Chapter 10
Disclaimer: I don't really feel like saying it right now. Get back to me in a few hundred years. *grin* Thought Shashin and Firumu are MINE!!! BWAHAHAHAHHA!!!!!
Warning: Lingerie, remembrances, and phobias! The fluffiness refuses to leave ^^;
Rating: Still P.Gish.
Pairing: Mainly KakaIru; hints of SasuNaru
Feedback: Any will be adored, printed out and drooled over. Flames will be used to fan the fires of my imagination to write more fics. What?! O_o I believe in using a person's weapon against them. *eg*
Author's Notes: *waves* Hi everyone! I'm apologizing ahead for such a short chapter! But I figured that everyone would rather have a short chapter now, rather than waiting a few more days just for a couple of pages….at least I hope that what everyone wants. ^^;;;
My everlasting thanks to everyone who reviews. I always, always appreciate it!
I also want to welcome newcomers to this fic. *beams* I'm so happy to have more victims to my madness… err.. I mean readers….yeah…
Whee! I also have a recommendation to anyone that loves KakaIru and SasuNaru. Morien Alexander's 'Sometimes', is truly a wonderfully funny fic. Just remembering the newest chapter [3] is enough to get me rolling on the floor with laughter! *giggles*
Also, THE SICKNESS from HELL is gone! Just the occasional rare cough. I definitely think it was all the well wishes that did the trick! Thank you all! Since I'm better it shouldn't take me forever to post the next chapter. *crosses fingers* I hope!
*random dropping anvil hit's the authoress* @.@
*Sasuke-plushie roll his eyes* I recommend reading this chapter before she wakes up to babble some more.
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Sakura glowed with happiness as she stepped into the most perfect shop she could think of to buy some of the stuff they would need.
A muted Naruto and Sasuke followed reluctantly, and stopped at the very entrance of the shop. They didn't see why they had to go into a lingerie shop. How could a store that sold women's undergarments possibly be any help in getting Iruka his birthday present?
"Come on guys!" Sakura called to the boys.
Naruto and Sasuke exchanged wary looks and entered.
Sasuke firmly kept his eyes on Naruto's back. That way he didn't have to see any of the garments hanging on their racks or especially on the demonstration dummies. There was just too much lace and pink for any man to take!
It didn't take Naruto very long to get over his aversion to the place. Some of the stuff looked pretty cool. The blond stared, fascinated, and taking mental notes on how some of the stuff was put together. It may come in useful for his Sexy no Jutsu. He was suddenly struck with an evil thought.
"If she needs anyone to model anything," Naruto whispered to his rival. "Then you're doing it!"
Sasuke choked. But before he could yell his outrage at such a vile suggestion Naruto grinned, "Don't forget, I won our bet."
Now, Sasuke looked murderous. It was true, even though Kakashi had interfered, Naruto had won. But to try on lingerie? He would have revenge on Naruto, without a doubt.
He gritted his teeth as he nodded his reluctant agreement. "Then the bet starts now," growled Sasuke. "It ends in forty-eight hours, no matter what!"
"Ok," agreed Naruto, a wide cheerful grin on his face. Oh, the things he could come up with to do to that cold bastard, he thought. The next forty-eight hours were going to be fun!
Sasuke shuddered.
"What are you guys doing?" Sakura asked, as she looked back to them. "Follow me!"
Naruto eagerly headed for the pink haired girl with Sasuke slowly trailing him. They wove past many different styles of garments. Sasuke returned to keeping his dark eyes clamped on Naruto's distinctly orange jacket. If he was going to end up trying any of this stuff, then he rather not know forehand how bad it could get.
"We're here!"
"This is it?" Naruto voice was full of disbelief.
Curiously, Sasuke peeked over the blond boy's shoulder. An involuntary sigh of relief escaped him.
Sakura was beaming a display of products that were not lingerie. Instead it was full of various candles, of different colors and scents. There were also packages of potpourri, as well as lotions, bath oils and soaps.
