Warning: Super Sexiness in the form of KakashiXIruka. Rated T currently for language, suggestive themes, the like.
Disclaimer: Does it look like I own Naruto? I didnt think so.
Note: This is my first fanfic. Dont destroy me please.
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"Get up, you lazy ass."
Kakashi snored gruffly, rolling over from his stomach to his side. He pulled the sheets up over his head in a desperate, albeit feeble attempt, to block out the barking pug. Was he mad?! It was 6 in the morning for Kami's sake! That damn mutt just enjoys making me miserable... Kakashi thought bitterly as he threw a pillow off his bed to try and silence Pakkun.
The nin dog evaded it easily, then jumped onto the bed. He surveyed the jounin's room quickly, trying to make out all the shapes the darkness concealed from him. The room was almost immaculate, contrary to his master's lazy and indolent attitude. There was his closet, closed with neatly folded uniforms tucked away inside, the bed, a night table with the latest version of Icha Icha Violence cracked open, and a book shelf that held the rest of his precious erotica collection. Simple. Boring. Who would ever expect such things from the infamous Copy Cat Ninja?
"Don't make me lick your face again. You know where I put my tongue." The pug threatened coolly. He glanced quickly at the window and smiled at how dark it still was outside. Kakashi gave a reply ("that's what she said!") that was muffled in his pillow, then attempted to smack the dog away from him blindly. Bad idea. Pakkun didn't even have to think twice before he clamped his jaws down on the pale right hand.
"AHHHHHHH!" Kakashi cried out as pain erupted from his hand. His eyes shot open, and he flailed his arm around wildly, franticly trying to dislodge the nin dog from his hand. After a few seconds of the wild ride, Pakkun released his death grip and went sailing across the barren room. He landed with a soft thud on the floor, smiling devilishly as he laughed.
"What the hell?!" The jounin exclaimed, cradling his bleeding hand. What he wouldn't pay to just go back to sleep. He would go on extra missions tomorrow, or treat all his friends to Ichiraku's, or even spend some male bonding time with Gai. Well, maybe not that last one… Kakashi thought with a shudder.
Sleepiness clung to his lids, making them heavy, and he was tempted to lay his head back down on his pillow and close them. But even his tired feelings had to give way to the throbbing pain that engulfed his hand. He sighed, using his good hand to rub his forehead. Today would not be a good day. The pessimistic feeling had lodged itself deep into his gut, and he knew that no amount of luck would be able to change things.
"Well, Sleeping Beauty," Pakkun started mockingly, "this is no way to thank your kind, innocent nin ken for saving your ass." The dog waddled across the floor and stopped before his master's feet.
"Kami, you've gotten fat." Kakashi snorted indifferently. "You never used to waddle." He stood up and stretched, failing in his attempt to banish the tiredness from his body. His good eye was still adjusting to the darkness of the room, so he didn't see the lump of fur at his feet as he tried to walk towards his door. Or maybe he just didn't care if he stepped on Pakkun. Either way, his mistake resulted in a yelp, followed by colorful language from the dog, while Kakashi fell face first onto his floor.
"Baka!" The nin dog cried, pulling himself out of future harm's way. Kakashi just moaned. "Get moving you ass, or you will have the Godaime to deal with." Pakkun spat, trying to pad to the door in a dignified and non waddling manner. Kakashi picked himself off the floor reluctantly (he had to admit it was a little comfy) and raised an eyebrow.
"What are you talking about, dog?" He questioned in his normal, flat tone. When the pug didn't reply instantly, he blindly stumbled over to his closet, and with great difficulty, managed to pull out his shinobi uniform. Maybe I should just use my Sharingan? He thought as he peeled away his pajama bottoms and tried to put on his pants, only to realize that it was his shirt he was trying to fit his legs in to.
"I'm talking about your promise to Tsunade Sama yesterday." The dog growled, licking his paws. "You said you would fill in at the academy today, while Ebisu was…erm…incapacitated."
"I did?" Kakashi asked, his face blank.
"Well, Tsunade Sama made you do it, as repayment for incapacitating him." Pakkun snickered.
"Ah, yes, now I remember…" Kakashi sighed, dropping his head. It was a complete accident, really. Anybody could have been walking around that corner at the precise moment he was showing Asuma how to perform his Hurricane Blade Jutsu Gai taught him. Of course, that fact that is was Ebisu made the accident all the more un-accidental. How was he supposed to know the teacher would get knocked out cold? "Poor Ebisu, just at the wrong place at the wrong time." Kakashi smiled, thinking to himself how much fun it was to destroy that closet perv while he finished dressing.
"Whatever." Pakkun grumbled apathetically. "Just get out of here you lazy bastard.."
Kakashi mumbled some inaudible reply before stalking off to his bathroom. His pupils dilated painfully as he flipped on his lights, grimacing at his reflection. He looked like hell. His hair was wild, strewn in every which way, purple circles danced under his mismatched eyes, and he seemed paler than usual. He readjusted his ever present mask, straightened his flak jacket, and slid his hitai ate over his Sharingan eye.
"Ne…" Was all he said before moping into the kitchen, grabbing the first fruit he saw, and biting into it ruthlessly. The poor apple did nothing to receive such harsh treatment, but Kakashi had to take his annoyance out on something. After a few minutes of silent eating, he shouted something to Pakkun made indistinct by the apple in his mouth, performed some hand signs, and disappeared into a puff of smoke.
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Kakashi squinted his eyes as he emerged in a startlingly white classroom. He sighed as he moved through the empty room over to his desk for the day. He all but fell into the chair, propped his feet on the desk and finished his apple. A whole day. He had to spend a whole day in charge of these monsters from hell.
