Mind Over Matter Chapter 10: THE LAST NIGHT, a naruto fanfic

Mind Over Matter

KakashiXIruka

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Chapter 10: The Last Night

This is a high school fic of Kakashi and Iruka together. Yaoi. (Rated Mature for elbow-room.) If you don't like it, either don't read it or read my story and try and have your mind changed! My second Naruto fanfiction, I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Iruka was shaken awake at a time he knew was before the sun had risen. He tried to move away from the persistent person trying to wake him, then realized his arm was trapped under Kakashi's back. Iruka gently pushed Kakashi off him and cracked his eyes open.

"What?" He asked, squinting in the dark room.

"It's Genma. We're leaving in twenty minutes, you know." Iruka groaned in annoyance.

"Kami, couldn't you have woken me up earlier?" He said irritably.

"Mizuki said it would be funny to record what you say in your sleep." Genma admitted.

"And you let him?"

"Hayate wants to keep us a secret. I don't like blackmail, but there wasn't exactly a choice." He informed the sleepy brunette. Iruka scrambled out of bed, then gently shook Kakashi by his shoulder.

"'Kashi. Come on, wake up." Kakashi snored and yelled something incoherent. "We are gonna be so late." He complained.

"...See you?" Genma said, closing the door behind him. Kakashi rolled over and grabbed Iruka's arm again.

"'Kashi, wake up. Now." Iruka commanded. The silver-haired boy peeked through his long silver eyelashes at Iruka, then furiously squeezed his eyes shut again. Iruka physically dragged Kakashi out of bed, before Kakashi slumped on top of them and they fell onto the floor. Iruka let out a shout of annoyance when the other boy's full weight crushed him against the floor. Kakashi balanced himself on his palms and smiled at Iruka.

"Good morning." He whispered huskily. Iruka nodded obliviously.

"Morning. Come on, we've got about ten minutes to get out to the bus." He told Kakashi, struggling into a pair of slacks that had somehow been hung from the ceiling fan. Kakashi watched him from the bed, then finally got up, only pausing to pull a nearly skin-tight sweatshirt over his chest. Iruka eyed his body, giving way to his thoughts, then went over to the door to find the other students. Kakashi followed him, then suddenly wrapped Iruka in his arms.

The younger boy tried to struggle against him. Kakashi turned him around and looked Iruka in the eyes, his mismatched gaze imploring. Iruka gently kissed his collarbone, teasing, then ripped Kakashi's arms away from him. He was glaring. Kakashi looked like a puppy who had just lost his owner. Iruka rolled his eyes and led the older boy out of the hotel, their hands still entwined.

"Knock it off, you ass." Iruka joked. Kakashi pouted.

"No good-bye kiss?"

"What do you mean 'goodbye'?" Iruka asked.

"I told Genma I would sit with him on the bus. You don't mind?" Kakashi said.

Iruka mentally sighed. "Of course not."

The line of skiiers slowly trickled to a halt. The copper-haired boy stopped and looked ahead of him, peering past his friend Anko to find Kakashi. He wasn't there. Iruka nudged Anko in the ribs, and she looked concerned. Iruka noticed the teachers gathering around a student, and with a jolt of surprise he recognized the silver-haired boy. He unattached his skis, pushing Anko roughly out of the way. Genma watched his back, then turned to Anko.

"What's happening?" She asked him.

"Kakashi hurt himself." He informed Anko.

"Oh, no...is he okay?" She asked, then paused. "Did he fall?"

"How am I supposed to know?" Genma said irritably.

"Well, Kakashi kind of sucks at skiing."

"So does everyone else, but...don't I know it." Genma said. "Iruka was practically holding him up."

"Really?" Anko asked, stifling a laugh.

"Yes. He sucks at skiing."

"Did you see?"

"..No." Genma said.

"I just hope he is all right, for Iruka's sake, if not his..." Anko whispered.

"'Kashi!" Iruka yelled, wading through the thigh-deep snow in only a pair of running shoes. Tsunade was kneeling over the grey-haired boy, speaking calmly to Jiraiya. The students had stopped in the forest trail, and by the time Iruka had heard the older boy falling, people had surrounded him. There was an undertone of panic in Tsunade's voice, and she barely glanced up at Iruka before the brunette was kneeling in front of his boyfriend. Anko and Genma stood close to them, and Anko approached the teacher.