Naruto looked very disappointed. "This is what we came in here for? Why not some of that stuff." The boy waved to the lingerie.
"Yeah , this is it." Sakura gave him a baffled look, "Why would Iruka need any of that?"
Naruto's blue eyes clouded, a look of disturbed disgust on his face. He had forgotten that they weren't in here to torment Sasuke.
Sasuke rolled his eyes at both of them.
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Iruka moaned into his hands as he walked on the streets of the Hidden Leaf Village. "I can't believe we were kicked out of that restaurant," he said for the fifth time. His embarrassment was monumental. He severely hoped that Naruto didn't get wind of this. Or worse, any of his other students!
Kakashi cast his an amused look as he walked beside the school teacher. "You act like you've never been kicked out of a place before."
Iruka finally looked at the jounin, a small smile on his lips. "Well, the last time that has ever happened to me, I was just a kid."
"Really?" Kakashi's eye widened a bit. "I can't really see you getting into trouble, even as a kid."
"Oh yeah," Iruka blushed, "I was a real trouble maker. Nowhere near as bad as Naruto but still up there."
The jounin's eye grew wider, "Now, that I can't believe!"
"Believe it," laughed Iruka. "And here I thought that my trouble-making days were long behind me." His voice grew teasing, "It must be the company I'm keeping."
"Hey!" Kakashi protested. A huge smile was hidden under his mask but his curved eye gave away his expression.
Now, that he was getting over being embarrassed by the whole situation, Iruka had to admit that he had lots of fun getting into trouble like he had. The food battle he'd had with Kakashi had been invigorating.
Even though he'd lost at least he hadn't just given in even though he had faced a superior fighter. And if that unfortunate bit with the chakra enhanced chopsticks hadn't occurred then there had been a good chance of getting his fish cake back. His only real regret was missing his chance to see Kakashi's face when the older man had to lower his mask to eat it.
He knew the silver haired man wasn't ready to reveal himself to him yet. And even though he had resigned himself to waiting for the jounin to chose when to show himself, most of him was still wishing he could 'know' what Kakashi looked like under that mask. Every time Iruka realized that he had missed an opportunity to find out, well it just drove him a little nuts.
"I'm sorry you got banned from the restaurant," apologized Iruka. "You did say that you enjoyed eating there and it's partly my fault that you can't go back."
Kakashi grinned and slung an arm over Iruka's shoulder. "Don't worry about it! The food at Ichiraku Ramen tastes a whole lot better. And it doesn't have that mean maitre d!"
Iruka smiled back and suppressed his urge to snuggle into the jounin. His eyes flicked down to the ground so that the other man wouldn't see the desire lurking in his eyes. He'd never really been able to prevent really strong emotions from showing on his face.
"Hey, want to come with me to pick up something?" Kakashi asked suddenly.
Curiously, Iruka glanced at the silver haired man, "To pick up what?"
"By now," smiled the jounin, mischievously, "The film canisters I dropped off should be developed. I figured you would want to see them and pick the ones you want to make into copies."
"Oh!" Iruka said in realization. "You got them developed already?! Yes, I want to see how they came out." The chunin grinned with relief and enthusiasm at getting to spend even more time with Kakashi.
"Good! I can't wait to see how great my blackmail material will turn out to be!" Kakashi said, as he rubbed his gloved hands together in sheer enthusiasm.
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"Father, please, think of what you're doing!" Firumu begged as he followed behind his father. "Kakashi is a jounin level ninja. It's not a good idea to fight him!" The young man wished that he had taken greater care in hiding the order form of Kakashi's film canisters from his father's eyes.
"Firumu," growled a slender, though short white haired man. A shock of black centered in the middle of the white hairs. Making an observer wonder if the hair was a true reflection of the man's age. Surely, hair had to dyed to make such an odd pattern. "Don't you think your own father can fight against that lack-a-bout Kakashi!" Shashin turned back to dig in some of his cabinets, looking for something specific that he thought would 'finally' bring that brat down!
