Romantic

By ISMA

Summary: Just a little drabble I wrote when I found this haiku on the Internet. It is by Shirao Kaya, but the second one belongs to me... you could probably tell since mine is a little below average .

Ochiru hi ni

kao sae utoki

kakashi kana

-Shirao Kaya

"To the setting sun

The scarecrow's face

Is indifferent."

"Huh?" Kakashi grunted, looking up from his neon orange copy of Icha Icha Paradise to give Iruka a confused look, perfectly expressed with a single exposed eye.

"It's by Shirao Kaya." Iruka said, smiling despite himself at Kakashi's baffled expression.

"..." Kakashi allowed his eyebrow to raise ever so slightly, causing his lover to smile (even more) in an insanely sweet and gorgeous manner that Kakashi pretended he didn't notice.

"He's a famous poet." Iruka said, "One of my favorites in fact..." Kakashi could feel a long "Iruka-sensei" lecture approaching, he sighed and closed his book with a decisive snap.

"... The poem?" He asked, hoping to somehow avoid a summary of Shirao Kaya's greatest works, exploits and bathing habits.

"Look around." Iruka grumbled at him, finally remembering why he had broken the silence in the first place. He pulled the closed book from his hands and hid it in a secret ninja pocket that would take hours of subtle groping to discover, "You're sitting on a rooftop during one of the most beautiful and romantic sunsets in Konoha's history with you're adoring boyfriend sitting right next to you, and you're reading porn!"

"It is very good porn." Kakashi said. In another three seconds he would attempt the first grope, maybe Iruka had hidden the book in an easy to find pocket for once. Just once Kakashi wanted to find that damn pocket.

"You don't have a romantic bone in your body." Iruka sulked. As distracted as he was, Kakashi ignored the hissy-fit warning signs and continued to pursue his orange bundle of goodness.

"I certainly do have a bone." Kakashi grinned.

"That is it!" Iruka snapped. He left, quickly and almost silently as most ninjas were want to do, and took Kakashi's book with him.

Kakashi was left gazing at a perfectly romantic sunset without book and without boyfriend. It was very romantic, he allowed, just not as romantic as the adventures of Sexy Sensei Shizuka. On the other hand, Sexy Sensei Shizuka was not nearly as romantic as Iruka, and Iruka was mad at him. On the other hand...

Iruka awoke alone in their shared bed at 6:00 the next morning, still angry from the previous night. Kami forbid him from wanting a little romance just once. What had he done to deserve such an insensitive, callous, unresponsive, wonderful, gorgeous, sweet boyfriend like Kakashi? He jumped out of bed, previous bad mood completely forgotten in the face of the eleven roses (even numbers were only for funerals) and breakfast-in-bed that patiently waited by the bed.

Iruka couldn't suppress the goofy grin that spread over his face as he buried his nose in the roses . His nose brushed up against something that was most definitely not flowers, Iruka was surprised to find a small scroll buried in the petals.

The Scarecrow sees more

Beauty than the sunset

In his lover's eyes

Iruka could feel tears welling up in his eyes as he held the poem. This was better than watching a dumb old sunset any day, this was better than anything. For this, he might tell Kakashi about his secret pocket.

"It's not quite up to Shirao Kaya's standards, but I'm hoping it's suitably romantic." Kakashi said from his lounge at the door.

"It's better." Iruka said, "It's... It's..."

Kakashi decided, the poem fluttered to the floor and he found himself most happily distracted. Kakashi decided that Sexy Sensei Shizuka could wait...

...He had more romantic things to do, after all.

Fin. Ces't tout. Hope Ya'll like it and stuff... I felt like Haiku-ing today.