The Right Kind Of Wrong
by Kloudy Reignfall

Just a little KakaIru drabbly-thing I wrote one day. Inspired by the Leann Rhimes song.

Whichever way anyone looked at it, in the end all they ever saw was "This is wrong."

Iruka knew that. He was fully aware of peoples' opinions of his blooming relationship was Kakashi. It was as though he could ever forget; each day he was confronted by someone new, the latest person to have heard the gossip.

"Iruka, you can't," they all insisted. "You are a good person, an upstanding citizen. You're smart. This is wrong." Most had said so without any anger; people liked Iruka, and they just wanted what they thought was best for him. He understood this and appreciated their concern.

But they really didn't need to tell him. Ever since before he'd even met Kakashi, Iruka had understood the man's reputation. Even so, knowing that this might end in heartbreak, he'd let himself be taken in. Because, despite what he'd been taught, Iruka couldn't help but feel that Kakashi was truly a good person, and that everything would be just fine.

He'd been right, of course. The other man may not have been the most well-respected of citizens but, if nothing else, Kakashi was an exceptional lover. Without being showy or pushy, he'd easily worked his way into Iruka's life, and soon into his heart. And Iruka couldn't imagine being without him now. It really was the most amazing thing, the way Kakashi made him feel. It was unexpectedly wonderful, to let himself indulge in something he felt was more beautiful, pure, and uncomplicated than anything he'd ever experienced before.

But at times, Iruka wondered what the truth was. These people told him he ought to do without Kakashi, but none of them had ever seen the man the way he had; none of them understood the soulful sensation that filled Iruka's heart at his touch. How, then, could they possibly be right?

The whole world said it was wrong, and he knew it. All he'd ever learned told him that he should resist, the he should let go of a relationship that was, in so many ways, a vice. But Iruka's heart wouldn't release its hold on the only thing that ever made it sing, after so long in silence.

So whichever way he looked at it, in the end all he could ever see was "This is right."

Feel free to review, or flame, or whatever.
And, uh, sorry to anyone who has noticed how long it's been since I've updated anything. ;
-KR