Woot 33 reviews for the first chapter! So people like this story then…I wonder if the lemon had something to do with it?
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Masashi Kishimoto does. Just for good measure, I don't own Masashi Kishimoto either. –there is a distant cry for help from the basement- ...Shut up! –Cracks whip-
A/N: Holy crap Kyuubi finally gets his masculinity back, well in this story anyway! I have a tendency to make Kyuubi female in my other stories cause well I'm cruel like that, isn't being a writer fun? You get to control stuff, it's like playing GOD…-evil smirk-
Warnings: Hmm… DENIAL. A lot of that going on. And not as long as the first chapter, sorry too lazy.
'normal thoughts'
'kyuubi's thoughts'
Just a Habit
by pixistixs-chan
Chapter Two
A deep chuckle rumbled through the dark chamber as the demon watched in amusement at the scene playing out in front of him over and over again. It was a shameful pastime he will admit, but what else did he have to entertain himself? He had been getting bored of watching their past sexcapades for the past month or so since the Anbu had been gone on a long mission. He had finally come back to the blonde and he was expecting him to start ripping off his clothes, throw him on the mattress and fuck the blonde till kingdom come but that wasn't the case this time. This was not the usual wild night of sex they had, it was the gushy, sentimental kind that Kyuubi didn't bother with. But what could he do, humans apparently seem to like it. The brat did anyway, Kyuubi thought it was too, as one Konoha nin would call it, 'troublesome'.
He chuckled again as the scene ended. Ah, but why was this particular scene so very amusing to him? Well, let's just say the so-called elite Anbu had slipped. He had almost given out his identity to the blonde.
It was the morning after their night of passion that this had happened. Kyuubi snapped his fingers again and the memory started over. Naruto's thoughts echoed through the room in a soft whisper as the image came into focus.
So he has silver hair.
The blonde watched with the blindfold pushed up on one eye as the Anbu got dressed, the morning rays shining on the mask on his face. He had never stayed after this late, never after sunrise. If Naruto had awakened earlier he would have gotten a chance to see his face, but he had missed his opportunity. The Anbu flicked his head over to him, freezing in his movements, his shirt hanging halfway down his chest. After a moments pause, he pulled his shirt down all the way and walked over to him. Naruto made to pull the blindfold back down on his eyes but he felt a strong hand close on his wrists stopping him. With his other hand, the Anbu gently threaded his fingers in the blond locks making his way to the back of his head and untying the knot. The blindfold fluttered down Naruto's face, landing on his lap. Shocking blue eyes stared up at the Anbu, who did nothing but stare back. The silence went on for another few seconds before the Anbu turned away, leaving Naruto blinking in bewilderment.
Wha-what?
Kyuubi added his commentary with a wide grin, Clueless as ever, brat. Clueless as ever.
But he-he was so caring last night…why is he suddenly indifferent and cold to me in the morning? Naruto's hurt voice resounded with pain.
Kyuubi answered the question gladly with a chuckle even though the blonde would never get to hear these words from him anyway. You really don't get it, do you brat? He's fallen in love with you and he's regretting it.
Kyuubi watched as Naruto slowly got out of bed wincing a little in pain (the demon had been too busy that morning, waiting to see what would happen, to heal him). He pulled the bedcovers with him and wrapped it around his waist to cover his nakedness. He walked over to the Anbu, who was busily picking up his discarded weapons from the floor. Stepping over his clothes that were thrown haphazardly all over the room, he walked up behind the Anbu tentatively. Even though he knew that he was there, the Anbu made no move to stop him from getting any closer. Feeling more encouraged, Naruto wrapped his arms around him from behind and sighed contently snuggling his head into the small of his back. The Anbu dropped the shuriken he was holding and stood slackly, not knowing what to do as Naruto's fingers spread apart and roved over his chest.
My silver-haired Anbu-san, thought Naruto, lovingly cuddling into him. Kyuubi couldn't help but laugh maliciously at this remark. He continued watching knowing what was to come.
Suddenly the Anbu pushed him away, making him fall backward. He looked up at the Anbu with confused (and hurt?) eyes but he just said nothing and started doing complicated hand signs. Naruto's eyes tried to follow them but it was too fast for him to comprehend. All of a sudden, he saw his finger come straight at his face, jabbing him on the forehead, making him shut his eyes tightly. For a moment everything became foggy and blurry and then it was completely blank. For how long he stayed that way he didn't know. It seemed like an eternity, until he finally realized that he had control over his body and opened his eyes.
The bright sunshine almost blinded his eyes forcing him to quickly shut them. He blinked repeatedly before looking around his room in confusion. He was lying on his bed, with his pajamas on when he could have sworn he was on the floor just now. Was it all just a dream? It was very unclear; the last thing he remembered was falling backwards on the floor. Everything before and after that was in a haze. He shook his head and massaged his temples.
This is giving me a headache, he thought angrily. What the hell just happened?
Kyuubi smirked as his tails swished behind him, watching as the memory faded into nothing. Just because he erased Naruto's memory it didn't mean Kyuubi still didn't remember it. Kyuubi remembered every single detail of this secret affair, including the Anbu's identity. After all, the Anbu was the student of the wretched man that sealed him in this body, so how could he forget?
