Chapter Four – Kakashi's Date
Reason #4 – Flesh Eating Virus
Kakashi hovered behind the sushi bar looking down at his watch for the fourth time in the past five minutes. He slid a hand down his shirt and made sure it was tucked in right and he didn't have any errant food on it. He was wearing all black, so it wouldn't look right to have some rice sticking to him.
"It's not even eight o'clock yet, Kakashi." Kisame said as he prepared sushi next to him.
He glanced over and watched the man work. There was something soothing in watching the man form rice into neat little piles one after another, smearing it with wasabi and cutting fish. He worked every movement with precision and clarity. It was obvious that he had been doing this for years.
"I know." Kakashi sighed and tried to look uninterested in the front door. He leaned against the bar. "It's not like we planned anything specific."
Kisame gave him a look.
He looked down at his watch again.
Kisame chuckled as he sliced the rich, red tuna into deft slices and topped it onto the formed pieces of rice. He then placed it onto a porcelain plate, making beautiful nigirizushi for a customer. ANBU was very busy tonight. Well, granted it was busy every night.
The restaurant was a study in understated elegance. Dark wooden floors. Blue walls with rice paper fusuma walls, every so often. There were bonsai trees in alcoves leading a tranquil atmosphere as well as porcelain masks hanging on the wall, including the one representing 'Inu'.
Kakashi turned and glanced towards the door and happened to see Iruka walking in with two other people. A tall blond young man a little taller than Iruka but younger than him, and...Sasuke Uchiha. He had brought his precious..."Uchiha-san" with him on their date? Kakashi blinked; confusion and jealousy welling up inside him.
He forced his legs to walk over to the threesome and stood awkwardly in front of them. Kakashi really wanted to magically 'poof' into another room but he didn't have that ability. Instead he scratched the back of his head and stared at Iruka.
"Yo." Kakashi said. "You made it."
Iruka smiled warmly, flushing slightly. "Thank-you for inviting us." The man reached up and scratched the scar on the bridge of his nose.
Kakashi wondered if he did that when he was nervous. Iruka had left his hair down for the date. His chestnut hair was longer than he had originally thought.
"This is...?" Kakashi inquired, turning to look at the young blond man. It had to be Naruto, but he would be polite and allow Iruka to make the introductions.
The young man stepped forward and thrust out his hand. "I'm Uzumaki Naruto, and who the hell are you?"
"Naruto!" Iruka chided with an indulgent smile.
Sasuke smirked.
Kakashi shook Naruto's hand. "I'm Hatake Kakashi. And you're Iruka's brother."
Naruto let go of Kakashi's hand after a firm shake then he smiled brightly. "How did you guess?"
"Underneath the underneath." Kakashi said as he steered the group towards the awaiting table. He signaled the busboy, Kiba, to bring over another place setting since he had not anticipated the dastardly Sasuke Uchiha being there to foil his plans. Kiba hastily moved to comply.
"I told him about you, Naruto." Iruka stated as he stepped up to the table and took off his leather jacket and placed it around the outside of back of one of the chairs. Kakashi took in the site of Iruka in a very nice dark navy shirt and charcoal slacks that accentuated his body nicely.
"So you're the old hentai that was sucking face with bro in his office this morning..." Naruto chuckled as he plopped down into a chair and picked up one of the menus. "Does this place have ramen?"
Kakashi stared at the young man and thought to himself - to put it bluntly, Uzumaki Naruto was a punk.
"Naruto!" Iruka eyes glittered angrily as he sat down across from the younger man. "Damnit!"
"Sorry, Iruka." Naruto muttered as he ducked his head slightly then leaned over to tuck on Sasuke's arm, who was still standing. Sasuke allowed the blond to tug on him and looked down at him with an amused expression.
"Teme, they don't have ramen!" Naruto exclaimed.
"I told you they didn't." Iruka sighed in a voice that said it wasn't the first or even third time he had explained it.
Kakashi motioned for Sasuke to sit down. The Uchiha took off his own jacket and they sat down across from each other, giving one another considering looks.
A pleasant man walked over to their table carrying a bottle of wine and showed the bottle to them over his forearm.
"Hello, my name is Yamato and I'm the sommelier here at ANBU. Would you like to try a glass of our Chateau de la Genaiserie Coteaux du Layon?"
Iruka smiled up at the wine connoisseur and Kakashi nodded. Yamato began filling up their four glasses half way, then he politely bowed.