"What happened?" Anko asked.

"Nothing you need to worry about, Anko." Tsunade dismissed her. The violet-haired girl clenched her fists, swearing almost silently. Iruka was sure Tsunade caught her insult, but the medic nurse ignored it.

"'Kashi, wake up!" Iruka shouted, grabbing Kakashi's shoulders. Tsunade attempted to pry the brunette away from his boyfriend, which could have been well compared to the ease of getting molasses off anything. Iruka had a strong grip.

"'Kashi, are you okay? I knew it, you were so protective, and I just clinged to you, and now you need protecting, 'Kashi, I'm so sorry, I was such a bad lover--" Iruka stammered desperately, pressing his tanned fingers to Kakashi's pale face.

He realized everyone in his class was staring at the small cluster of teachers and the two students. He heard someone mutter the word 'fag' and whipped around to locate the voice, but the speaker had shrunk back into the group. Iruka blushed visibly and looked at the snow-blanketed ground. Tsunade growled slightly and glared at Iruka before standing up. Jiraiya was standing beside them, and looked noticeably surprised at Iruka's actions. He made eye contact with Tsunade, then pretended to be talking on his portable cellphone.

"He's fine, kids. Go follow your instructor." She lowered her voice. "Iruka, stay here." The group of high schoolers dispersed slowly after the cross country ski guide, talking loudly. Iruka noticed his name and Kakashi's mixed in their conversation, and he realized they now knew everything. Mizuki was trailing behind the group, occasionally glancing over his shoulder guiltily. Tsunade knelt back beside Iruka. He had taken off his thick, water-proof rain jacket and had laid it over Kakashi.

"Don't worry. He just fell on those skis and hit his head on a tree. They're sending a helicopter." Iruka bit his lip and took Kakashi's hand in his. He could see the large oak tree in the background, and the slope where he must have slipped was there. Kakashi was lying on the ground, the snow creeping inside his clothing. His dark grey bangs hid the familiar mismatched eyes, and his ankle, Iruka noticed, was bent unnaturally. Kakashi's skin was white as a sheet, naturally pale, so that his skin nearly blended into the snow. The ice made the younger boy's normally warm, tanned skin turn red and numb. Iruka unconsciously shivered and gritted his teeth against the cold. He was only wearing a thin grey t-shirt, waterproof ski pants and a pair of sneakers. Everywhere the biting air hit his skin turned cold.

"Is there anything else wrong?" He asked, a glint of desperation entering his eyes. Tsunade nodded, then shook her head. She busied herself checking Kakashi's heartbeat at his throat and wrists.

"Hmm. I can't find his pulse." She commented.

"WHAT!" Iruka exclaimed, grabbing Kakashi's hand. He self-consciously entwined the limp, pale fingers in his own and pressed Kakashi's wrist to his face, inhaling deeply. He could barely feel the gentle heartbeat against his skin. Iruka smiled slightly, holding on to the life in Kakashi. His skin was naturally pale and translucent, and Iruka could see the veins running up his forearm to his elbow.

"It's there. Just very faint." Iruka smiled. "He's just got low blood pressure, I guess." He remembered Kakashi's injuries. "What's wrong with him?"

"Just a broken ankle, probably a concussion. He'll be fine, Iruka, now stop overreacting." She commanded.

"...I'm not overreacting." Iruka lied.

"Yes, you are." Tsunade muttered, "Confessing your innermost feelings about him to the entire class would be considered overreacting."

"I guess, yeah." He said.

"Hmm. Jiraiya, can you catch up with the group? See how they're doing." Tsunade suggested. Iruka caught her gaze and silently thanked her. She nodded slightly in return.

"Me and 'Kashi...it's not a secret anymore."

"'It' most certainly isn't." Tsunade confirmed his fears, then placed a worn hand on the boy's shoulder. "You really do love him, don't you." It was a statement and not a question. Still, Iruka nodded.

"More than anything."