I suck at summaries... Follows Kakashi's life through ANBU and eventually up to present day. A lot of pervy smut, but the plot will thicken (and hopefully my writing improves as I go)!
Will also include dark and gory themes. If you can't handle mature content, then don't read this! KakaIru AND IruKaka. Plus, other pairings and a few lovely OCs.
Feel free to critique, criticize, or even bash (I'm my worst enemy, anyway).
"A love with no limits is worth any price."
Oh, my angel, just don't go away...
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Kakashi was injured. Badly. Though the mission had been successful, it had not turned out according to plan. He was losing a lot of blood and he had hardly any chakra left. He was having a very hard time breathing and he could taste blood. He stumbled through the deserted streets of Konoha towards the hospital. It was late and he imagined most people would be asleep by now. He coughed roughly and he felt lightheaded.
Hurry.
He could see his vision starting to blur and suddenly he was choking. He could feel blood bubbling up his throat. His body was weakening and he fell to his knees. He struggled to breathe, feeling panicked as he started to black out.
He had no more strength left to speak. The pain was unbearable. Is this what it feels like to die?
Obito… Rin… Sensei… Where are you?
He collapsed to the ground.
Hurry, Kakashi. We're waiting for you...
He extended his arm out as he saw a blurred figure approaching.
Obito... I'm ready...
Come along then, Kakashi...
His hand trembled as he desperately reached out.
"H-Hey-!"
Obito faded away and everything went dark.
Iruka hurried down the streets of Konoha feeling flustered.
I can't believe I fell asleep at my desk! It's late and I didn't even get all my papers graded!
He was almost home when he noticed something strange. There looked to be someone collapsed on the side of the street.
"H-Hey-!"
He rushed forward to find a masked ANBU lying unconscious.
"Ahh, sir? ANBU-san? Are you okay?" He tried to wake the man. He noticed all the blood and felt panicked.
He could hear the man's gurgling breath and he hurriedly pulled the mask from the man's face. He was confused to find another mask, cloth this time, underneath. The man made a choked sound and he quickly pulled the mask down to see blood flowing from his mouth. He turned his head to the side so that he wouldn't choke as much, allowing the blood to drip freely to the ground. The man looked very young. He couldn't have been too much older than he was. His white hair was spattered in red.
"Oh, Kami," Iruka gasped. "Don't worry, sir! I'll get you to the hospital!"
Kakashi found himself regaining consciousness and he blinked open his one uncovered eye. He could see white all around him and the beeping of monitors.
I'm in the hospital.
He peered down at himself, trying to assess the damage, but the sheet was pulled up over half his face, making it difficult to see. He wiggled his fingers and toes. They were a little sore, but seemed mostly uninjured. He made to sit up, gasping at the sudden pain. It was like an electrical shock ran through his system. He gritted his teeth and tried to sit up again.
"Ah! Hatake-san! Please, don't move! You're very injured," a nurse cried, rushing in.
Kakashi groaned quietly and stilled himself.
"How long was I out?" He asked, voice hoarse.
"Almost a week," she said, checking over the monitors. "You're lucky to be alive. You almost bled out before you got here. You had many injuries."
"Ah…" He grunted. He couldn't remember much of anything.
How did I get here?
"Here," she said helping him drink some water. She handed him a surgery mask to hide his face. "I'll be back to check on you soon. I need to let your leader know that you're awake."
"Mm," he managed to get out before she left. He closed his eye, feeling exhausted.
Kakashi awoke a few hours later to his leader coming in.
"Still alive, huh?" He muttered.
Kakashi managed his typical eye smile. "I suppose."
The man sighed in exasperation. "If you were hurt so badly, why didn't you send word? We would have sent Shou out to meet you."
Kakashi shrugged and winced at the movement. "Sorry, Rōku-san... I thought I could get here by myself."
"Well, you didn't get very close," he said, sounding frustrated.
"How did I get here?" Kakashi asked, his voice still rough.
"Some sensei from the academy found you collapsed on the street. Umino, Iruka. He brought you in. He also had to take off both of your masks, because you were choking on your own blood. He saw under your mask, Kakashi. He blew your ANBU cover."
Kakashi frowned. "Did he?"
His leader sighed. "Yes, but I don't think it will be a problem. He kept apologizing for it when he brought you in. I talked to him about it and he said he wouldn't say anything... Still, once you get out of here you should check up on it. Make sure your identity is still unknown."
Kakashi nodded.
He walked to the door. "And don't you dare try to leave this hospital before they say you can. I know you'll want to slip out. You won't be getting any new missions for a while, so get some rest."
Kakashi groaned quietly.
I'll be here forever…
Kakashi was released from the hospital a week later. He went back to his small place and enjoyed the first shower he had had in ages. Though it stung the still healing wounds on his body, it felt good to finally scrub his hair completely clean. When he was done, he dried off and rewrapped his injuries. He laid back on his bed and sighed. He thought of Umino, Iruka.
I have to go see him. I have no idea who he is or what he looks like. All I know is that he's a sensei.
He groaned and sat up. His leader had already given him the address of the man's apartment. He got dressed in black pants and a loose shirt, so as to not irritate his wounds. He first went to the memorial stone. He spent the whole afternoon there, not realizing how late it was until the sun started setting. He stood up, placed his hand briefly on the stone, and then headed back to the village.
He found Iruka's apartment easily enough. He hopped into a tree beside the second story window and peered in. He saw a young man dressed in his Chunin clothes, flak jacket hanging over a chair. He was cooking dinner.
Is that him?
