Destiny
Discretion
Kori Ryuen
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Disclaimer: Don't own anything, but I want bishonen, lots of them, so donate to the 'Get Kori a Bishonen Fund', information at the bottom.
Notes: I wanted to write something for my favorite teachers, just cause they're so damn cute.
Music: jewel-break me
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Silver haired, black eyed; pail skinned...perpetual pervert.
They thought that of Hatake Kakashi, one of the best jounin to ever use a Kunai, but quite the bumbling perverted idiot if left to his own devices too often. He was constantly late; forgot non-mission oriented things if he didn't write them down, just an all around goofy fellow.
They thought he was without flaw in battle. No one could ever really hurt the great /Kakashi/, he was above
all others.
They thought that things didn't effect him like it did other people, that he was a pane of glass the let the words slip off, the hurt fall away.
They thought very, very wrong.
The digital clock on the night stand read in little red numbers '3:20 am', and Iruka lay in his bed, Kakashi next to him, the higher ranking ninja using the broad tanned chest of the lower ranking ninja as a pillow while he slept.
Kakashi didn't sleep well usually, a very light sleeper as a matter of profession. Recently it had gotten so bad that he would only be able to sleep if Iruka was there, and then the silver haired man was out like a light for the whole night, snuggling and murmuring quietly in his sleep.
Kakashi never said anything about it, but Iruka knew that recent events had shaken the little stability that the jounin had had, and until things settled down he'd have a constant bed companion.
Not that he was complaining.
They thought that Iruka was a good teacher, if not the best at the academy for taming the wild child Naruto all those years ago, that he was the ultimate disciplinary enforcer.
They thought he was cheery, a very kind man with an iron will only matched his compassion. He could teach any child any of the basic techniques given the chance, that he could have gone on to be a Jounin if he had felt like it, and from there who knows?
They thought that nothing ever made his smile falter, that his world was all that he needed, and all that he could ever have wanted.
They were wrong.
Iruka was a mask most of the time, smiling to set others at ease. True, he was kind hearted, but it was more a sad kind of kindness done out of a longing for what had been taken from him than any fundamental kindness, he didn't want others to feel the hardships he himself had faced, he wanted others to know the love that for only a brief time he himself had known.
Which was why he lay in the placid moonlight of the window, his lover curled up asleep at his side, carefully running his fingers through the straw like hair of the 'scarecrow'. He'd slept a little earlier, but Kakashi had twisted a little in his sleep and Iruka had woken up, and now he lay quietly, listening to the soft intake and exhales of air that the other made every few seconds.
Iruka loved the night, when you're eyes weren't hurt be the light and everything was a little crisper, and just... without the stimuli that deterred your attention from what was important.
Shifting his head a little, he looked out the small window and smiled faintly at the view of the Hokage monument.
Naruto had painted it bright colors before he'd graduated, Iruka remembered that. Naruto said that he wanted to be up there one day, be a great Hokage just like all of those guys, and yet he was /desecrating/ it for his own amusement, Iruka smiled good naturadly at that.
Naruto was a puzzle, one he both wanted to solve and didn't.
But then his expression grew more sober. Naruto was back, that seven years of absence had effected them all, but none more than Naruto himself. The blonde had stayed with him for a week, and then it was to Sasuke's house, and there Naruto was, probably asleep much like Kakashi was, Sasuke acting as Iruka himself was, and his little Grandson asleep in his room just down the hall.
Sasuke...yes, Iruka had known about the two boys becoming lovers, though he did tell Naruto to use the utmost caution, as Sasuke had been liable to go back to obsessing over his brother and completely forget about Naruto, best to be ready for the end, should it rear it's ugly head.
How surprising it was that Naruto left first. Run away, disappeared, but he was gone, as where many of his things. Just up and /gone/.
A shifting, Kakashi rubbing his bare cheek against Iruka's chest like a cat before tightening his arm around Iruka's waist and stilling. Seeming to tell Iruka that he should drop that train of thought, and Iruka smiled, instead focusing on getting back to sleep.
Iruka smiled a little smaller, before sighing and closing his eyes, drifting off to sleep...
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Uchiha House, Same Time.
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Naruto lay on his side; Sasuke spooned behind him, the dark haired older mans hand resting on the scar across his stomach. Naruto smiled a little, Sasuke was humming slightly, something old and beautiful, and every few moments gently tickling Naruto's hip, just above the pajama pant line.
