Authors note: A. I don't own Naruto.
B. I am completely rewriting this story, so all previous chapters will be taken down and re-posted as they are rewritten and actually planned out in a better fashion this time. Thank you all for understanding, and if you enjoyed this the first time hopefully you'll enjoy it in its new form as well! The first two chapters will be pretty much the same thing, just longer, but chapter three will start heading a new direction!
Naruto had a plan. A plan of revenge. A plan that involved wiping that smug smile (at least Naruto thought it was a smile, the mask made it hard to tell) from his Sensei's face. There was no chance it would fail….everyone would revel at and bow to Naruto's immense cleverness. All the pieces were in place, all persons unsuspecting.
Hehehehehehehehe. Naruto grinned, his eyes sparkling, and then his form disappeared in a puff of ninjutsu smoke.
Iruka sat at his desk in the schoolroom, fighting the urge to give the entire class detention. Every one of them was so talented they didn't feel the need to study; when test time came they guessed and hoped they got it right. The problematic part was that they often did. His frustrated musing was broken by a light knock on the door, and through the tinted glass he was Kakashi waving from outside. Iruka stood up grimly. To be interrupting him this early it must be something to do with Naruto. The boy was like a son to him, but by the Hokage couldn't he ever stay out of trouble?
"Class, continue reading section 3.5- Fire Jutsu. I'll be back in just a moment." 'Hopefully' he added as he stepped into the hallway, closing the door quietly behind him.
"What is it Kakashi?" Iruka said in a resigned voice.
"Iruka, there is a serious matter that must be solved." Iruka looked at him expectantly. Something felt off. Iruka would have sworn something was odd about Kakashi today, he seemed taller, or perhaps his worry was affecting his senses. "It was existed for quite some time, but I decided now was the appropriate moment to address it." Kakashi's voice was solemn, serious. His one uncovered eye burrowed into Iruka's anxious gaze. Iruka's face paled. This was about Naruto then! The boy's pranks would one day expel him from ninja training if he kept it up.
"Just tell me what's wrong and I'll be sure to lecture him about it over Ramen tonight!." Iruka gestured in understand at Naruto's ridiculous ways.
"Him? Oh! You mean Uzumaki. No, this isn't about him for once, though I'm sure he'd appreciate the ramen." Kakashi's aura transformed into one of even more intense seriousness, and he took a final step towards the teacher.
"No, Iruka, this is about you." Iruka's eyes widened, comprehension far from his reach. Kakashi's voice sounded so…intense and for lack of a better word, sultry. A deadly silence continued to descend as Kakashi place his hand around Iruka's waist and pulled their bodies together. A scarce few inches kept their vests from meeting. He could feel Kakashi's breath on his face, and the warmth from Kakashi's skin. Chills ran down Iruka's spine, whether from fright or pleasure he couldn't say.
Finally, placing his lips so close to Iruka's ear that he could feel their gentle movement, Kakashi whispered. "Meet me tonight at the edge of the forest at moonrise, near the swing." With a mischievous glint in his eye Kakashi broke the embrace. Iruka stood frozen while Kakashi calmly strutted down the hall, and out of sight.
What the hell!
Naruto undid the jutsu once he was outside the school grounds. Perfect! Iruka hadn't reacted quite like he'd imagined, he'd expected much more yelling or irritation, but this worked fine. Revenge would still be revenge. He hoped his depiction of Kakashi had been alright, and that his suggestion of Ramen would stick until he received an opening to take advantage of it.
Now he had to ensure that Kakashi arrived at the same time. He had seen Iruka's wrath before, and it even made him, the brave, daring Uzumaki Naruto quake in fear! Sensei didn't stand a chance.
The Jounin was outside training with Sakura and Sasuke. "Sakura, not so much energy. You want to stun your opponent, not crush them. And Sasuke, please…." Kakashi looked off to his right to see a far too energetic Naruto approaching the group. "Well, look who it is. You're finally here. Brat."
"Sorry Sensei! Iruka asked me to run a few errands, and to give this to you." Naruto help out a thin scroll sealed with wax. Iruka. That explained Naruto's gigantic grin, Iruka was the closest thing Naruto had to a father, and since Kakashi took over his training he didn't think Naruto had seen him as much. That, however, was no excuse for lateness. Kakashi took the scroll and tucked it away in a pocket.
"Now, Naruto, as punishment for being late, you and Sasuke get this class D mission I picked up for you. Collecting the city garbage." Naruto's expression fell, his eyes twitched.
"What! Why do I have to work with dumbass here! And why isn't Sakura helping us!" Kakashi ears grimaced at Naruto's screechy tone turning every question into an exclamation.
"Because Sakura still needs help with this jutsu and you two are free. Go!"
Kakashi waited until supper to open the scroll. It was one line of hastily scrawling writing, with an unusual request.
"Come to the edge of the forest at moonrise, near the swing." It contained Iruka's signature, but the wording was awkward. Iruka was a teacher, if anything he was the pickiest ninja in the village as far as writing was concerned. It could be a joke, one of Naruto's pranks. Still, if it was Iruka he'd better not miss it. "Looks like I'm going." He stood up from the bar, laying down a small tip and smoothing back his unsmoothable hair. What information could come from Iruka that no other ninja of a higher rank couldn't tell him?
He decided to arrive at the meeting place early. If it were Naruto he'd catch him in the act. If not, he would arrive just the same.