"Let me know if you need anything. Your server will be right with you." Yamato bowed again and walked to the next table.
"Are you old enough to drink?" Kakashi asked Naruto.
"My ID says I am." Naruto said cheekily as he picked up the glass and took a gulp then made a face at the taste of the wine.
"If you don't mind, I took the liberty of ordering for us..." Kakashi stated as he signaled to the waiter, Tenten, a young woman with her dark hair piled up in two round buns. She was already walking over to their table with a tray.
"Konbanwa." Tenten smiled. "I'm Tenten and I'll be your server tonight. You're having the chef's tasting menu." She started placing small plates in front of each of them, starting with Kakashi. "This is the amuse bouche. It is a crudo of Tasmanian sea trout with white asparagus, prosciutto, trout roe, and ravigote sauce." She nodded politely and then Yamato was back, standing next to her.
"The wine pairing for the amuse bouche is a Baumard Cremant Brut." Yamato stated as he began pouring more wine into different glasses. "Enjoy."
Iruka raised his eyes curiously at the food.
After the waiter and sommelier had left the table, Iruka turned to Kakashi and said, "Thank you for ordering. It looks delicious."
"It looks like cat food." Naruto said, poking at the trout roe with his chopsticks.
"Dobe, sometimes I have no idea why I put up with you." Sasuke rolled his eyes as he elegantly placed his cloth napkin in his lap before eating.
Naruto snickered. "My firm tanned ass?"
A faint blush tinted Sasuke features. "Just eat the damned food."
Kakashi looked back and forth at the interchange and wondered at the relationship between the two of them. Obviously Iruka's brother, Naruto, was having a sexual relationship with Sasuke Uchiha. And Iruka had to know about since they were blatantly referring to it in front of him. And yet Iruka still had a crush this dastardly Sasuke Uchiha? It was very confusing.
"So Uchiha-san, are you Naruto's boyfriend?" Kakashi inquired pulling his mask forward with a finger to slip his chopstick in covertly, taking a quick bite of the sea trout. It was cooked very well. Genma, who was cooking tonight, had done an excellent job.
Sasuke looked at him with a piece of asparagus perched between his chopsticks. "Yes."
"Have you ever realized the Uchiha fan logo looks like a ping pong paddle?" Kakashi stated.
Sasuke dropped the asparagus, his dark eyes narrowing. "Excuse me?"
"Is that because your family really likes ping pong?" Kakashi inquired.
Naruto burst out laughing. "Oh man!"
"Kakashi..." Iruka said, trying to alleviate some of the tension.
It didn't help that Naruto continued to laugh at Sasuke.
"It does look like a ping pong paddle!" Naruto said, still laughing as he started to eat the food. "That's awesome. Hey...dontcha think it looks like a ping pong paddle, Iruka?" The blond shoveled a very large bite of trout, asparagus, prosciutto, and the roe in his mouth and then looked in surprise over at Kakashi. "Hey, this cat food isn't half bad!"
Kakashi sighed and nodded. "Thank-you?"
"So...have you always been a chef?" Iruka asked graciously, obviously trying to change the subject away from ping pong, cat food and Naruto insulting his date.
Kakashi finished his food with a few more quick bites then repositioned his mask flatly over his face, making sure he hadn't gotten any of the sauce on it. That would've been embarrassing.
He looked up at Iruka and smiled, his one eye curving happily. "No, I was in the military when I was younger."
"Really?" Iruka studied him. "I would never have guessed that."
"Why do you say that?" Kakashi asked him.
Iruka's answer was interrupted by the next course.
Tenten gracefully paused before the table as Kiba picked up their empty plates. She already had their next course on another tray on her arm.
"I hope you enjoyed your amuse bouche. Now we've got a ceviche of shrimp, squid, Hokkaido scallops, octopus, cherry tomato, cucumber, fennel, red onion, yuzu-ceviche sauce." She finished as she began setting the plates out in front of each of the guests.
Yamato was back, bringing another new wine. He took the old wine glasses that they hadn't finished.
"The wine pairing with this ceviche course is a 2007 Dopff Riesling." Yamato poured a small amount of the white wine in each of the glasses with a deft swirl, a small bow and then he was gone again.
"Old man hentai." Naruto said picking up a piece of octopus with his chopsticks. "Did you even bother to cook this?"
Sasuke snickered from the other side of the table.