Hmm, I wonder how the brat would react to this information?, he pondered to himself extending his claws and conjuring up the memory yet again. He stopped it at the part where the Anbu was staring into his blue eyes. No, let's see how things play out…
Kakashi sighed as he approached the village gates, the mission had ended way too soon for his liking. The A-rank mission he had been given turned out to be a measly C-rank one once him and his teammates found out that the supposed crime lord that they were ordered to eliminate was nothing but a wimp. Needless to say it didn't take them that long to get rid of him. Now he was back in Konoha again, the place he had been dreading to stay in ever since the 'incident'. He had screwed up dearly, Legendary Copy Ninja or not, he was pretty sure his secret had been found out. He held his breath as he stepped across the gate, expecting to be pinned down to the ground by numerous Anbu the moment he stepped through the gates. It wouldn't even surprise him if the Sandaime himself came rushing towards and arrested him for his heinous crime. He released his held breath, nothing of that sort happened, maybe he was just being too paranoid.
"Kakashi!"
Spoken too soon.
He turned to look at the man who had called him, it was Ibiki. The man who could make even the strongest ninja have nightmares after a private session with him. The scarred man walked toward him with an intimidating look on his face, making Kakashi assume the worst.
"Hokage-sama wants to speak with you urgently."
His breath hitched in his throat when he heard those words come out of his mouth. He turned and nodded toward his teammates, who went their seperate ways nodding back at the team leader. Kakashi headed towards the Hokage tower, with a heavy feeling in his chest. Was that guilt? Or fear that he had possibly been caught? Maybe the Sandaime knew and didn't want to reveal it to anyone. Maybe he wanted to speak with him privately about this matter knowing it would run Konoha's name down the dirt if anyone found out about this.He stood in front of the Hokage's door waiting patiently for the Sandaime to call him in. He felt oddly like a kid that's been sent to the principle wondering what he had done wrong and how he was going to be punished. Of course Kakashi knew what he had done wrong and he also knew whatever punishment Sandaime had for him it would be merciless. As he leaned against the wall he saw Genma walking towards him down the other side of the hallway. He raised his hand in greeting but Genma kept his steely demeanor and grunted in response. Kakashi suspected for a moment that maybe Genma knew too, his paranoia getting the better of him, he wondered if he had seen him come out of Naruto's apartment. Twirling the senbon between his teeth, he said, "Damn Kakashi, you missed the whole ordeal."
"Ordeal?" repeated Kakashi, his eyes looking up from the book.
"Yeah, you know that Uzumaki kid?"
His eyes narrowed slightly, his paranoia increasing even more, when he mentioned the word Uzumaki. But he quickly put on a blank, bored expression on his face and kept his eyes on his book. Trying to be very discreet about his concern about Naruto, he asked, "Hm? What about him?"
"Well, he gave us hell this past week by running away with a forbidden scroll," said Genma with hint of annoyance.
"A forbidden scroll? How did he get it?" asked Kakashi, with surprise. Naruto stole a forbidden scroll?
"That Mizuki bastard tricked him into stealing it. Apparently he had told him that if he learned the jutsus in that scroll he could graduate from the academy. But that damn traitor had planned to kill him and take the scroll for himself."
"Then what happened?" asked Kakashi, his eyebrows furrowing. Is Naruto okay?
"The little runt whooped his ass. He was beaten to a pulp when we found him. Iruka, who was part of the search team, had a large gash on his back courtesy of Mizuki. The brat thought he was gonna die, he was wailing his eyes out and wouldn't let go of him when we tried to treat him. Hokage-sama had to convince him that he was going to be okay and crap and he finally let go. He might be annoying but he's a real cute kid, though," said Genma with a small smile.
Kakashi tried to keep a calm face through the whole thing and nodded every now and then, trying to look disinterested when on the inside he was burning with questions that needed to be answereed. Who the hell was this Mizuki? And Iruka, who was he? How does he know Naruto? Why did Naruto cry over him…
The door to the Hokage's office suddenly burst open and a distraught brunette with a scar on his nose stomped out angrily. Kakashi just raised an eyebrow as he watched the angry man stomp past him. Genma scoffed and said, "What's up with him?"
Kakashi shrugged in response, he could care less really.
Two counsel members walked out the same door looking equally as distraught as the young man that stormed away moments ago, muttering under their breath darkly. Kakashi pushed himself off the wall and walked inside the Hokage's office hearing snippets of their conversation as he walked past them.
"…a genin…what the hell is he thinking?"
"…surely hokage-sama is not seriously considering this…"
"…let's hope not…"
Kakashi closed the door behind him as he stepped into the office. The hokage sat in his chair rubbing his temples tiredly. Kakashi bowed in front of him and said respectfully, "Hokage-sama, you called for me?"
"Ah Kakashi, yes," said the Hokage looking up."Sit down." Kakashi obeyed him and sat down in one of the chairs. The elder man put on a smile and asked him, "So how did you mission fare?"
"It was a success, hokage-sama. The threat has been eliminated."
"Good, good" said the Sandaime distractedly.
