if you would like to read the cute and innocent Umbrella first, then yey! because I like comments. this is the partial sequel to that one-shot that is not so cute and innocent. enjoy! and these characters are not mine, blahablahblah, but if they were, you'd know what I'd do with them.

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Umino Iruka was grading his papers as usual, as he does every day, every month, every year. He always chews on the end of his pen when he can't tell the difference between a B and a B+ or an A- or and an A. Today he was having particular difficulty on a mock mission report by one young gennin and was deciding between a C- and a C when the power went out. It had been raining, pounding, since yesterday and the school had been closed, but no, Tsunade-sama wanted him in the building and not at home to grade.

"Dammit," he sighed. But instead of complaining further, he decided not to do anything about the power, but to sit in silence and admire the rain rippling down the windows. He was in love with the rain. It was so soothing, listening to the pattering and the wind howling outside the building. He set his pen down and scooted back, feeling with his feet for the desk and propped himself back to stare into the darkness.

But then thoughts popped into his head that he had tried to ignore since yesterday. He saw his face first, a splotch of white atop pale, half-blue skin. Then he felt that clothy sensation tickle against his forehead and slapped his hand up to rub out the feeling. Damn that Kakashi and his innocent, I-need-to-not-get-my-Icha-Icha-book-wet, look.

He sighed again and slid his feet off the desk, fumbling in the dark for a drawer in which he felt for a flashlight. Carefully, he took his leave of grading his papers because he refused to grade at home, and departed.

Iruka snapped open his dolphin-print umbrella and looked around in subconscious half-hopes that Kakashi would need shelter again.

"Any time," Iruka had said.

He chose a direction and slowly splattered his away back to his apartment. He jumped a little at every lightning flash but was comforted by the resulting thunder-roll. He watched side to side children scurrying home in hopes not to be yelled at by their mothers again, and peered down the alleyways to see cats or dogs dart for what little shelter the streets offered.

Then he got to the intersection where he lived down one way and he knew Kakashi lived down the other.

"Maybe," he whispered to himself. "Maybe…" I should see how Kakashi is doing. Maybe his dogs need help. Wait, why would his dogs need help? They can just go where it's not raining. But maybe Kakashi needs help with something.

By the time he stopped thinking to himself, he found the door to Kakashi's apartment and was about to ring the bell when he heard muddy footsteps coming down the street.

"Yo! Iruka-sensei! I was waiting for you... but then I saw you come here." Kakashi, wet Kakashi, wet sexy Kakashi with his wet hair plastered to his face, trotted up to Iruka and stepped under his umbrella. "Hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," he muttered and simultaneously felt a blush rise to his nose. He turned to face Kakashi properly, and Kakashi took a step backwards, nodding his head back to indicate he wanted Iruka to walk. "Ka-kakashi? Is there something with your house?"

"Flooded. Can I stay with you?"

"Uh, yeah, ok. You're a good friend, can't let my fellow sensei suffer."

"Mm."

Iruka tried to ignore Kakashi's eye as they walked and Kakashi would in turn glance at Iruka, then at the buildings they passed, then Iruka, then the ground. Then his book.

"Kakashi?"

"Mm?"

"What – is so interesting that you have to read those constantly?"

"You want to borrow it?"

"NO!"

"Then I can't describe it to you."

Uh huh. Luckily they were now at his place and they stopped, Kakashi putting away his book, and Iruka unlocking the door. He shook out the umbrella and laid it inside. Thankfully, only his power was out; he had heard that people's pipes broke, like Kakashi's.

"Would you mind taking off your vest and hanging it up? And take off your sandals… I'll find candles."

He heard him Mm again and went off to his bedroom, yelling back to not get anything wet. Taking of his own wet vest and muddy sandals, he tried to not think too much of having the sensei in his home. They were friends, and he had to aide his fellow shinobi.. But –

"Got them! And Kakashi?"

"Huh."

"Um.. don't…" Then his thoughts shifted to the sight before him: "Don't have you hair drip like that!!" His hair had dripped everywhere in the entryway and the living area as he stood before his fireplace looking at the few framed photos in his home. "Dammit, get yourself a towel as I light these."

"Oh.. Ok." Kakashi slumped off in the direction Iruka indicated adamantly. He could only imagine what the other's house must look like typically. As he fumbled in his drawers for matches, he heard Kakashi shuffle back into the living area.

"Ah," he muttered. He lit the small blur candles and set one in the kitchen before planning to set one on the mantlepiece.