Iruka ate dinner fretfully. Why had Kakashi done that? Especially during class, he hadn't been able to focus on teaching at all afterwards. Because of his absent-mindedness two students had caught on fire. It hadn't appeared to be a ruse though. Iruka's skin tingled as he remembered the full of Kakashi's tough, lean arms around his middle….
"What am I thinking? If I don't get a move on I'm going to be late!" Iruka jerked up from his chair, nearly upsetting his bowl of noodles. He cast a temporary jutsu to remove the currently-permanent blush from his cheeks, and headed out the door.
Kakashi noticed Iruka's arrival with surprise. He hadn't actually thought the note to be sincere. He might as well see what the trouble was.
"Good evening Iruka." Kakashi emerged cheerfully from the forest, his posture relaxed and his smile bright. As he came closer Iruka's obvious nervousness made him pause. "Is something wrong?" Kakashi's mind ran through the possibilities. The Hokage did trust Iruka, it could be a message he wasn't sure another Jounin would safely keep secret.
Iruka couldn't believe Kakashi's nerve, pretending nothing had happened. "What's wrong?" His calm demeanor was at its limit. Only the barest threads of ninja training kept his voice normal. "Everything about today has been wrong. What you did this morning, my reaction to it. Kakashi, why exactly did you want me to meet you here?" Iruka met Kakashi's gaze, confusion and anger warring with each other in a painfully obvious manner.
Kakashi's first reaction to Iruka's speech was puzzlement. This morning? Kakashi had spent all morning with Sakura and Sasuke. Then Naruto had showed up later with the message and…. Kakashi twitched internally. Brat indeed. As if to confirm his inner suspicions Kakashi suddenly picked up on a chakra signature that could belong to no other then his student to the right of Iruka and himself.
"Iruka, what did I do this morning?" Kakashi kept his own voice steady. Unfortunately for Iruka the jutsu hiding his brilliant red cheeks had worn off, so as Iruka searched for the words to describe what Kakashi had done they flared up again.
"What did you do? As best I could tell you…you….you were hitting on me! Like I was one the girls in your novels!" Kakashi was knocked momentarily speechless. Of all the things Naruto could do he did that? Played matchmaker? With Iruka and himself? An antic like that was listed nowhere within Kakashi's psychological profile of Uzumaki, but it's also possible a thirteen year old wouldn't know what he was doing to his teacher using Kakashi's face. Still, he knew Naruto was watching, and so, Kakashi being foolish and more then a little perverted, he played along.
"Nothing more? That is a shame." Kakashi once again closed the distance between himself and the chunin rapidly, mentally willing Iruka not to notice Naruto and so lose the moment. "I'll have to fix that." Kakashi slipped his arm's around Iruka's torso and pulled his colleague to him. "You know Iruka, you're slightly shorter than me. I like that." Tilting Iruka's head up with one hand he was shocked by the yearning he saw in Iruka's eyes, and even more by his own response. He had never looked close enough at Iruka to see how handsome, how expressive, how damned sexy he was.
Kakashi reached behind his head with his other hand and undid his facemask, undoing it carefully so that Iruka never saw the bottom half of Kakashi's face before he found himself captured by Kakashi's lips. The next few moments moved like a dream, Iruka bending into Kakashi's embrace, his arms fastening themselves around Kakashi's neck and drawing him further into the kiss, his tongue beginning to penetrate Kakashi's mouth. Kakashi's hands began to roam, examining Iruka's finely toned chest and shoulders, realizing that those buckles could be gone before Iruka even realized he was naked. Iruka's hands gripped at Kakashi's hair, pulling him even farther down and below the waves of lust.
Then, fortunately (or unfortunately) for both of them a slight rustle of nearby bushes reminded Kakashi of their audience, and he reluctantly pulled himself away from Iruka's grip, quickly redoing his mask.
The red haze before Iruka's vision faded as Kakashi unlinked his arms. His blood was racing, his face flushed. Thought returned with the realization of what he had just done. His heart beat did not slow with remembrance, but hastened. Those luscious lips clamped onto his, sucking away his breath, his willpower…Iruka shook his head madly. How could he be thinking such things? After that kiss, how could he not be?
"Kakashi…we…you…I…" Iruka had no control of his speech. There were so many things begging to escape. 'Kakashi, this is wrong!' or 'What the hell are you trying to pull' or a very urgent, noticeable part of Iruka wanted to demand 'Why are we still here, dressed, and not on your bed!'.
"Iruka, I think you should go back to your room. I'll see you tomorrow." Kakashi commanded. Iruka was obviously in no condition to be stressing himself further, and Kakashi wasn't sure how much longer he could resist simply jumping him. Iruka nodded numbly and stumbled back to his quarters. Maybe this was all a dream.
Naruto was frozen. Kakashi had… then Iruka had… and they both…! Somehow he felt his plan wasn't going as he'd hoped. Seeing his teacher's caught in a wild, passionate embrace did not feel like revenge. Actually, it felt like someone was getting revenge on him, though for what he wasn't sure. Did this mean Iruka was gay? He'd never seen Iruka with a girlfriend certainly, but Iruka was a ninja, that didn't mean much. Surely not Kakashi though, he was always reading those porn books!
"Look who's playing peeping tom." Naruto jumped and spun a full 180 to end up facing an amazingly annoyed Kakashi. At the moment Kakashi's face was more frightening then every fox demon in the world.
"Oh crap."