"But father!" Firumu protested. "Remember what happened last time. The whole shop was destroyed! And the neighboring buildings sustained heavy damage. They even threatened to get the Hokage to make us move the store to another location!" The young man shuddered at the vivid memory of that awful morning. His father had taken a rare opportunity to handle the register of the shop when Kakashi had decided to stop by.
Firumu hadn't seen how the fight had started. He had been in the back handling the development of customers film when he heard noises coming from the front. He had been quickly clued in on to what was going on by his father's deep screams of rage, and cursing of Kakashi's name.
The young man had promptly hidden himself in a nearby supply closet, hoping that by doing so he could avoid getting sucked into the fight against the jounin. He wasn't planning on risking his life at such a tender age.
Unfortunately, he hadn't foreseen the force that the two combatants would exert during their fight.
The entire store, from front to back ended up reduced to kindling. And Firumu? No one had realized for an entire day that he was missing.
His older brothers had ended up digging him out of the rubble when the family had finally realized that he had still been in the shop when it had come down. Pale, and traumatized though not too physically hurt, it had taken him a couple of weeks to recover from the emotional wounds.
Though, he still screamed like a little girl at the sight of open closets.
"Don't worry," Shashin said grimly, "I know better now. There is no point in using a bazooka against a jounin ninja. It's simply too slow to be of any use."
"I still want to know how you managed to get you're hands on one of those," muttered Firumu. He added, "And I thought you only wanted to knock him out so you could see how'd he look like under his mask!"
"You're way too young to know about that sort of thing," scolded his father. Shashin let loose a triumphant sound as he found was he was looking for. He had ordered this a while ago and had been waiting for the chance to use it. "Anyway, I figured it would take something like a bazooka to knock out a hard-head baka like Kakashi."
Firumu gave the innocuous tube a doubtful look. Rather nervously he asked, "That doesn't explode, does it?"
"Oh course not! Don't be an idiot. You know our insurance rate is too high as it is without making it worse by deliberately blowing the shop up. Again." Shashin returned to looking in the cabinets for a flat dark wooden box that had arrived with his weapon.
Firumu gave his father a doubting look. Why hadn't he thought of that before he got something as deadly as a bazooka, he mentally grumbled. He could have avoided gaining his bout of claustrophobia entirely. He was just glad that it only reacted to supply closets.
Finally, giving up on being able to dissuade his father from causing mayhem, Firumu plotted the fastest escape route out of the store. He wasn't planning on sticking around to get trapped under rubble again!
His attention was caught by the satisfied smile on his father's face. Firumu peered curiously at the wooden box and wondered what it could possibly contain that would bring down a jounin class ninja.
Shashin opened the box and grinned at the gleaming metal darts filled with shimmering green liquid.
Now, all he had to do was lay in wait for Kakashi, he thought gleefully.
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TBC
JD here! [a/n]: Bwahahahaha! Naruto squicked himself out! *falls over giggling* Not that 'I' wouldn't mind that they get Iruka some lingerie. I bet Kakashi is bound to appreciate it!
*huggles Iruka-plushie* Oooh, you were a trouble maker, huh? Wanna see!
*stares at Shashin* Hey, what are you planning? You better not hurt Kakashi….really…. I don't think you want to make Iruka mad….…. O_o I think I'm afraid!
Err.. I don't think that there are any sort of guns, or such weapons in the Naruto universe since I tried to search for any reference. So I guess that this makes this universe AU. *snickers* Yeah, like everything else fits like a glove.
Also, to all the SasuNaru fans who took the plunge and gave my fic a chance even though it does say that there will barely be any, the next chapter will be all Sasuke and Naruto interaction with more SasuNaru then I previously planned on writing. *beams at readers*
Review, please…..please…please…..*will to be dignified breaks and begs* PLEASE!!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't really feel like saying it right now. Get back to me in a few hundred years. *grin* Thought Shashin and Firumu are MINE!!! BWAHAHAHAHHA!!!!!