"It's ceviche." Kakashi stated, and then explained. "It's a seafood dish typically prepared utilizing an enzymatic reaction between fish and citric acid."
"Huh?" Naruto said looking confused.
Sasuke clarified further as he picked up his chopsticks. "Dobe, he means no - it's not cooked in the way you're thinking. It's marinated in lemon juice."
Naruto made a face and began poking at the food again.
Iruka was eating the food with gusto. "It's delicious, Kakashi. I've never had cevichebut always wanted to try it."
"Yes, it is very good." Sasuke agreed and reached for a sip of the wine. "Your sommelier is very good, too."
Kakashi nodded and waved his hand at the wine. "Yeah...Yamato is good with wine." He turned towards Iruka. "So you were saying..."
The tanned man looked confused for a moment as he was trying to recollect his thoughts. The expression of confusion and befuddlement was delectable on the man. Kakashi wanted tackle him right there in the middle of the ceviche course. Too bad he didn't have a ping pong paddle to smack Sasuke Uchiha upside the head. The dastardly young man was sitting over there groping Naruto under the table. Right in front of Iruka-! Didn't he care about Iruka's feelings? Maybe he didn't know that Iruka had a crush on him...? It was entirely possible. Iruka certainly didn't act as though he did.
"Oh, that's right. You don't seem the type to be in the Military. You seem really laid back, I guess. No, that's not the right word I'm thinking of..." Iruka seemed to be searching for the right word. He picked reached down to pick up the last cherry tomato on his plate but Sasuke reached over and stabbed it with his own chopstick first.
"Mine!" Sasuke said victoriously, about to take a bite.
Kakashi shot out his hand in a sudden movement; stopping Sasuke's hand that was holding the chopstick from putting the cherry tomato in his mouth.
"Hey, that was Iruka's cherry tomato." Kakashi growled. "You can't just take it his without permission. Shouldn't you be enjoying Naruto's cherry tomato?" He hinted.
"Oi!" Naruto yelped. "No one is taking my cherry tomato! It's one of the few things on this plate I recognize."
Iruka looked baffled. "Uh, Kakashi, it's really ok. I didn't mind. Sasuke likes tomatoes."
Kakashi released Sasuke's hand, not wanting to make a scene, and let the young man have the tomato. "We can always have them bring you out some extra tomatoes if you'd like." He finished gruffly.
"That's okay." Sasuke said, but he was giving Kakashi a look, like he knew a secret.
Kakashi squinted his one eye at him.
Kiba the busboy was back, clearing their table deftly with a smile and friendly small talk, and then he was gone. Then Tenten came over with the next course on her tray, setting down the plates gracefully. "I hope you enjoyed the ceviche. This is sautéed Maine scallops with soba gnocchi in a trumpet royale topped with delicate a celery root-parmesan foam." Then she stepped back and Yamato stepped forward with another wine pairing.
"Here we have a 2009 Champalou Vouvray, from the Loire Valley in France. It is very fresh, bright acid, light bodied. Plush and round, the palate coats nicely and the right amount of acid is present. Perfect for the scallops." Yamato poured more into fresh glasses. Then both he and Tenten left them to their new course.
Naruto looked at the food and scratched the back of his head. "Foam?"
Kakashi sighed. "Maa...just eat it. The gnocchi are...sort of like ramen." He cringed as he said it.
Iruka was already eating with delight clearly evident on his face. Kakashi contented himself with the fact that Naruto's rude behavior and picky eating habits thankfully did not translate towards his older brother.
"So...why do wear a mask, Cyclops?" Naruto asked as he ate a scallop, peering intently at Kakashi.
Kakashi reached up and touched the fabric of the mask instinctively. "Would you believe me if I told you I had a flesh eating virus?"
Iruka, Sasuke and Naruto all turned to him and said "Liar!" in sync.
He chuckled and reached down to pick up one of the gnocchi with his chopsticks, he tucked a finger under the edge of the mask and pulled it out so he could slip his chopstick in and fed himself clandestinely under the mask. They all watched for a moment then went back to their own plates. It was obvious he wasn't going to give a real reason.
"So tell me about your beautiful writing." Kakashi asked, changing the subject. He smiled happily at the lovely Iruka. "How did you get started?"
Naruto choked on the scallop in his mouth. "You mean his porn?"
"They're sophisticated erotic novels." Kakashi declared archly.
Iruka blushed and reached up to scratch at the scar on his nose while Naruto howled with laughter.