Kakashi tapped lightly on the window and the guy jumped. He looked over at the window, his eyes widening slightly upon seeing Kakashi crouched outside. He moved over to the window and opened it.
"Uh, Kakashi-san?" He asked uncertainly.
Kakashi nodded. "Are you Umino, Iruka?"
"Y-Yeah," he said nervously. "How are you doing? Are you feeling okay?"
"Better. Thanks to you," he said, watching the young teacher curiously. His long dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail and he had a scar running across his face.
Iruka waved his hands in front of himself. "No, no. I really didn't do anything."
"They said you had to take my mask off to keep me from choking on my own blood," he pointed out.
Iruka looked a little panicked. "I'm sorry about that! I just didn't know what else to do! I promise I won't tell anybody about it! Please forgive me!" He said bowing.
Kakashi looked a little startled. "Maa. It's fine. That's not why I'm here. I just came to thank you and I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
"You don't need to thank me!" Iruka said quickly. "I'm just glad you're okay!"
He's glad I'm okay? He doesn't even know me.
Kakashi's stomach suddenly growled and he felt his cheeks flush, thankful for the mask.
Iruka smiled. "Are you hungry. Kakashi-san? You can come in if you want."
Kakashi blinked at him, looking confused.
He's going to feed some strange ANBU?
"I mean- it's nothing special!" Iruka added quickly. "You don't have to-"
Kakashi inhaled the sent of food. He could smell steamed rice and vegetables. His stomach growled again. "Okay," he said.
Iruka looked a little taken aback for a moment, but then smiled. Kakashi was fascinated to find that the smile looked warm and genuine. He wasn't used to people looking at him that way. Iruka stepped aside to let him in.
Kakashi slipped in and closed the window behind him. He glanced around. The place seemed big enough to be a family home. He was standing in Iruka's kitchen, which opened up to a living room and he could see a hallway, which he assumed led to at least a bedroom and a bathroom. His own one-room place suddenly seemed quite cramped.
"Do you live with your parents?" He found himself asking, turning to see Iruka dishing out food.
Iruka shook his head. "No… My parents were killed during the Nine-Tails attack. I've lived alone since then."
"Ah…" He managed, feeling a little bad for asking.
Well, the guy certainly wasn't the first kid to lose his parents at a young age.
"Here, Kakashi-san," Iruka said, placing the food on the table. "Please, sit."
Kakashi hesitantly took a seat. He felt strange being in another person's home.
"Just Kakashi," he said. "San isn't necessary."
"O-Okay then," Iruka said.
Kakashi tugged down his mask and Iruka gasped. He looked up and Iruka quickly looked away, cheeks flushed.
"You've already seen my face," he said, smiling slightly. "Why bother hiding it now?"
Iruka nodded, a little dumbfounded. Kakashi was gorgeous. He hadn't exactly gotten the best look at him when he found him. It was dark then and his face was covered in blood. Iruka decided not to mention this and did his best not to stare at him. They ate in silence for a while.
"So you're a Sensei at the academy?" Kakashi said.
Iruka smiled. "Yeah. I just started recently," he said. "It's great, though the kids can be a bit overwhelming sometimes," he added fondly.
"So should I be calling you Iruka-Sensei?" He asked.
"Ah- n-no!" Iruka sputtered. "That's not necessary!"
"So Iruka-san, then?"
"Not that either," he said quickly. "Just Iruka."
Kakashi couldn't help but smirk at how flustered the young Sensei was. It was actually really cute, but he wasn't sure why he was so nervous.
"Shouldn't I be calling you Kakashi-Sama or ANBU-san?" He asked, looking worried. "I don't want to sound disrespectful to such a skilled shinobi."
Kakashi could feel his cheeks growing pink and he fidgeted a bit. He always got a little embarrassed when someone complimented him. "Kakashi is fine, really," he said. "I may be ANBU, but you don't need to treat me differently than you would any other shinobi."
Iruka still looked a bit uncertain. "If you say so…"
"I insist," Kakashi said.
Iruka nodded and they continued to eat in silence for a while.
"How old are you?" Kakashi asked, when he was finished.
"18," he said. "I know it's a little young for a Sensei, but-"
Kakashi shook his head. "If you're skilled enough, then it shouldn't matter the age."
"R-Right," he said. "How old are you?"
"22."
"Ehh?!" Iruka cried, making Kakashi jump slightly. "And you're in ANBU already? That's amazing!"
Kakashi scratched at the back of his head, looking sheepish. "It's no big deal…"
"It is!" Iruka said earnestly. "Amazing, Kakashi. I didn't…" He hesitated, sounding embarrassed. "I mean… I didn't become Chunin until I was 16... You really are incredible!"
"Maa… You're embarrassing me," he muttered, pulling his mask back up to hide his red face.
Iruka grinned. "You're modest," he chuckled.
Kami-Sama…
He couldn't believe it. He was eating dinner with a top shinobi. One that was absurdly good looking and modest!
"I should go," Kakashi said, breaking Iruka from his thoughts.
"Oh, right!"
He followed Kakashi over to the window.
"Thanks for the meal," He said, bowing.
"Of course! No problem, but Kakashi…"
He looked up.
"Next time, feel free to use the door," he said.
Kakashi gave him a blank look.
Next time?
"I mean- If you ever wanted to," Iruka said quickly, looking flustered again. "If you're hungry-"
"Okay," Kakashi said, giving him an eye smile. He slipped out of the window and into the darkened streets below.
He wants me to come over again. How strange.
Kakashi couldn't help but grin.
He was really cute.
More to come soon!