Warning: Lingerie, remembrances, and phobias! The fluffiness refuses to leave ^^;
Rating: Still P.Gish.
Pairing: Mainly KakaIru; hints of SasuNaru
Feedback: Any will be adored, printed out and drooled over. Flames will be used to fan the fires of my imagination to write more fics. What?! O_o I believe in using a person's weapon against them. *eg*
Author's Notes: *waves* Hi everyone! I'm apologizing ahead for such a short chapter! But I figured that everyone would rather have a short chapter now, rather than waiting a few more days just for a couple of pages….at least I hope that what everyone wants. ^^;;;
My everlasting thanks to everyone who reviews. I always, always appreciate it!
I also want to welcome newcomers to this fic. *beams* I'm so happy to have more victims to my madness… err.. I mean readers….yeah…
Whee! I also have a recommendation to anyone that loves KakaIru and SasuNaru. Morien Alexander's 'Sometimes', is truly a wonderfully funny fic. Just remembering the newest chapter [3] is enough to get me rolling on the floor with laughter! *giggles*
Also, THE SICKNESS from HELL is gone! Just the occasional rare cough. I definitely think it was all the well wishes that did the trick! Thank you all! Since I'm better it shouldn't take me forever to post the next chapter. *crosses fingers* I hope!
*random dropping anvil hit's the authoress* @.@
*Sasuke-plushie roll his eyes* I recommend reading this chapter before she wakes up to babble some more.
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Sakura glowed with happiness as she stepped into the most perfect shop she could think of to buy some of the stuff they would need.
A muted Naruto and Sasuke followed reluctantly, and stopped at the very entrance of the shop. They didn't see why they had to go into a lingerie shop. How could a store that sold women's undergarments possibly be any help in getting Iruka his birthday present?
"Come on guys!" Sakura called to the boys.
Naruto and Sasuke exchanged wary looks and entered.
Sasuke firmly kept his eyes on Naruto's back. That way he didn't have to see any of the garments hanging on their racks or especially on the demonstration dummies. There was just too much lace and pink for any man to take!
It didn't take Naruto very long to get over his aversion to the place. Some of the stuff looked pretty cool. The blond stared, fascinated, and taking mental notes on how some of the stuff was put together. It may come in useful for his Sexy no Jutsu. He was suddenly struck with an evil thought.
"If she needs anyone to model anything," Naruto whispered to his rival. "Then you're doing it!"
Sasuke choked. But before he could yell his outrage at such a vile suggestion Naruto grinned, "Don't forget, I won our bet."
Now, Sasuke looked murderous. It was true, even though Kakashi had interfered, Naruto had won. But to try on lingerie? He would have revenge on Naruto, without a doubt.
He gritted his teeth as he nodded his reluctant agreement. "Then the bet starts now," growled Sasuke. "It ends in forty-eight hours, no matter what!"
"Ok," agreed Naruto, a wide cheerful grin on his face. Oh, the things he could come up with to do to that cold bastard, he thought. The next forty-eight hours were going to be fun!
Sasuke shuddered.
"What are you guys doing?" Sakura asked, as she looked back to them. "Follow me!"
Naruto eagerly headed for the pink haired girl with Sasuke slowly trailing him. They wove past many different styles of garments. Sasuke returned to keeping his dark eyes clamped on Naruto's distinctly orange jacket. If he was going to end up trying any of this stuff, then he rather not know forehand how bad it could get.
"We're here!"
"This is it?" Naruto voice was full of disbelief.
Curiously, Sasuke peeked over the blond boy's shoulder. An involuntary sigh of relief escaped him.
Sakura was beaming a display of products that were not lingerie. Instead it was full of various candles, of different colors and scents. There were also packages of potpourri, as well as lotions, bath oils and soaps.