"Is something wrong, hokage-sama?"
"It's nothing for you to worry about, Kakashi. Just the counsel giving me headaches again," said Sarutobi with a sigh as he took off his hat.
There was a brief moment of silence between them before the Sandaime cocked his head toward Kakashi and said with a chuckle, " We have a new batch of genin this year."
Kakashi visibly groaned at that information. Sandaime just chuckled even more; he knew he hated it each year when he was forced to deal with three snot-nosed brats that didn't have any clue as to how to be a good ninja.
"You know the deal, you will be assigned to another group of genin. Go a little easy on them this year and don't fail them the moment you see them," he said with a smile. "And there is one more thing Kakashi..."
"What is it, Hokage-sama?" Kakashi tried to keep down his rapid heartbeat. Was this it? Did he know?
"Uchiha Sasuke is also one of the genin this year. With him being the last of his clan there is no one else to teach him about his sharingan," the Sandaime told him. "So that task falls to you. You know that you're the only choice, another reason why I'm asking you not to be so harsh with them and at least give them a chance. Uchiha Sasuke passed with the top marks in his class so I'm sure he will measure up to your high standards."
Kakashi just nodded, his heartbeat returning to it's normal speed.
"I suggest you go get some rest before you get assigned to your new genin team which is in about one more day," said Sarutobi his eyes dancing with mirth as he saw Kakashi groan even more.
"Hai, hokage-sama" Kakashi answered dismally before he teleported back into his apartment. He slumped down on his couch with a sigh, shoving the hitai-ate off his forehead. As if he didn't have enough stress already, now this.
He brought his hand down to pull down his mask. Suffocating, that's what it felt like wearing this thing every day. He lightly ran his finger down his scar that stopped at his chin. He realized that recently he had come to like having his face free of this cloth, not having to worry about the consequences. But there were always consequences in whatever you do, that was what his father had drilled into his head when he was little. Of course in the end he hadn't even taken his own advice and had killed himself. Leaving him to bear his consequences. That's what his loving father had left for him.
Kakashi opened his eyes with a glare, thinking about his father always made him angry. He got up from the couch swiftly, throwing the ninja gear on the floor as he headed to his bed. The last thing he wanted to do was to be brooding over his dead father. Consequences…hn, funny how I never took his advice either. I'm one helluva hypocrite .Over at the wall next to him was a fist sized hole put in by himself a week prior in a moment of frustration. The product of his idiocy in what happened with the boy that inopportune morning. He lazily noted to himself to get that fixed as soon as possible.
That morning with the boy had been disastrous. Not only had he overstayed until the morning running a great risk at getting caught, but the boy had seen what he looked like. He remembered when he arrived back at his apartment after erasing any recollection the boy might have about what happened that night and the morning after, he had punched a hole in the wall mentally berating himself on how stupid he had been. He was so intent on seeing those bright blue eyes of his that he foolishly forgot that those blue eyes could see him too. It was a good thing that he at least had his Anbu mask on, but nevertheless he had seen his hair, the unusual styling marking him as the infamous Copy Nin would give him away in a dead second.
Still that wasn't all, that night... he didn't just fuck him, he…made love to him? a voice in the back of his head suggested. No he didn't make love to him; because making love would require him to love him and he didn't love the boy. Did he?
No, of course he didn't, this was crazy. He did not love Naruto Uzumaki; he was just a fuck, nothing more than a fuck. Then why the hell did he do those things, why the hell did he feel those things when he did it to him? He shouldn't have any sort of affection towards him, what the fuck was wrong with him?
And his eyes…he couldn't stop looking at his beautiful blue eyes. Eyes that, though they resembled the Yondaime's were different, unique in his own way. A thought that relieved him for some reason, he couldn't pinpoint the exact reason whether it be because he really didn't know or because he didn't want to know.
He hadn't even masked his chakra when he left his apartment. He hadn't checked whether or not he had been seen or followed by any of the ninja that were guarding the village. That's what scared him the most, that he had not been careful enough.
In the end he hadn't been found out, which was a good thing. But now that he knew he got away with it, all he wanted to do was to go back to the blonde again. The rational part of him was screaming at him to stay away from Naruto but the other much bigger part of him was aching for him already.
Argh, this is pissing me off.
He flopped down on his bed; right now he needed a distraction. A distraction from this whole mess. Maybe this genin team he was going to be assigned to might make him forget about the blonde. He should listen to the Sandaime and go easy on them this time, and see if they pass. Yeah that sounds like a good plan. Tch, yeah right, like that will happen.
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Sumida-chan who turned 17 this past Sunday! Happy Birthday! The chapter could have possibly been much longer but I decided against it cause I was too lazy to type out the rest, I'm like eh…I'll do that next month –dodges a tomato- Kidding! Kidding! The next update won't take as long I promise!
As usual read and review it makes me feel happy and giddy inside! Oh and I'm glad people thought my 'Hotcakes' story was hilarious, I feel so loved! -tear tear-
Edit: Whoa didn't realize I updated on Halloween, I was up really late writing this that I didn't even notice. Oh well, I guess this is my Halloween gift to you guys! Happy Halloween!