"No, they're porn!" Naruto accused. "Even Dad calls them that! And he should know!"
"Yes...well..." Iruka started to explain, but then Kiba was back taking their plates away.
Kakashi for once cursed his employee's excellent and attentive service. He really wanted to know what Iruka had to say. He tampered down his annoyance while the busboy took away their dishes and then Tenten arrived with the next course.
Tenten smiled at them as she placed the plates before each guest. "I hope everything has been wonderful so far. Here we have a soy-ginger caramel glazed pork belly with a pickled daikon salad and steamed buns. Enjoy and let me know if you need anything."
Yamato walked back over with a red wine this time. "This pairing is a lovely 2007 pinot noir." As he spoke he poured out some in each of their large fresh glasses. "Domaine Parent Bourgogne. It's oaky tannin flavor should pair nicely against the sweetness of the glaze on the pork belly."
Then both Yamato and Tenten bowed politely and were off.
"Finally, some meat!" Naruto declared as he stabbed the pork belly with a chopstick viciously and ate it ravenously, as if he hadn't just consumed three previous courses of food.
"So, you were saying, Iruka?" Kakashi inquired.
"Yes." Iruka wiped his mouth clean with his napkin. "Ano, where was I?" The tanned man smiled and looked at him.
Kakashi rested his elbow on the table momentarily and placed his chin in the palm of his hand, watching Iruka.
"Dad bribed you." Naruto supplied, pointing at his brother with a bit a sandwich he had made out of the steamed buns and the pork belly. Naruto seemed to have avoided the pickled daikon salad off his plate altogether. "Remember? He paid for your college."
"You didn't always want to be an author?" Kakashi asked.
"I don't really consider myself a writer." Iruka laughed lightly. "I'm an editor at best...and a babysitter on the worst days. Although I do have a surprisingly good working relationship with Dad."
"Really hentai, bro." Naruto disagreed; mouth full of pork and bun sandwich.
"I have to agree with Naruto on this." Sasuke commented, placing a small bite of daikon in his mouth. "You have a very odd relationship with Jiraiya that defies-"
"Wait...!" Kakashi interrupted Sasuke. "Your father isJiraiya? The Jiraiya!"
"That's what I-." Sasuke began.
"Shut up ping pong." Kakashi interrupted the young man, turning to Iruka in surprise.
"Oi!" Naruto laughed. "I'm starting to like brillo pad here."
"Hentai? Cyclops?" Sasuke grumbled as he took a sip of wine. "Brillo pad? You need to pick one and stick with it."
"I can't help it." Naruto sighed. "The old man is ripe for parody."
Iruka blushed as he set his chopsticks down. "Yeah our Dad is Jiraiya. It's kind of a long story...maybe one for another time. But suffice to say – he took us in when were young, when we had no where else to go but an orphanage. He gave us a home."
Kakashi was gleefully doing mental cartwheels. The lovely Iruka had stated that he would give him the longer story 'another time'. Could he already planning another date with the cool and hip Kakashi? Damnit he was starting to think like Gai in his inner monologues. He needed to stop hanging around him so much. Did this mean things were going well, despite the dastardly Sasuke Uchiha being there? And regardless of Sasuke's blatant groping of that punk Naruto under the table? He must keep up insulting the overly-hair-gel-wearing young man. His master plan was obviously working!
Kiba was back, taking away their plates efficiently. Then Tenten brought them the second and final entrée course. She smiled charmingly. "Here is a delicious roasted Indiana duck breast with a pan-seared Quebec foie gras and baby turnips, alongside a green bean salad. Enjoy and let me know if I can get you anything."
Yamato smiled. "This wine pairing is a 2005 Navarra Vina Magana." He poured some for everyone, and then Tenten and Yamato left them to their meal.
"Awesome...!" Naruto said as he plowed in and took a big bite of the duck. He spoke with his mouth half full. "This joint may not have ramen, but it ain't so bad, I guess."
Sasuke snorted breezily. "I'm not sure which is bigger, Naruto...you're head or your mouth."
"Hey!" Naruto complained. Then a devilish look flickered over his features. "That's not what you were saying last night..."
The young Uchiha flushed slightly.
"Naruto!" Iruka growled in warning. Then he turned towards Kakashi in a gesture of apology. "You'd never know he was actually a law student, right? And he dreams of being in politics?"