Naruto looked very disappointed. "This is what we came in here for? Why not some of that stuff." The boy waved to the lingerie.
"Yeah , this is it." Sakura gave him a baffled look, "Why would Iruka need any of that?"
Naruto's blue eyes clouded, a look of disturbed disgust on his face. He had forgotten that they weren't in here to torment Sasuke.
Sasuke rolled his eyes at both of them.
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Iruka moaned into his hands as he walked on the streets of the Hidden Leaf Village. "I can't believe we were kicked out of that restaurant," he said for the fifth time. His embarrassment was monumental. He severely hoped that Naruto didn't get wind of this. Or worse, any of his other students!
Kakashi cast his an amused look as he walked beside the school teacher. "You act like you've never been kicked out of a place before."
Iruka finally looked at the jounin, a small smile on his lips. "Well, the last time that has ever happened to me, I was just a kid."
"Really?" Kakashi's eye widened a bit. "I can't really see you getting into trouble, even as a kid."
"Oh yeah," Iruka blushed, "I was a real trouble maker. Nowhere near as bad as Naruto but still up there."
The jounin's eye grew wider, "Now, that I can't believe!"
"Believe it," laughed Iruka. "And here I thought that my trouble-making days were long behind me." His voice grew teasing, "It must be the company I'm keeping."
"Hey!" Kakashi protested. A huge smile was hidden under his mask but his curved eye gave away his expression.
Now, that he was getting over being embarrassed by the whole situation, Iruka had to admit that he had lots of fun getting into trouble like he had. The food battle he'd had with Kakashi had been invigorating.
Even though he'd lost at least he hadn't just given in even though he had faced a superior fighter. And if that unfortunate bit with the chakra enhanced chopsticks hadn't occurred then there had been a good chance of getting his fish cake back. His only real regret was missing his chance to see Kakashi's face when the older man had to lower his mask to eat it.
He knew the silver haired man wasn't ready to reveal himself to him yet. And even though he had resigned himself to waiting for the jounin to chose when to show himself, most of him was still wishing he could 'know' what Kakashi looked like under that mask. Every time Iruka realized that he had missed an opportunity to find out, well it just drove him a little nuts.
"I'm sorry you got banned from the restaurant," apologized Iruka. "You did say that you enjoyed eating there and it's partly my fault that you can't go back."
Kakashi grinned and slung an arm over Iruka's shoulder. "Don't worry about it! The food at Ichiraku Ramen tastes a whole lot better. And it doesn't have that mean maitre d!"
Iruka smiled back and suppressed his urge to snuggle into the jounin. His eyes flicked down to the ground so that the other man wouldn't see the desire lurking in his eyes. He'd never really been able to prevent really strong emotions from showing on his face.
"Hey, want to come with me to pick up something?" Kakashi asked suddenly.
Curiously, Iruka glanced at the silver haired man, "To pick up what?"
"By now," smiled the jounin, mischievously, "The film canisters I dropped off should be developed. I figured you would want to see them and pick the ones you want to make into copies."
"Oh!" Iruka said in realization. "You got them developed already?! Yes, I want to see how they came out." The chunin grinned with relief and enthusiasm at getting to spend even more time with Kakashi.
"Good! I can't wait to see how great my blackmail material will turn out to be!" Kakashi said, as he rubbed his gloved hands together in sheer enthusiasm.
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"Father, please, think of what you're doing!" Firumu begged as he followed behind his father. "Kakashi is a jounin level ninja. It's not a good idea to fight him!" The young man wished that he had taken greater care in hiding the order form of Kakashi's film canisters from his father's eyes.
"Firumu," growled a slender, though short white haired man. A shock of black centered in the middle of the white hairs. Making an observer wonder if the hair was a true reflection of the man's age. Surely, hair had to dyed to make such an odd pattern. "Don't you think your own father can fight against that lack-a-bout Kakashi!" Shashin turned back to dig in some of his cabinets, looking for something specific that he thought would 'finally' bring that brat down!
