Iruka took a deep breath. He was actually tired enough to be ready to not argue with the jounin as soon as he came in. He had gone for a walk around the academy after leaving Kankuro at the training ground.
It was now rather late in the night. Iruka knocked on the door to be polite and then used the key they had given him.
Inside was the legendary jounin. Kakashi also looked like he had cooled off too.
"I talked to Shizune, she says they are busy arranging partners enough as is without me bringing my personal preferences into it." His tone had a finality to it.
"So...truce..?" Iruka didn't want to sound too hopeful, but he needed a rest.
Kakashi shrugged his shoulders, then motioned him to follow.
They went into the living room, and Kakashi motioned towards two doors.
"This is MY room, which you are not to enter, under pain of death and torture." Kakashi gestured to the door on the right. "And this," he waved his hand towards the door on the left, "is your room, previously my library. Now all my Icha Icha collection is in a stack in my room and will probably suffer damage because you decided to move in here."
"Gee you have my deepest sympathies." This earned him a glare from the Copy-nin, but no violence ensued.
"Well, I put your boxes in there, so now stop bothering me." Kakashi went in his room and closed the door.
Iruka sighed again and opened the door to his new room.
It wasn't too bad. There were a few dust bunnies in the corners and the place where the bookshelf had been was outlined with a layer of dust.
He could sweep tomorrow; right now he was too tired.
He was about to plop into bed for a good night's sleep, when he noticed something.
He didn't have a bed.
He had left his bed at his former apartment assuming the refugee who took his place would need it.
And Iruka had just assumed that whoever he moved in with would have one ready.
With a grunt of frustration, he went into the living room again and knocked on Kakashi's door.
"What?" Iruka could hear the boredom from behind the door. He opened it to see the jounin without his vest seated on his bed, his bedside lamp on. Iruka stepped in.
"Kakashi, I don't have a mattress."
"Do I care?"
"Where do I sleep?"
"I already said: the roof, I don't like to repeat myself." He didn't even look up from his book.
Iruka's eyebrow twitched. "I thought you were joking."
"Why would I joke about something like that?"
"You really are the biggest asshole in Konoha, aren't you?" Iruka decided he had enough and that he was going to play his cards now. "Anko was right about you."
The jounin stopped reading. He looked up to his junior, who was trying his best to keep a serious face. How much did he know?
"What did she say?"
Iruka hoped Kakashi didn't notice the glimmer in his eye when he saw that he had his attention. He hoped that what he had overheard from a drunken conversation a week before would be enough to fool the older shinobi.
"Oh, nothing important, just that she can't wait to get back into your bed." Iruka waited a little for the words to sink in, "So...maybe I'll just trade places with her. That will probably suit you better anyway."
"Er..."
Before Kakashi could answer though, Iruka made his way back to his room and picked up his box.
"So I'll just be going now, shall I? Do you mind carrying that box out for me?"
"Iruka, wait. Maybe we can work something out."
"Oh no, I couldn't impose."
As Iruka turned to go out, he found his path blocked.
"You're not going anywhere, leave that box here." The jounin commanded.
Success.
"So where am I sleeping?" Iruka kept his smile of triumph off his face.
"In my bed."
"Where are YOU sleeping?"
"In my bed."
Iruka took a full minute to register this.
"NO," he said when he realized what Kakashi meant.
"It's not like you have a say in the matter." Kakashi was still blocking his path.
Iruka felt fidgety.
"You like women, right...? You were with Anko..."
"I don't like Anko, now get in there already." Kakashi half-shoved Iruka into his bedroom.
Once inside, Iruka maneuvered himself to one side of the bed, while Kakashi was in the other.
"Will you relax?? I'm not into doing it with men! Especially not you!"
Iruka still felt fidgety.
"Erm...don't cross the invisible line, OK?"
"Sheesh, if you're SO worried, sleep on the roof like I told you from the beginning!"
Iruka ignored this and took off his chuunin vest. He kept a kunai in his hand and slipped under the covers.
Kakashi shook his head, got into bed, turned his back to Iruka and started reading again.
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"Quit hogging the blankets!"
"Hogging the blankets?? I barely have any myself! And you have me on the edge of the bed, I'm gonna fall off!"
"That's not true, you look very comfy with all that space you have."
"There is plenty of room on the floor if you don't like it then!!"
Kakashi turned over, taking most of the blanket with him, leaving Iruka cold. Next thing he knew, his face was full of pillow.
"Baka pervert!!!"
"Wanna fight, you half-assed chuunin??"
A pillow fight ensued . Kakashi regretted giving his lumpy pillow to Iruka now that it was proved its striking power potential. Iruka kept aiming for his head but Kakashi knew that if he got Iruka's solar plexus, he could get the wind out of him and gain advantage.
Feathers floated everywhere.
A truce was declared when Kakashi decided that holding his pillow over Iruka's face over an extended period of time was going to land more problems than it solved and Iruka got tired of kicking Kakashi's ribs to let him breathe.
Both of them panting, they settled again into opposite sides of the bed and this time Iruka's breathing evened out in a few moments and Kakashi's followed soon after.
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The dream had been really weird. He had been in his house, waiting for enemy ANBUs to try to surprise him. Asuma was going to help him so he hid in his closet and Gai tried to hide behind a chair and, surprisingly, he fit behind. When the enemy ANBU did get in and Kakashi cut down the first two and the third tried to stab him with a...pitchfork knife? The weapon had morphed on its trajectory to his face.
Then Kakashi woke up.
He looked dazedly around his room, checking to see if there any more pitchfork-wielding enemies around.
None, good.
It was then when he noticed a pressure on his chest. Not a pressure as if someone had tied him to immobilize him, but as if someone had dropped a weight on him. And it was warm.
When Kakashi tried to move he now could feel that this something was wrapped all around him: his waist and his legs. What really unnerved him was the fact that whatever this thing was, it was in bed with him, under his covers .
A shudder ran through him. What the hell?
He couldn't imagine what fiendish device the enemy had thought of now, or which enemy it was this time, but now he was awake.
He roughly pulled back the covers.
And then his jaw hit the floor.
Curled around him as if he was some sort of comfort plush toy was Iruka.
It took several minutes for Kakashi's brain to reboot.
And when it did, it took more time to decide an appropriate course of action.
That apparently took too much time because Iruka woke up too in the meanwhile.
Kakashi didn't know to be afraid or to laugh when he saw Iruka's expression at finding himself in such a position.
Iruka's brain was quicker than the jounin's this time.
"WHAT THE CRAP???"
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Genma woke up to shouts coming from downstairs.
He frowned. Kakashi's place was usually quiet and as devoid of life as he could wish for. But then again, someone had recently moved in and Kakashi, too, might have issues.
His frown became a scowl. That darned Suna kid had not come home all night. And they were probably going to blame him if something happened.
Life was becoming increasingly complicated and not for the better.
He sighed and put a senbon in his mouth.
