A/N: *sweat drop* Um… hi. Um, I am back with a new chapter and stuff! :D… (*crickets*) Right… Well, anyway, I know I haven't really been living up to the "angst" genre and that's cuz' I wanted some splashes of humor before… *DUN DUN DUN* The angst bomb? *sheepish smile and ducks under table from sharp kunais aimed at his soul* Okay… so yeah… I see you aren't happy with the angst bomb… I'm sorry! I did warn you though, that I was an angst whore. So yeah…um… Yeah… *awkward laugh* The reason I am writing and finishing this chapter, and ending up with about four hours of sleep (maybe?) is because well… *horribly scary laugh from behind him* Um… Rodrigo the (rabid-though I'd die if I told him that) plot bunny demanded I finish this today… *sweatdrop as gun click is heard* I'M WRITING, I'M WRITING! GOD! On to the story before your esteemed author dies! *screams and runs to disclaimer*
Disclaimer: DO. NOT. OWN! I promise you if I did the Japanese world would love yaoi and I'd be the ruler of all the horrible and naughty things. So it's good Kishimoto-sensei owns Naruto. I'm only borrowing the characters and torturing them. :D
Warnings: Yaoi! (eventually), angst-bomb, and relatively naughty language. But this story SHOULD have a happy ending so don't die and stop reading, 'kay? I'll keep some humor so the flow of the story isn't raped. Oh yes, and flames will be used to burn Sasuke alive. (He's such a Mary-sue now, hate him. : ( ) Um… *Rodrigo growls* ON WITH THE STORY! (Damn, nearly one page of A/N…)
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'Shit.' Kakashi thought. The one person he didn't want to see, or be caught by had found him. He silently cursed whatever he did in his past life that would come back to torture him so badly now. However, he steeled his nerves and prepared for the onslaught that was quite certainly coming for him. He also took this opportunity to plan out every escape route that wouldn't end with either him, or the chuunin dead. He was the copy-nin. Just cuz' Iruka got bad-ass when angry doesn't mean Kakashi can't handle the man.
"Kakashi-kun…," the chunin began very politely.
'Eeeef… He's already using his polite voice. This looks really bad.' Kakashi thought, panic beginning to muddle his clear mind, but he kept his cool façade and smiled as Iruka proceeded to finish his threat- er, question.
"May I ask why you are in the mission files room, looking at said files, at three in the god damn morning? And looking through personal files none the less?" He asked with an eye twitch, going down to 57% anger. For now. He was enjoying torturing the jounin, but that wouldn't do if he was incapacitated by fear.
Kakashi sighed and realized he couldn't talk his way out of this one, so he settled for his good-natured teasing. "Maaa, I couldn't figure out how you did that in the mission room earlier so I looked to a helpful box to answer the question. And may I say I learned a lot Iruka-sensei."
Iruka's resolve snapped. "YOU LOOKED AT MY FILE?" He roared at the, now cowering, jounin.
"Yes?"
"WHY?"
"Cuz' I couldn't figure you out?"
"Just what did you read Kakashi-sensei?" Iruka growled softly, but the tone of his voice was rather cold.
Kakashi felt a tense twisting of his stomach he never felt before. And he hated it. He glared at the chuunin.
"Everything, Iruka-kun." Kakashi said coldly, willing the feeling to go away.
Iruka responded by growling and glared coldly and darkly. "I hope you found it very informative." He said simply, then stomped out of the room and slammed the door.
For some reason, upon the chunin's leave, the knots and tight feeling of Kakashi's stomach only increased ten-fold. Kakashi clutched his flat stomach and growled at the door. He leaped out of the window and bounded towards the memorial stone from roof-to-roof at a breakneck pace. Almost like he was trying to escape something.
Eventually Kakashi got to the stone and landed coolly in front of it, though his breathing was slightly quicker than normal. Strange, he didn't feel like he exerted much physical strength at all. He looked at each delicately carved name in the stone and sighed, as he traced over the letters of those he knew so well. The feeling in his stomach came back again and he actually slightly whimpered. His stomach hurt significantly, and yet he knew he wasn't sick or had any other wounds. 'What's wrong with me Minato?...' he wondered silently and stared up to the sky, hand idly clutching stomach. He stayed there for a while, and ironically rain began to fall. He only remained outside, not caring how drenched he got as he found the mood perfectly soothing. It was only heightened as the day began to brighten, but was hidden by clouds.