"But father!" Firumu protested. "Remember what happened last time. The whole shop was destroyed! And the neighboring buildings sustained heavy damage. They even threatened to get the Hokage to make us move the store to another location!" The young man shuddered at the vivid memory of that awful morning. His father had taken a rare opportunity to handle the register of the shop when Kakashi had decided to stop by.
Firumu hadn't seen how the fight had started. He had been in the back handling the development of customers film when he heard noises coming from the front. He had been quickly clued in on to what was going on by his father's deep screams of rage, and cursing of Kakashi's name.
The young man had promptly hidden himself in a nearby supply closet, hoping that by doing so he could avoid getting sucked into the fight against the jounin. He wasn't planning on risking his life at such a tender age.
Unfortunately, he hadn't foreseen the force that the two combatants would exert during their fight.
The entire store, from front to back ended up reduced to kindling. And Firumu? No one had realized for an entire day that he was missing.
His older brothers had ended up digging him out of the rubble when the family had finally realized that he had still been in the shop when it had come down. Pale, and traumatized though not too physically hurt, it had taken him a couple of weeks to recover from the emotional wounds.
Though, he still screamed like a little girl at the sight of open closets.
"Don't worry," Shashin said grimly, "I know better now. There is no point in using a bazooka against a jounin ninja. It's simply too slow to be of any use."
"I still want to know how you managed to get you're hands on one of those," muttered Firumu. He added, "And I thought you only wanted to knock him out so you could see how'd he look like under his mask!"
"You're way too young to know about that sort of thing," scolded his father. Shashin let loose a triumphant sound as he found was he was looking for. He had ordered this a while ago and had been waiting for the chance to use it. "Anyway, I figured it would take something like a bazooka to knock out a hard-head baka like Kakashi."
Firumu gave the innocuous tube a doubtful look. Rather nervously he asked, "That doesn't explode, does it?"
"Oh course not! Don't be an idiot. You know our insurance rate is too high as it is without making it worse by deliberately blowing the shop up. Again." Shashin returned to looking in the cabinets for a flat dark wooden box that had arrived with his weapon.
Firumu gave his father a doubting look. Why hadn't he thought of that before he got something as deadly as a bazooka, he mentally grumbled. He could have avoided gaining his bout of claustrophobia entirely. He was just glad that it only reacted to supply closets.
Finally, giving up on being able to dissuade his father from causing mayhem, Firumu plotted the fastest escape route out of the store. He wasn't planning on sticking around to get trapped under rubble again!
His attention was caught by the satisfied smile on his father's face. Firumu peered curiously at the wooden box and wondered what it could possibly contain that would bring down a jounin class ninja.
Shashin opened the box and grinned at the gleaming metal darts filled with shimmering green liquid.
Now, all he had to do was lay in wait for Kakashi, he thought gleefully.
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TBC
JD here! [a/n]: Bwahahahaha! Naruto squicked himself out! *falls over giggling* Not that 'I' wouldn't mind that they get Iruka some lingerie. I bet Kakashi is bound to appreciate it!
*huggles Iruka-plushie* Oooh, you were a trouble maker, huh? Wanna see!
*stares at Shashin* Hey, what are you planning? You better not hurt Kakashi….really…. I don't think you want to make Iruka mad….…. O_o I think I'm afraid!
Err.. I don't think that there are any sort of guns, or such weapons in the Naruto universe since I tried to search for any reference. So I guess that this makes this universe AU. *snickers* Yeah, like everything else fits like a glove.
Also, to all the SasuNaru fans who took the plunge and gave my fic a chance even though it does say that there will barely be any, the next chapter will be all Sasuke and Naruto interaction with more SasuNaru then I previously planned on writing. *beams at readers*
Review, please…..please…please…..*will to be dignified breaks and begs* PLEASE!!!!!