"Iruka-"

He was stopped with a wet and dirty towel to the chest. He glanced up into Kakashi's right eye, which looked tired as usual, and didn't even notice it getting closer to his own until he felt hot clothed lips press firmly on his mouth. In the next second, Kakashi pulled back and Iruka was left with the wet towel in his hands as the other padded off into the kitchen without a word.

He stepped around to watch: "Ka-"

"What've you got to eat?"

Typical. "Ah- uh – we can't make anything since the power's out. So, cold soup?"

"Sounds great," he mumbled.

"It's in the cabinet above the sink." He watched him figure out which cabinet was which in the dim light, thinking at the same time what the hell was going on. The two of them had never been anything more than friends, nothing more than close friends until Naruto went under the Copy-Nin's command. So it's been a couple years and not until yesterday had he given any sign of liking Iruka like that. He'd gotten two clothed kisses so far and held onto his waist for a minute or two at the most.

"Fuck," he heard Kakashi sigh. He had tried to use the manual can opener and instead of popping the lid outwards, it had fallen into the can and somehow during the process of fishing the top out the can had crashed to the floor.

"You're a mess today, sensei," Iruka teased.

"Yeah, well, I'll clean it up. You know you're still holding that candle."

"Oh!" He hadn't realized it… Candle and matches in one hand, dirty towel in the other. Damn, how he was distracted easily. Wow. He tossed the towel atop his sofa and took to the mantleplace, setting the candle between photos of him and his students, lighting it carefully. Then he took the towel and rushed it to his hamper in his room. He paused a moment before returning to the kitchen, just to listen to the mess Kakashi was making from a single can of soup. Then he thought of having him here until his house was fixed, which could take days or weeks depending on how many people they would have out to fix multiple pipe breaks, then to fix the power… He was sure he wouldn't mind the company but he'd miss his students after a while, and they couldn't have class in a school with no power, not unless he got Kakashi to do chidori constantly…

There was another lighting strike and thunder clap at which Iruka jumped and was brought back to reality.

He returned to the kitchen to find Kakashi in a heap on the floor against the cabinet, scooping what was left of the soup out of the can. Dirty paper towels were in a pile next to him. Iruka couldn't help but smirk at the sight below him as he knelt down to pick up the trash.

"This is good."

He nodded. "Good. I don't have much else besides cereal and crackers and… well you can eat everything in the fridge before it spoils."

His eye grew wide. "Why didn't you say that sooner!?" He shoved his can at Iruka and leapt for the refrigerator, immediately searching its depths for something edible.

Iruka stood with the can, tossing it in the waste basket and stood, simply watching him rummage like a dog.

"Kakashi."

"Emph?" His cheeks were full of cheese.

"Do you like me?"

"Mph. Don't- don't be silly, Iruka. Ob course." He finished nibbling on a piece of cheddar and replaced his mask before standing and turning around, closing the door behind him. He slumped forward and raised his chin to beckon Iruka to approach him.

He hesitated before Kakashi reassured him: "I'm not gonna bite you or sniff you like Pakkun, sensei. Come here."

Smiling again, he stepped forward, making note of Kakashi's hands in his pockets.

"Take it off."

Instinct told him to slap the jonin – so he did. Right across the left cheek.

"Damn, Iruka. No you really have to take it off to see the mark you made on my face."

His eyes widened, "Neh?? Kakashi! Oh, I'm so sorry."

"Turns out you're a pervert, too. That makes me like you more." Slap. "Vicious, sadistic, I do like you." Slap. "Really now, what do you expect me to say?"

"Ah -," he sighed. "Sorry," he half-laughed. "You're the pervert, Kakashi."

"Like that's new news. Now take it off, my mask, Iruka."

"Are you… really?" Why was he telling him to take off his mask? He never showed to his face to anyone – ooooooooh.

He reached out tentatively with a finger, slipping it down the right cheek of the mask and pulled down gently, sliding his finger around to loosen it from his nose, then back across his top lip and let it loose.

A convenient lighting flash let him see Kakashi's face properly for a half second and he let out a little nervous laugh at the sight. He had slapped his face hard, even through the mask. But his features...nearly androgynous and just perfect.

His hand was pushed away as Kakashi slipped the mask back up and declared that he was tired, kissing Iruka's forehead again before taking to the living area and curling up on a chair.

What the, Iruka was slowly registering what was going on. Which seemed to not be anything with Kakashi acting how he was. But it was Hatake Kakashi, what else was expected? As he watched him settle comfortably – Iruka noticed he had habits like his dogs, squirming to get just so - and pull out his Icha Icha in the dim candlelight, Iruka noticed how perfect that scene was in his home.

Fuck.