AN: Yes, I realize the last chapter had horrid moments. I know the whole thing was terrible on Iruka and Kakashi was more than a jerk. I don't turn a blind eye to such abuse, I never would do that but I just wanted to explain myself in such a regard. I did receive a hate review and honestly I'm only surprised I haven't received more. If I only get one while writing this chapter I'd be flabbergasted that I didn't get more. While writing this next chapter I will wait for more reviews about this last one. So…hope you still read and don't judge me to, too much on that last chapter. This note will be continued….

Iruka got home to find food on the stove burning and black smoke filling the house. He quickly ran to his room and put clothes on.

When he got back down stairs and to the kitchen, he saw that the girls had attempted and failed at making dinner. He turned off the burner and carefully moved the pan from the stove and into the sink. He sighed and wiped his face, feeling the tears stick there.

I knew he would call me those things, I've been called them before…but this time it hurts more…he thought as he scrubbed the burnt food off the pan. I wish he hadn't had to find out…he shouldn't have had to. Not like that. Iruka looked around the kitchen and continued to clean it.

Afterwards he went into his room and lay in bed. He was upset with himself for not standing up to Kakashi, for not explaining more, and certainly more so for kissing the other man. Kissing him probably scared Kakashi more than anything…more than me being me…with that thought Iruka fell asleep.

The next morning Iruka had to rush everyone to school and run to his own class. When he got there he saw Kakashi sitting at his desk doing paperwork. Iruka looked down at the floor and walked to his own desk.

That whole day at school was filled with an awkward silence between the two men and secret glances from Iruka to Kakashi. At the last bell Iruka was just about to walk out of the room and Kakashi grabbed his wrist. Under his breath Kakashi mumbled, "We need to talk." Iruka just nodded and sat on the nearest student desk.

Kakashi paced in front of the desk after all the students left. Iruka saw the other man run a hand through the silver locks about five times before Kakashi actually looked at Iruka. "Iruka, about last night-"

"I'm sorry about that Kakashi. I shouldn't have done that and you shouldn't have had to find out like that. If that's all you wanted to talk about then I'll be on my way…" Iruka interrupted, sliding off the desk.

Kakashi once again grabbed Iruka's wrist. "Iruka…I haven't been able to stop…thinking about it…" Kakashi muttered looking at the ground.

Iruka looked at the other man, his eyes wide and mouth open. Iruka couldn't believe what Kakashi, the womanizer of the city, couldn't stop thinking about a kiss with a man, that or the fact that Iruka was a Were-Wolf. "What…What can you not keep thinking about?"

Kakashi looked up at Iruka, his eyes full of confusion and pain, "Everything…"

Iruka blushed a deep crimson and looked away. "I don't know if I should be happy about that or not."

Kakashi's hand slowly made its way to Iruka's and lightly gripped it. Iruka looked at the hands and back up to Kakashi's face. He was stunned into silence as his fellow teacher leaned towards him. Iruka's breathing became short and the gap between the two diminished. After what seemed like hours the gap was closed, their lips pressed together in a tender kiss. Iruka was so confused he didn't even think of to kiss Kakashi back, he just stood there wide eyed.

Kakashi pulled away not long later and looked Iruka in the eyes, "Was it that bad?" He asked smirking.

Iruka blushed and stuttered, "No! I just...I wasn't ready for it is all..." I can't believe it! Kakashi just kissed me! That womanizer kissed me! A man!

Kakashi laughed, "I have to go Iruka but I'll see you later? Like, out for coffee or something?"

Iruka nodded and said sure at the silver headed man left the room. Iruka looked out the window and saw the sun was setting. He needed to get home soon, that way the girls would try to cook dinner again; he couldn't keep losing pots to burned food.

As he left the school building he heard footsteps behind him.

Iruka never saw the silver crowbar hit him on the head. As he fell to the ground he heard a feral growl.