knew it was extremely bright outside and he could it already feel a headache start. He didn't know what had happened. . . but something had obviously went down, or he wouldn't be laying down having sharp pains in his shoulders, legs and arms. Well. . . everywhere he was in pain.

"Kakashi . . . Kakashi. . . "

He felt someone dab something wet and cold on his forehead and continue calling him. He wanted to open his eyes and see who it was, but the headache stopped him from doing so.

"Kakashi-sensei?!" Someone screamed, causing Kakashi to flinch greatly.

"Keep it down Naruto!" the first voice hissed.

"But-but is he going to be ok?!"

"Yes. He'll be fine. We'll wait for his caretaker to get here. Chill Naruto,"

"Thank you. Old Lady Tsunade?"

"Hm?"

"When can I visit him?"

"Later. When he's comfortable at home with his caretaker,"

"Thanks!"

Kakashi finally knew who the person was. It was Hokage-Tsunade. "Tsunade?" he croaked, feeling her rest a hand on his chest, pressing down lightly. He let out a gasp and his eyes shot open. Everything was blurry and he could make out Tsunade's face in a blurry mess.

"Oh! Kakashi! Great! You're awake!" Tsunade smiled at him, feeling his forehead and pressing a finger into a bit, causing a natural reaction of his hands to shoot to his head, but he found he couldn't move his arms.

Tsunade?" he asked quietly. "What's wrong?" he asked trying to sit up but he couldn't move his back without extreme pain rippling through it. Tsunade sighed, rubbing he temples, sitting down to look at him.

"Kakashi, you were attacked by some shinobi. . . "

Kakashi instantly stopped her and nodded. "I know that Tsunade,"

"Let me finish! Well, you were attacked and you were attacked with poison needles which don't kill but paralyze your attacked parts for a while. Right now, your arms are paralyzed. Nothing major. You just can't move them for a good. . .5 months at most,"

Kakashi's eyes were wide with shock as he looked to Tsunade, or tried to anyway. "How long. . ."

"3 months at least, 5 at most,"

"What will I do!? I can't eat or even dress without my arms!"

Tsunade smiled and looked to the door. "You'll have a caretaker,"

"Who is it?" Kakashi asked quickly, trying to move his bandaged arms again.

"I'll get him," Tsunade stood and walked to the door, sliding it open and pulling someone in. Kakashi's face grew pale as the reluctant Iruka was pulled into the room. "Here he is," she said with a bright smile.

Iruka sighed, and looked to the ground, a small glare on his face. He obviously wasn't happy about this set up. "Tsunade. . .why me?" he asked with a small huff.

"Because! All the other Jounin are out on missions all the time, and it's the summer. . So since the academy is closed during the summer . . . you have all summer off to take care of our dear copy ninja," she said with a sickening smile.

Kakashi's face remained white as stared at Iruka, trying desperately to move his arms. "Don't strain them, Kakashi," Iruka finally looked to Kakashi and walked over, touching his chest and pressing down. Kakashi let out a gasp of pain and glared at Iruka.

"Why do people keep doing that to me?" he asked sitting up and looking at his arms that were bandaged up to his shoulders and were pathetically limp next to his body. "Tsunade?"

"Hm?"

"Can you move my arm onto my lap. It's falling off the bed," Kakashi watched his arm slip off the bed and hit a metal bar on the side of the bed. He let out a gasp of pain and tried desperately to move it. Iruka watched and before Tsunade could help, he gingerly lifted Kakashi's arm onto his lap, holding it there.

"Be careful Kakashi," he hissed moving away and looking at Tsunade. "Is he in any condition to go home?" he asked sitting down next to Tsunade and crossing his arms.

"I think he is fine to go home. You won't mind living with him this whole time . . . would you?"

Iruka felt a bit annoyed at this but he shook his head with a forced smile. "I wouldn't mind. He needs it anyway,"

"Good. Good. Since he's been out for a month he should be hungry. So feed him when you get home," At the mention of how long he'd been asleep he felt something stir in his stomach. He wanted to him to hug himself, and eat. . but he couldn't do that. "We can take him home instantly . . ." she said with a small nod.

A small sighed escaped his lips as he realized he was naked and his eyes widened as he noticed Tsunade had cut out his mask and kept It tied around his face, knowing how strange he was about that kind of thing.

"I'm naked," Kakashi said quickly. Iruka and Tsunade looked to him and let out a small giggle.

"We'll fix that. Iruka, you can clothe him. I'll leave for that," Iruka's eyes widened as he started to protest but she had already walked out. Iruka grimaced and walked over to Kakashi, taking out a clean pair of boxers and a pair of grey sweatpants. "Get up," Iruka muttered bluntly with a small sigh, turning around.

