Title: Breaking the Cliche
Rated: T
Pairing: KakaIru (slight SasuNaru if you squint)
Summary: Breaking a very old and popular cliche KakaIru
Disclaimer: I don't own.
"I'm really glad you came back to the village Sasuke."
They were just a few steps away form the apartment now as the doors were in a neat row.
"Me too, after Orochimaru tried to rape me, I knew this was the village for me."
A few laughs were shared along the way as the blonde stayed in tow.
"Well you said you wanted to visit Kakashi right?"
They passed a few doors, all to different apartments.
"Yeah, so why are we heading to Iruka-sensei's apartment?"
"You didn't know? Oh that's right!" a laugh " They're together now, Iruka insisted that Kakashi move into his apartment."
They stop and a strange look swept throughout the raven haired boy's features.
"Together? As in…together?"
A nod.
"You don't have a problem with it do you?"
"No! Not at all! I just didn't think Iruka was like that."
A blush.
"You wouldn't know I was like that either."
A surprised look.
"What? Everyone in the village knows. I thought that you should know too."
A sigh of a relief when a smile made it's way to pale lips.
"I see…I always though you liked Sakura."
"I kinda did, but not anymore."
Crash. Thump. Cry.
"What was that?"
"That came from Iruka's apartment!"
Run. Listen. Find.
"Kashi! You did it to fast!"
"Sorry, didn't mean to, but I had to take care of that little problem of yours."
" I know, but could you go slower next time?"
"Sorry, how's about this!"
Grunt. Cry.
"Still to fast! You need to be gentle!"
Whimper.
"I'm sorry…but sometimes you're just as cruel!"
Snicker.
"I know."
Cry.
"Damnit! Kakashi that friggin hurt!"
Sounding like a sarcastic reply.
"Sorry, 'Ru."
Weird looks exchanged.
"You think we should leave, Sasuke?"
A laugh. There hadn't been any change.
"Naruto, this happens all the time, they're probably taking out a splinter or something. It never turns out the way we think it does. Let's just go in calmly and say hi."
A nod.
"Alright."
Enter.
"Hey Iruka, Kakashi."
Wide eyes staring at bare naked bodies on the couch.
"What the hell?!"
Covering up, hiding their shame.
"SORRY!"
What a strange turn out for a popular cliché.
A/N: I tried to keep it in a rhyme, but I failed. Oh well it's still funny.