Kakashi was about to retort when he saw a man winding his way through the dining tables toward them. At first he didn't he didn't think twice about it. He recognized him, in an abstract way – like, he knew him, but he could quite place him. He didn't put two and two together until it was already too late. Suddenly the tall dark man was standing between Iruka and Sasuke and he realized why the man looked suddenly so familiar. He looked like an older, better-looking, more self-assured version of Sasuke. Kakashi felt a surge of affection for ping pong at that moment. He squelched it.
Uchiha Itachi that pompous ass from the country club that was always giving him looks when he read his sophisticated erotic novels in the great room. He paid quite an exorbitant membership fee; he could do whatever he wanted there, and if he wanted to sit in the great room and read porn – err sophisticated erotic novels – that was his prerogative. He had looked in the rule book, too. There was no by-law prohibiting it, either. He was sure that was part of what annoyed Uchiha Itachi about it. And why he continued to go.
"Uchiha-san." Iruka smiled and blushed furiously up at Itachi. "I'm surprised to see you."
Kakashi frowned underneath his mask. 'Uchiha-san'? Could it be? Truthfully, he had never actually heard Iruka refer to Sasuke as 'Uchiha-san'. And Iruka having a crush on this Uchiha Itachi makes a lot more sense than Sasuke, considering Naruto is dating Sasuke. Damnit, he cursed internally having entrusted a valuable Intel-gathering to missions to Kiba. What had he been thinking? Stupid dog boy! Young Inuzuka was getting demoted tomorrow morning. And no more feeding chicken livers to his dog! Well, maybe that was a tad harsh. No need to punish Akamaru for Kiba's transgressions.
"I was working late at the office, Umino-san." Itachi looked at his Rolex. Showoff! "Just stopped by to pick up some take-out." Itachi held up his bag with the ANBU logo and shook it.
Iruka looked down at his own watch. "You work too late, Uchiha-san!"
Itachi smiled ruefully. "I'm just boring I guess."
"Yes, you are." Sasuke deadpanned.
"Hello, Little brother." Itachi said. "Fancy meeting you here." The older Uchiha reached over and flicked his younger sibling on the forehead, causing Sasuke to flinch and almost spill wine on his shirt.
"Not really, Itachi, considering I told you we'd be here." Sasuke frowned at his brother in obvious annoyance.
"Maa...my bullshit sense is tingling!" Kakashi said, his one eye curved up in a deceptively mild smile. He stared at Uchiha-san now realizing who the true competitor for the fair Iruka's heart truly was – and it wasn't the dastardly ping-pong.
Itachi paused for a moment and then he narrowed his dark eyes at Kakashi. "Hn. Well then."
"Kakashi..." Iruka reproached lightly, his handsome face blushing, as he read up to scratch at his scar.
"You should probably go home then, Uchida-san. Since you've had such a long day." Kakashi suggested. "We wouldn't want to keep you up past your bedtime."
Naruto snickered and for once, Kakashi heartily approved of his bad manners.
"Don't forget, Umino-san. We have that meeting with me first thing to go over the Tsunade account." Itachi said with slight smile on his face he looked at Iruka.
"Hai. I remember. 9am." Iruka blushed again.
Uchiha Itachi looked over at Kakashi once again with one last smirk in his direction, and then he waved at the group and left the restaurant.
"He's seems...nice." Kakashi said, hoping to lead into a conversation about Uchiha-san. He wanted Intel about the enemy.
"He's a prick." Naruto disagreed as he finished his plate and pushed it away.
Sasuke grinned, his first real, true smile of the night. It was really quite feral. "I hate my brother." The young man said with vehemence.
Kakashi's eyebrow quirked up at it.
"Oh, Sasuke." Iruka sighed and pushed his own plate away. "You need to stop with the rivalry already. It's not healthy."
Sasuke looked like he wanted to argue but then he relented and took the last sip of the red wine in the glass and set it back down. "I won't quarrel with you tonight, Iruka, but I'm not letting it go. Not now, not ever."
Then Kiba was back, taking away their second entre plates and Tenten brought their dessert plates. Iruka's eyes lit up at the sight of dessert. "And we now have dessert. A milk chocolate créme brûlée, a caramel custard foam, and a strawberry macaroon."
Yamato then brought over beautiful glasses of a sparkling wine. "This sparkling wine will pair nicely with your dessert. It is a Vigneau-Chevreau Vouvray Petillant Demi-Sec. Enjoy."