Curled up in the large, comfortable bed, the two had spent the last week getting reacquainted; finding that even though much had changed...they were still fundamentally the same people that they were seven years ago. The drab light from the single candle warbled across the paper walls, and Naruto smiled a little, bringing a hand to twine with Sasuke's across the scar on his abdomen.
Sasuke had spent an unnatural amount of attention on the scar, running fingers across it and looking at it as a boy would a new and exciting creature, and Naruto could only smile knowingly. Sasuke always appeared hard and aloft, but inside still stood the ever-curious little boy, astonished at everything, wishing to understand all that alluded him.
"Did it hurt?" the Uchiha murmured against his shoulder, running a finger over the bad scarring.
Naruto smiled, "More than anything I've ever experienced…but it was worth it, I had a little piece of both you and me to smile at me everyday."
He felt those thin lips smile against his shoulder.
That night, once more two hearts beat as one as two bodies joined, panting and huffing, sweat covered limbs tangling, small cries in the dark muffled lest the small boy only meters away awaken to find them in this precarious position.
Movements from slow to primal fast…and at the pinnacle both muffled their cries in a bruising kiss, before both bodies sank as strung muscles finally relieved their taught position and the night was filled with only that of gasps for air as they settled facing each other in the bed.
Glazed blue eyes blinked to look into those of sharp black, and two loving smiles filled the room, before Sasuke pulled his smaller and thinner lover into his arms, kissing him while pulling the white comforter over them.
"I love you, Sasuke." Came the almost hesitant murmur of the tanned young man in his arms.
Sasuke smiled, pulling him closer, "Ah, and I love you, Naruto." His face grew more somber for a second, "And I'll never let anything stop me from that, you are my world."
Naruto wrapped his arms around Sasuke's waist, burrowing his nose into the thick hair that hung over his lover neck, "And you and Iruka are mine."
With that, the two lovers fell into a contented sleep, like so may others in the village.
Clear eyes watched, and crinkled with an evil kind of triumph as the magic of the nine-tails was once again tapped without it's masters knowing, the wheels so long ago set into motion finally reaching the right speed for this creatures plan.
"Soon," The raspy voice said to itself, "soon…young Uzumaki…you will be of…use to me…again."
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Scary…~.~;
Kori has decided that Derrick is being a brat and is dumping him. Now Kori is free for dating and wanting to get ice cream…yeah.
Discretion
Kori Ryuen
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Disclaimer: Don't own anything, but I want bishonen, lots of them, so donate to the 'Get Kori a Bishonen Fund', information at the bottom.
Notes: I wanted to write something for my favorite teachers, just cause they're so damn cute.
Music: jewel-break me
* * * * * * *
Silver haired, black eyed; pail skinned...perpetual pervert.
They thought that of Hatake Kakashi, one of the best jounin to ever use a Kunai, but quite the bumbling perverted idiot if left to his own devices too often. He was constantly late; forgot non-mission oriented things if he didn't write them down, just an all around goofy fellow.
They thought he was without flaw in battle. No one could ever really hurt the great /Kakashi/, he was above
all others.
They thought that things didn't effect him like it did other people, that he was a pane of glass the let the words slip off, the hurt fall away.
They thought very, very wrong.
The digital clock on the night stand read in little red numbers '3:20 am', and Iruka lay in his bed, Kakashi next to him, the higher ranking ninja using the broad tanned chest of the lower ranking ninja as a pillow while he slept.
Kakashi didn't sleep well usually, a very light sleeper as a matter of profession. Recently it had gotten so bad that he would only be able to sleep if Iruka was there, and then the silver haired man was out like a light for the whole night, snuggling and murmuring quietly in his sleep.
Kakashi never said anything about it, but Iruka knew that recent events had shaken the little stability that the jounin had had, and until things settled down he'd have a constant bed companion.
Not that he was complaining.
They thought that Iruka was a good teacher, if not the best at the academy for taming the wild child Naruto all those years ago, that he was the ultimate disciplinary enforcer.
They thought he was cheery, a very kind man with an iron will only matched his compassion. He could teach any child any of the basic techniques given the chance, that he could have gone on to be a Jounin if he had felt like it, and from there who knows?
They thought that nothing ever made his smile falter, that his world was all that he needed, and all that he could ever have wanted.
They were wrong.
Iruka was a mask most of the time, smiling to set others at ease. True, he was kind hearted, but it was more a sad kind of kindness done out of a longing for what had been taken from him than any fundamental kindness, he didn't want others to feel the hardships he himself had faced, he wanted others to know the love that for only a brief time he himself had known.