'It should be… emotional then?' Kakashi wondered. He was a genius so was aware how emotions could physically hurt. It'd also make sense as he felt like shit steam-rolled. All he could think of was the cold voice Iruka used. On him, too. He never heard the gentle man use a cold voice like that. That sounded like hate. 'Why do I hurt you Iruka? Why am I the one you hate? What did I do so wrong?' He knew the answer already, but it made no sense why the chunin was so mad over one bad teasing session and looking through his files for genuine reasons… Then again, he wouldn't appreciate anyone looking through his file. There was some crude stuff in there that made him shiver if he dared to even think about it. He didn't want anyone to know about that. But, he was a re-instated ANBU and jounin. He knew it was different. So, why? Why did it feel like his stomach was about to burst and knot itself into several deadly patterns and choke him alive? He groaned softly. He didn't like emotions ever since his team with the fourth Hokage, and he still didn't. It hurt. Badly. And he couldn't figure out how his emotions related to the caring sensei. He didn't really care about Iruka, did he? He groaned and instantly marched his way to the Hokage's office. He needed a mission. A mission was familiar, safe.
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Iruka punched the wall nearest to him, hard. The fucking incompetent jounin was right there where he was certain the jounin would never be. It was freaking four in the morning damnit! He was in the missions room himself to relax and tend to the place. He didn't have classes the next morning so it really didn't matter where he was and how long. He reveled in that. He loved teaching, but it was so stressful! And that jounin making fun of him for his duty did not help with that. He knew everyone considered him weak and unable. He knew he wasn't anywhere near ANBU, but he knew he could handle himself. And that day, something inside him just broke. He let it all out and man did it feel good! But… He couldn't shake the guilt. It kept him awake, as did the new pedestal everyone held him on. He wished the jounin never came into his life. It only was hell with Kakashi. Iruka groaned softly and rubbed his aching forehead. And tonight of all nights…
(Flashback)
It was a small sound. So quiet he was almost sure he didn't hear it, but then a shadowed figured dived into the hall and quickly walked to the records room. Iruka's heart bumped rapidly as he knew this was no ally. Not at this time. He grabbed a kunai tightly, and followed after the figure silently, surprised the man didn't sense him. This boosted Iruka's confidence and he dared sit down in front of the door as the man slipped into the room. He didn't come out for a long while. Upon hearing a 'pop' from the room Iruka burst into the room and the man did nothing, but Iruka saw the Leaf uniform and put away his kunai, and glared at the silver hair he had come to start hating. The man finally noticed Iruka and he had the gall to say 'hi' cheerily. Iruka growled.
(End flashback)
Iruka sighed deeply. The man was infuriating to no ends and today he was cold and different with Iruka. It pissed Iruka off and he responded by being cold. But he deserved to be, the man went through his file for god's sake! The chunin groaned and rubbed his forehead as he saw a figure bounce off into the distance. Probably the infuriating man. Iruka was a bit surprised that he took so long to leave, though. And Iruka sighed yet again, unwilling to care. He just wanted to go home and sleep. He felt guilty, and apologizing to the jounin was a horrifyingly painful thought. So he decided to poof away to his apartment and pass out, and he did just that, thoughts of the silver-haired man negatively floating around Iruka's head.
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A/N: I know it's short, but I'm tired and I actually like how it turned out. Oh yeah, and as for the lovely reviews informing me of my wrong-doings as far as 'official' goes, thanks so much! I must say I got really old "official" information. But it is original "official" and is closest to this current timeline so I will keep it if that's all right with all y'all. :D Aside from that… Thank, worship, and love the wonderful Ryuno-chu. She's my faithful beta and such a dear! Thanks go to her and her lovely suggestions and editing. Thank you! Now then...
BAM! BOMB OF ANGST CRUSHED YOUR HEARTS! DX I'm sorry! But I kept it somewhat humorous, so… Forgive me? It's not my fault it's Rodrigo's! Dx *Rodrigo giggles insanely and gunshots are heard*
Kakashi: Silent Stranger is dead right now, so… Yeah. Review please! I'll give you cookies for support! And, if you review enough he'll be revived and come out with another chapter asap!
Ciao!
~I.L.