Kiba also brought over cups of coffee for everyone and even a large container of cream and sugar which he set next to Iruka, who smiled up at him appreciatively. Kiba winked at Kakashi, who reconsidered his demotion of the dog-boy.
"You remembered!" Iruka started pouring cream and sugar into his coffee happily.
Yes, Kiba was definitely getting a promotion. Head dishwasher for the dog-boy. Was that even a title? Kakashi would make it so.
They finished their desserts chatting amicably and drinking coffee as the restaurant was winding down quietly for the night.
"May I walk you to your car?" Kakashi asked after a moment. Naruto and Sasuke had gone to the rest room.
"Well, Sasuke drove me." Iruka said with a disappointed sigh.
Kakashi smiled beneath his mask. "May I walk you to Sasuke's car?"
Iruka laughed. "I suppose."
They stood and walked like nervous teenagers out the door of the restaurant into the brisk night air. Kakashi wanted to put his arm around Iruka but he didn't. The man seemed anxious and frankly, he was a little edgy himself. So they walked side by side.
"Which car is it?" Kakashi asked, shooting a little glance down at Iruka.
Iruka nodded his head in the direction of a red Ferrari.
Kakashi stopped. "What!"
The tanned man looked at him in surprise. "What?"
"Are you kidding me?" Kakashi asked.
"What?" Iruka looked confused as they reached the vehicle.
"Sasuke drove here in a Ferrari?" Kakashi laughed and scratched the back of his head.
"Yeah, it's actually Uchiha-san's...I think he drove it to piss him off." Iruka grinned.
Of course Uchiha Itachi owned a Ferrari. Showoff! He thought of his own understated black Land Rover. Well, he needed it to haul his dogs in – he couldn't imagine taking the mutts to the vet in a flashy sports car. What if Pakkun puked in a Ferrari? Think of the cleaning bills-! Kakashi wanted to key the car, but honestly it was too beautiful to do that to it.
Instead he stalked Iruka slowly up against the side of the vehicle until he was but a few inches away from him.
"I had a very nice time, Iruka." Kakashi said, his voice low.
Iruka blinked up at him, reaching a hand back to hold himself up against the Ferrari when he tried to take another step back and realized he couldn't.
"I-I did, too, Kakashi." Iruka said, suddenly uneasy. His eyes slanted anxiously in the direction of the front door of the restaurant.
Kakashi pulled his face mask down and leaned in. "I like you, Iruka."
"I..." He seemed confused. Iruka's eyelashes were fluttering.
They stayed like that for a moment. Kakashi's face came closer to Iruka's while he watched, seemingly transfixed by the sight of it unmasked. Possibly he was. Neither of them made any sound, too dazed by each other's closeness. Just when Iruka snapped back to reality, when he opened his mouth to say something, and Kakashi's lips pushed it shut again. Iruka's eyes widened. He let out a small whimper, which supposed to be a resisting sound he wanted to make.
Kakashi's lips pressed harder, nibbling softly on the Iruka's lips, consciously pressing his body against him as he slid his tongue inside. He could taste the coffee on the man, taste the chocolate créme brûlée that the had ate for dessert and fuck, it tasted way better on this man's tongue. He wanted to crawl inside him discover all of his secrets. But, with great sadness and regret he pulled away from Iruka's lips and looked the man over. He could hear Sasuke and Naruto coming. Kakashi slid his mask back up.
Deliciously flushed, panting slightly, and looking fairly depraved, Umino Iruka was a beautiful sight to behold. Kakashi realized he could have this man right now if only he asked, if he pushed the issue and continued kissing. But he didn't want it to be that simple. He wasn't trying to seduce Iruka for a one-night stand. He now knew for certain that the attraction was mutual, but he wanted more than just the physical. And he had to deal with this Uchiha-san issue. Relinquishing his hold, he stepped back and out of reach.
"Naruto and Sasuke are almost here." Kakashi smiled. "I am glad you came. And I meant what I said about wanting to date you. Did you want to get together again? Maybe just the two of us?"
Iuka swallowed, and seemed to find his voice at last. "Yeah. Let me give you my cell phone number."
"I don't have a cell phone." Kakashi laughed. "I should get one, ne?"
"Yes, you probably should!" Iruka laughed. "Just call my office. You have the number."
"Okay. Goodnight!" Kakashi smiled and waved as he watched Iruka, Naruto and Sasuke get into the red sports car and drive off into the night.
He had plans to make.
Uchiha-san, corporate-overlord was going down!
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