Kakashi looked to Iruka and glared. Well, he sure wasn't helping. Kakashi tried to move his legs off the bed but ended up falling off the bed with his arms and legs tangled in the sheets. "Iruka. Help. Please," he muttered

With an irritated sigh Iruka turned back around to face Kakashi and gasped, dropping the clothing on the floor. "Kakashi!" Iruka ran over to him and knelt down, pushing him to sit up. "Ok," Iruka sat behind Kakashi, his chest helping Kakashi's back stay up. "Here," he grasped the boxers and held them out, closing his eyes as he untangled the sheets in the process. "Slip your feet into these boxers," Iruka said holding them out, so Kakashi could slip them in.

A sigh escaped Kakashi's lips as he moved his feet into the boxers and let out a cough. "Iruka. You can pull them up now," Iruka let out a small huff and pulled the boxers up Kakashi's body, nudging him to lift his butt. Kakashi rose up a bit and felt Iruka's hand brush across his butt, causing Kakashi to gasp. "Sorry," Iruka stood up and in the process lifted him up by his waist, pulling the boxers up a bit more, without looking. "Ok. You are dressed. . "

Kakashi glared sharply at Iruka and nudged him with his foot. "The pants?" he asked with a small laugh. Iruka nodded and grabbed the pants, motioning for Kakashi to step into them. Kakashi moved and stepped into the pants, letting Iruka pull them up to the middle of his hips. They were jeans for now, until his arms started working, there was no use for Kakashi's shinobi wear.

Iruka smiled and grabbed Kakashi's arm, leading him out the door. Kakashi looked to Iruka, mainly silent for the moment. "Do you know where I live?" Iruka just shook his head and kept guiding him out of the hospital. Kakashi sighed and was about to point left to his apartment but he couldn't move his arm. "Left," he muttered watching Iruka's feet as they kept a steady pace.

'This is pathetic Kakashi. . .how could you have let your guard down? Now you have to be intensive care for five months,'

"Kakashi . . "

"Hm?"

"Which way?" Iruka had stopped them both and looked at two sets of apartments.

"The blue ones. Floor three and room 107," he muttered looking over at Iruka who helped him up the stairs, leading him to a room. Iruka pulled out a key from Kakashi's pants and unlocked the apartment, leading him inside. Kakashi smiled as he looked around his –surprisingly- clean home.

"You live . . . like a normal person!"

"Uh, Yeah. . . how did you expect me to live, Iruka?"

"Like a Jounin. . ."

"Hm. Well, I am very neat and tidy," Kakashi muttered sitting on a bar stool and letting his head fall onto the counter, letting out a groan.

"Kakashi . . . " Iruka was about to touch his shoulder but Kakashi grunted, turning his face away from Iruka's.

"This is pathetic. I am the copy ninja. I am supposed to be one of the fastest shinobi in Konoha. How did I manage to get hit by a couple of poison needles?!" he screamed slamming his head into the counter harder, letting out gasps of pain.

"Kakashi!" Iruka grabbed his shoulders and moved him to sit up. "This will end soon! Wait a few months. Trust me," Iruka usually hated being around Kakashi. But seeing this famous ninja be so hard on himself, was tormenting. Not to mention the fact that it was really bugging Iruka in an emotional way. "Kakashi. Come on. You need rest," Iruka tapped his shoulder with a small frown.

"I don't need help!" Kakashi hissed swinging his legs off and standing, feeling himself stagger a bit. "I'm perfectly fine Iruka," he muttered walking to his bedroom and glaring at the door, slamming his body into it and sliding to the ground. "Damn it!!" he screamed resting his head against the door and sobbing lightly.

Iruka watched silently and felt a stab of pain as he watched Kakashi cry quietly. "Kakashi... " he muttered walking to him and opening the door to the room. "Here. . ." he whispered grabbing Kakashi's body lightly and pulling him up and pushing him into the room. "Sleep," Iruka ordered him, pushing him to the bed and pulling back the covers. Kakashi collapsed to the ground on his bed and rolled over with some difficulty.

With a small sigh, Iruka walked out and closed the door, slumping into one of the sofas. He had never seen a Jounin so . . . so . . . useless. He could tell Kakashi was taking this hard. His main weapons were his hands. His chidori was used with his hand; his hands used all his kunai-knives and striking. What was Kakashi to do? Nothing. Just wait. Probably would kill him. Inside any way. Iruka pulled a throw off the side of the couch and curled up on the couch, his face pressed against a blue pillow and his eyes closed now.

'Even though I hate him . . . and he hates me. . . I feel utterly sorry for him. Everything he knew has been taken away. Oh well, he'll get over it,'