Mind Over Matter

KakashiXIruka

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Chapter 1: Fake It

This is a high school fic of Kakashi and Iruka together. Yaoi. (Rated Mature for elbow-room.) If you don't like it, either don't read it or read my story and try and have your mind changed! My second Naruto fanfiction, I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

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Iruka layed beside Kakashi on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling instead of the program they were meant to be watching and trying not to think about what his best friend was doing. It was around midnight, the summer. Thoughts whizzed past his brain at an abrupt speed, then slowed to a snail's pace. Iruka had always been the affectionate one. He hung over people constantly, stuck like glue to anyone who showed him kindness, and was never afraid to show gratitude. Genma had been the protective friend, and Kakashi was just...Kakashi. Weekends were the only time the struggling students could spend together. Weekends were for Kakashi. It had become a tradition that Friday night, come what may, Iruka would arrive at Kakashi's house, overnight bag in hand. Iruka had always liked Kakashi's house. A little less after Asuma, Kurenai and Genma had been included every Friday night to watch one anime or another, but still Iruka cherished any time with him. There were five of them, if you included Asuma and Kurenai, who only graced their presence every few weeks because of their after-school sports.

They had gotten closer in the past months. Iruka and Kakashi, especially. He needed constant contact, and Kakashi didn't mind giving it to him. They would even snuggle on the sofa sometimes. Kakashi didn't mind really, in fact he probably enjoyed the closeness as much as Iruka did.

"Maa...'Ruka, are you okay?" Kakashi drawled out, his arms wrapped protectively around Iruka who was cuddled close to his chest on the couch, "If I've done something wrong, you can tell me, you know." Iruka waved away his concerns, smiling.

"Everything's fine." Kakashi was his friend, his best friend. He wasn't about to ruin all they had because of a crush. So Iruka decided to ignore it, just hope his longing would go away. But it's hard to ignore things when they are thrown in your face every day. Iruka chuckled slightly when he realised Kakashi had fallen asleep. His breathing was even and relaxed, and the mismatched eyes were closed in peaceful sleep. He pushed a stray piece of hair off Kakashi's forehead.

"'Kashi...," Iruka whispered urgently, "Kakashi, wake up." His best friend lifted his head off the arm of the couch and unfolded his arms. Kakashi bored his dark grey eyes into Iruka's innocent brown ones, Iruka immediately breaking off the glance and turning away. He was glad of the dark living room and the lack of daylight that hid the blood rising to his cheeks.

"At least...," Kakashi murmured sleepily, brushing his thumb along Iruka's cheekbone and pausing to look at the movie, "Daisuki da yo, 'Ruka-koi."

"Kakaaa-" He stuttered his name, inching away so his hips just rested on the very edge of the couch.

His only response was Kakashi's lips on his ear. "You're cute."

I'm such a perv... Iruka thought, brushing away his emotions. They were only friends, really.

"Iruka, you okay?"

"Huh? Y-yeah." Kakashi leered forward to whisper in Iruka's ear.

"I know what you're thinking...," His mouth barely formed the words before they became a tangled hiss in Iruka's ear, "'Ruka-koi." Iruka's eyes widened and he stiffened in Kakashi's friendly embrace.

"You love me, don't you?" He turned his head away from Kakashi's searching eyes. Kakashi took Iruka's chin in his hand, not roughly, and lifted the younger boy's face.

A buzzing noise disrupted the action and flashing light signaled Iruka's brain. He felt himself being lifted out of unconsciousness and a strange heavy feeling took over his body, like he had been under water for a long time. His skin was visibly flushed under the tan, and Iruka's heart was pounding faster than he thought necessary. The high school boy rolled over in his bed, nearly falling onto the hardwood floor, and turned to glare at his alarm clock. Ten past seven.

"Ngh!" He groaned, his mood dissappearing tersely. "Shut the fuck up!" He slammed his open palm down on the alarm clock, hoping to hit the sleep button. The blush was still visible on his tanned cheeks.

"God damn it. Ruined a perfectly good dream." He gathered his hair into a ponytail and stretched his long, tanned arms over his head as he walked towards the apartment kitchen. Every bone in his body was sore and stiff. Iruka always had dreams of Kakashi. He always took pictures of him too. Iruka was a photographer.

Fifteen, and...in a dilemna.