Pairing: KakaIru
Rating: G/K
Warnings: none
A/N: written for maxw3llsmage's prompt of "Kakashi, Iruka, a jar of mayonnaise, and a skeleton" on the KakaIru livejournal community
Got to Go
It was watching me, I swear. Why Iruka had to store the damned thing in the kitchen was beyond me, but at least it wasn't in the bedroom. I didn't think I'd be able to sleep with that thing watching me, much less get intimate in any fashion. Ick. I grabbed the mayonnaise from the fridge, along with cheese, lettuce, a tomato, the last avocado, and sandwich meat that may or may not have actually been turkey. Setting about making my snack, I decided that the thing had been in the kitchen long enough. It had to go.
I was spreading the mayo when I felt that familiar chakra signature approaching the apartment. I moved to the kitchen doorway and lounged there, watching him come in and remove his shoes. I like his feet. He looked slightly harried, but pleased about something.
"Maa, Iruka-sensei," I greeted him. "Remind me again why we have a skeleton in our kitchen?"
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I breathed a sigh of relief as I neared the apartment door. The little brats were back to being someone else's responsibility, which meant that I could finally step out of teacher-mode and relax, watching my lover be quietly creeped out by the skeleton and pretend to be fine. It was terribly entertaining to watch. I grinned. It was almost a pity that the repairs were nearly finished. Kakashi would be relieved to see the thing go.
He was leaning against the kitchen doorframe holding the mayonnaise jar when I opened the door, and he watched me take my shoes off with his usual interest. I will never understand his fascination with my feet, but he says he likes them.
"Maa, Iruka-sensei," he drawled. "Remind me again why we have a skeleton in our kitchen?"
"I'm keeping it for the Academy until the repairs are finished. You know that," I replied, trying to suppress the amused smile that wais threatening to take hold of my lips. "Why? Is it bothering you?"
"And how much longer until they're done?" He ignored my question.
"A couple of days at most. Why?"
He stared at me lazily. I gave him my best Teacher Look. He blushed lightly and averted his gaze, rubbing at the back of his head with the hand that wasn't holding the mayonnaise.
"Ah, well, you see, I was thinking maybe I could borrow it to torture- ah, I mean educate the brats a bit…?" He trailed off as I cocked an eyebrow at him, privately tickled that he still thought he could fool me with those silly excuses of his. I'm a teacher. I've heard them all. He knows this, but it's so cute to watch him try.
"It stares at me!" he finally exclaimed. "You try eating with something watching you from empty sockets! It's creepy!"
I couldn't help it. I laughed. Sharingan Kakashi, the infamous Copy-nin, is creeped out by a model skeleton.
He pointed at me with the hand still clutching the mayonnaise. "Aah! I knew it! You find my suffering amusing!" He gave me a wounded look.
"I'm sorry," I manage, in between laughter. "It's just that-" I blinked. "Um, Kakashi, what are you doing with the mayo?"