Which was why he lay in the placid moonlight of the window, his lover curled up asleep at his side, carefully running his fingers through the straw like hair of the 'scarecrow'. He'd slept a little earlier, but Kakashi had twisted a little in his sleep and Iruka had woken up, and now he lay quietly, listening to the soft intake and exhales of air that the other made every few seconds.
Iruka loved the night, when you're eyes weren't hurt be the light and everything was a little crisper, and just... without the stimuli that deterred your attention from what was important.
Shifting his head a little, he looked out the small window and smiled faintly at the view of the Hokage monument.
Naruto had painted it bright colors before he'd graduated, Iruka remembered that. Naruto said that he wanted to be up there one day, be a great Hokage just like all of those guys, and yet he was /desecrating/ it for his own amusement, Iruka smiled good naturadly at that.
Naruto was a puzzle, one he both wanted to solve and didn't.
But then his expression grew more sober. Naruto was back, that seven years of absence had effected them all, but none more than Naruto himself. The blonde had stayed with him for a week, and then it was to Sasuke's house, and there Naruto was, probably asleep much like Kakashi was, Sasuke acting as Iruka himself was, and his little Grandson asleep in his room just down the hall.
Sasuke...yes, Iruka had known about the two boys becoming lovers, though he did tell Naruto to use the utmost caution, as Sasuke had been liable to go back to obsessing over his brother and completely forget about Naruto, best to be ready for the end, should it rear it's ugly head.
How surprising it was that Naruto left first. Run away, disappeared, but he was gone, as where many of his things. Just up and /gone/.
A shifting, Kakashi rubbing his bare cheek against Iruka's chest like a cat before tightening his arm around Iruka's waist and stilling. Seeming to tell Iruka that he should drop that train of thought, and Iruka smiled, instead focusing on getting back to sleep.
Iruka smiled a little smaller, before sighing and closing his eyes, drifting off to sleep...
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Uchiha House, Same Time.
* * * * * *
Naruto lay on his side; Sasuke spooned behind him, the dark haired older mans hand resting on the scar across his stomach. Naruto smiled a little, Sasuke was humming slightly, something old and beautiful, and every few moments gently tickling Naruto's hip, just above the pajama pant line.
Curled up in the large, comfortable bed, the two had spent the last week getting reacquainted; finding that even though much had changed...they were still fundamentally the same people that they were seven years ago. The drab light from the single candle warbled across the paper walls, and Naruto smiled a little, bringing a hand to twine with Sasuke's across the scar on his abdomen.
Sasuke had spent an unnatural amount of attention on the scar, running fingers across it and looking at it as a boy would a new and exciting creature, and Naruto could only smile knowingly. Sasuke always appeared hard and aloft, but inside still stood the ever-curious little boy, astonished at everything, wishing to understand all that alluded him.
"Did it hurt?" the Uchiha murmured against his shoulder, running a finger over the bad scarring.
Naruto smiled, "More than anything I've ever experienced…but it was worth it, I had a little piece of both you and me to smile at me everyday."
He felt those thin lips smile against his shoulder.
That night, once more two hearts beat as one as two bodies joined, panting and huffing, sweat covered limbs tangling, small cries in the dark muffled lest the small boy only meters away awaken to find them in this precarious position.
Movements from slow to primal fast…and at the pinnacle both muffled their cries in a bruising kiss, before both bodies sank as strung muscles finally relieved their taught position and the night was filled with only that of gasps for air as they settled facing each other in the bed.
Glazed blue eyes blinked to look into those of sharp black, and two loving smiles filled the room, before Sasuke pulled his smaller and thinner lover into his arms, kissing him while pulling the white comforter over them.
"I love you, Sasuke." Came the almost hesitant murmur of the tanned young man in his arms.
Sasuke smiled, pulling him closer, "Ah, and I love you, Naruto." His face grew more somber for a second, "And I'll never let anything stop me from that, you are my world."
Naruto wrapped his arms around Sasuke's waist, burrowing his nose into the thick hair that hung over his lover neck, "And you and Iruka are mine."
With that, the two lovers fell into a contented sleep, like so may others in the village.
Clear eyes watched, and crinkled with an evil kind of triumph as the magic of the nine-tails was once again tapped without it's masters knowing, the wheels so long ago set into motion finally reaching the right speed for this creatures plan.
"Soon," The raspy voice said to itself, "soon…young Uzumaki…you will be of…use to me…again."
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Scary…~.~;
Kori has decided that Derrick is being a brat and is dumping him. Now Kori is free for dating and wanting to get ice cream…yeah.