Part 1:

How it starts

Episode 6: Departure

It had been a week since Haku had joined the team and already Kyuubi and him were out on a mission together. Itachi had tried to be nicer when they were hanging out together, but he couldn't help but feel jealous. Sasuke and Naruto kept him from making any more mistake, though. Right now, all five of them sat in the airport. Itachi had to go on a business trip to keep their cover up and Sasuke and Naruto were going with him as his assistants. They were going to the other side of the US and wouldn't be back before two weeks later. Kyuubi and Haku were going on a mission in Russia as a young stranger and his girlfriend. They had to retrieve some information from a gang that resided in Quebec city, Canada. One of their contacts, a girl named Tenten, had already reserved a hotel room for them there and they would be gone at least a week and a half, if things worked out perfectly and flawlessly, which they knew wouldn't be the case. They just hoped to be back before Sasuke's birthday in a month. They had already put up their costumes and were trying to act their role, even though Haku managed better than Kyuubi.

"So you two are going to share a room together in some town of Canada during a month?" Naruto asked amusedly.

Kyuubi had made it a point during the last week to convince them that he didn't feel attracted to Haku. And now there he was, playing the boyfriend of the man disguised as a woman. Life really was out to get him since Itachi's birthday…

"Oh, yes. And we are going to sleep together, too. Right, honey?" asked Haku, only slightly changing his voice to sound more like a girl. He was currently clinging to Kyuubi's arm and hugging him every time he could.

Kyuubi groaned at the question. He'd so get his cousin back for this. "Hn." Ah, yes. And while Haku had opted to act as the overly clingy girlfriend, Kyuubi had decided to act like the anti-social boyfriend. Which he kept up pretty good up to now, actually.

"Come on, sweetie! This is our honeymoon! You should be happy!" exclaimed Haku.

Kyuubi groaned again. He had forgotten about that part. They were supposedly a newly-wed couple. He leaned closer to his grinning "girlfriend". "Why are we supposed to be a newly-wed couple, again?" he asked between his teeth. "May I remind you that people on their honeymoon are supposed to have sex and that I don't want to have any with you?"

"Come now, dear. Don't be so gloomy," exclaimed Haku, before leaning in and whispering in Kyuubi's ear. "We don't have to actually do it. We just have to make people think we do it. There's a difference. Although I may have to plant some hickeys on your fine skin at some point during the mission. And we will have to kiss in public for our act to be believable."

Kyuubi groaned again in frustration. Why had he accepted the mission again? He was in good terms with his sexuality ever since he convinced himself back that he was still into women, even though he hadn't flirted with a girl for a week. And he did have any sex since two week ago with that chinese girl in Hong Kong. Also, he still felt a little awkward around Haku since the night a week ago, when Haku had said that he could have taken him. He still had shivers when he thought about it. But now he'd have to share a room with the man for a month, act as newly-wed and make people believe they were having sex like any normal couple. The month will be long…

Kyuubi sat down with a heavy sigh, feeling more exhausted than he should. The plane had taken off and now he had just come back from the bathroom. He didn't even budge when he felt Haku lean his head against his shoulder.

"So, what are we going to do once we get to Quebec city?" asked the feminine-looking man.

"We take a taxi directly to our hotel," answered the redhead. "Can you speak French?"

"Oui, monsieur. Et sans accent," answered sweetly Haku in perfect French. (1)

Kyuubi smirked. "Je ne suis même pas étonné. But people will think you're from France with the way you speak. It's not Canadian French." (2)

"Je n'en ai cure, mon cher. S'ils croient que je viens de France, soit! Je ne me disputerai pas avec les locaux pour un si infime détail," replied Haku dramatically. (3)

The redhead chuckled. "You're right. And it might be a good thing."

"See? So don't be so grumpy. You'll look suspicious if you don't relax."

Kyuubi chuckled again and looked at the approaching hostess. "Hi there. Welcome on our flight. May I ask what brings such a cute couple as yourselves here on this beautiful day?" asked the young woman.

Kyuubi felt like blushing. Did he really look cute with Haku?

His partner gripped his arm and smiled up at the hostess. "We're going to spend our honeymoon in Quebec city!" he exclaimed in his girly voice.

"Really? That's so sweet! It's rare these days to see young people loving each other so much! Are you planning to have kids later on?"

Children? Oh, hell no! Even though Kyuubi went out with more women than he could count, the one thing he didn't want was children.

"He doesn't want any, but I might be able to convince him to have at least one," answered Haku.

"Typical. But that's still cute. Can I get you anything?"

"No, we'll be alright."

"Okay then. Have a nice flight!"

Kyuubi sighed as he watched the hostess walk away. Haku turned to him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Ready for our first real, public display of affection?" he whispered so that only Kyuubi heard him.

The redhead blinked at him, but before he could voice any protest, two soft lips came on him. His pulse quickened and he tried to push the younger male away, but Haku insisted and after a moment, red eyes closed and the Uzumaki let himself melt into the kiss. The feminine male did a mental victory dance before breaking the kiss. They looked intently in each other's eyes, and Haku licked his lips, the exotic taste of the redhead lingering on them, addicting.

"So, how was that first gay kiss for you, mister heterosexual?" he teased, noticing the flicker of lust in those red depths.

"I… What?" Kyuubi asked, coming back to his senses.

Haku chuckled and waved the question away with a sweet smile. They stayed in a comfortable silence afterwards.

Translations:

(1) "Yes, mister. And with no accent."

(2) "I'm not even surprised."

(3) "I don't care, dear. If they think I'm from France, good! I won't argue with the locals on such a minor detail."