"Kami have mercy." He pleaded, staring out at all the empty seats. Maybe, just maybe, all the kids in his class would get the flu. Or they would get lost on their way to school. Or be attacked by rabid animals. He gazed up at a wall clock, which read 6:45. Why did he need to be here so early? "Oh, yea…" He mumbled out loud, reminding himself that he had come early so he could get ideas on what the hellions were studying. That way, he could keep them busy while he read his Icha Icha Violence. He was tempted to pull out the orange book from his pocket, but decided against it. Instead, he placidly rose from his seat and sauntered into the hall, in search of another early bird teacher.
Just when he thought his attempts would be fruitless, Kakashi heard somebody yelling and stomping through the halls.
"HEY!" The voice called. It sounded angry, and Kakashi instantly stopped where he was and turned around. "What do you think-" The voice continued, but then froze in midsentence when it saw who it was yelling at. Kakashi smiled, amused, as none other than Umino Iruka stood mortified in the hallway. His skin was as bronze as ever, his chocolaty brown orbs wide with embarrassment as the smallest blush crept over his face, all the way to his scar that stretched across the bridge of his nose. His brown locks were pulled back with a hair tie, like always. "Kakashi Sensei!" The chuunin exclaimed, poorly covering his surprise with a nervous smile. "Wh-What are you doing here?"
"Maa…Just covering for Ebisu." Kakashi said plainly. When was the last time he had talked to Iruka, let alone seen him? Ahh, the chuunin exams…I hope there are no hard feelings between us still... He had unconsciously turned his gaze to the floor, and upon realizing this, looked back at the bronze teacher. The faint blush was still there, which made Kakashi smile, though he did not know why. Iruka shifted uncomfortably under Kakashi's eye before his blush deepened a shade.
"Oh, um, yes. I heard about that. I suppose you'll want to know about what to teach today…" The chuunin finally said, not looking up at Kakashi. Now it was Kakashi's turn to be embarrassed. His visible eye curved upwards and he gave a little grin, scratching the back of his head with his uninjured hand.
"Ah, so news travels fast. Well, that closet perv had it coming." Kakashi chuckled lightly, hoping he hadn't offended Iruka. After all, the two worked together, they had to be acquaintances at least. But to his relief, Iruka smiled and nodded his head. The Jounin found that he liked it when the chuunin smiled. It seemed to…radiate bliss. Kami, what am I? His mother? A little school girl? He chastised himself mentally before asking the teacher what he had intended to ask.
"So, about the lessons…" Kakashi started, forcing himself not to look at Iruka's glowing smile.
"Oh, don't worry about it, Kakashi Sensei." Iruka said assuringly. "Take the kids outside and have them run a few laps or practice the obstacle course. That will get their energy out. Then bring em back in and give them some worksheets, just basic stuff about tactics and the like. After that, go over last night's homework with them. That should last you until lunch. Come find me then and we can talk about later."
Kakashi barely took in what the chuunin was saying. He had been too busy thinking about what would happen next in his Icha Icha Violence. Hopefully, Katsu will admit his feelings to Aiko after he spied on her in the bathes…And then they will have wild sex! He just nodded whenever the chuunin happened to look into his eye.
"Maa…thanks. I'll do that." Kakashi agreed. His eyes began to take in all of Iruka that he hadn't noticed yet. He was shorter than himself, almost by a head, and looked almost 4 years younger. His bronze skin glowed under the dim light of the hallway. Kakashi could only guess that Iruka was muscular by the way his uniform fit him. Wait, what am I thinking now? He shook his head to rid himself of images of a very shirtless, muscular Iruka.
"Kakashi Sensei…your hand?" The chuunin mumbled, bringing the silver haired jounin back to reality. Iruka stared intently at the injured right hand, poorly wrapped with one of Kakashi's dish rags. The jounin had never been one for first aide. The teacher tentatively reached out and took Kakashi's hand, gently slipping off the bloody cloth.
Kakashi's hand erupted in a tingling sensation as Iruka's warm fingers danced across his pale skin. He felt his cheeks heat, and now more than ever he was thankful he wore a mask. The chuunin pulled the rag away, revealing bloody puncture wounds, like someone, or something had bit him.
"Dear Kami, what happened?" Iruka asked, slightly confused. He held Kakahi's hand flat, shivering ever so slightly at how cold the jounin's skin was. He placed his other hand, palm down, over the wound as green chakra began to exude from him.
"Erm, you know how feisty some women get." Kakashi chuckled, hiding his nervous smile under his mask. He felt Iruka's grip on his hand tense with the comment. He looked up to see the chuunin blushing slightly. Why did I say that? He berated himself with a sigh.
"Done." Iruka exclaimed, quickly relinquishing his hold on the jounin's hand. "Umm, it shouldn't bother you. The hand, I mean." The chuunin stammered, averting his gaze from Kakashi's eyes. "I-I need to go prepare." And with that, Iruka turned on his heel and walked briskly down the hall to his room.
"Arigato, Iruka Sensei." The copy nin called after him. "The man changes emotions more than Naruto and Sakura put together." Kakashi mumbled to himself as he strolled leisurely to his room. He flexed his right hand, impressed with the healing job. "And he's just a chuunin?" He questioned himself, sinking back into his chair. He noticed a pile of crisp, new worksheets stacked on his desk. Those weren't there earlier, were they? "Iruka…" He must have run them off for him, but when? In between the time it took Kakashi to walk down the hall back to this room?
He pulled his Icha Icha Violence out of his flak jacket, threw his feet on the desk, and began to read. 45 minutes until those spawns of Satan arrive… He thought. He glanced back at the worksheets, then down at his hand. A smile played at the corner of his mouth. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all?
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Notes: Alright, what do ya think? I have another chapter on the way, if you guys like it that is. I hope you like it, I really do! Let's see those reviews now!