Notes: Errr, I forgot to put in the pairings, but it's KakaSasu, light shounen ai. This part is a bit longer than the first.
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Disclaimer: Still don't own 'em. They belong to their creator. I'm just borrowing. I promise to return them.

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Chapter 2

Kakashi didn't really live in the Leaf Village proper. Instead, he lived a little outside of it. His house sat on the far side of a hill, hidden from the rest of the world. Only a few people realized that this was Kakashi's place of residence.

Jaraiya was one of those people.

Most others just thought that he lived wherever it suited him at the time. Whether it was in the Hokage's Palace (Many thought he was having an affair with the current Hokage), or a back street alley. Some just didn't care or even know who he was. Kakashi was a mysterious phenomenon that could take care of himself.

Kakashi's house was where the Pervert Sennin left Sasuke. Thankfully, Kakashi hadn't been in at the time, and it was the place Sasuke found himself when he woke up.

The only reason he woke up, Sasuke realized, was because of the pounding headache of which he seemed to be the unfortunate recipient.

After he decided that he could move, he took note of his surroundings. He was in a nice, big, comfortable bed. Queen size, if he wasn't mistaken. There were books stacked at the head of the bed along with a window and some pictures.

Taking a look at the pictures, he recognized himself, along with Naruto, Sakura, and Kakashi-sensei. In the other picture, there was a man and three kids about his age. One of them closely resembled Kakashi.

Now, Sasuke had a theory about where he was, and when caught sight of the 'Icha, Icha Paradise' books, it cinched it. He was in Kakashi's bedroom.

Why, and how he got here were a little harder, but he had theories for that, too.

Headache forgotten, Sasuke was overcome with curiosity. What was in those books? Kakashi seemed to be an avid reader of them. Maybe there would be some secret Ninjutsu in them, or something of that nature.

The clearing of a throat stopped him from picking up one of the books. Sasuke looked towards the door, where Kakashi stood, looking the same as always.

"You're a bit too young to be reading those."

Sasuke frowned, "Why? What's in them?"

Kakashi's visible eye widened at Sasuke's innocent question. "If you have to ask, then you're too young to know."

The dark-eyed boy scowled. There it was again, that word 'young'. He was fifteen for Kami-sama's sake! He had trained with Orochimaru and lived! When, exactly, would he be able to not be 'too young'?

Although the boy didn't like the answer, he decided to drop it. Besides, he had more important questions, like, why was he naked?

Kakashi must have noticed his embarrassment because he chuckled. When Sasuke glared at him, he held up a hand as if to ward it off.

"I wasn't the one who undressed you. Jaraiya must've." Kakashi headed out the door. "You hungry?" When no answer seemed forthcoming, he turned around and repeated his question.

Sasuke looked up at Kakashi. "I suppose but, um, do you have any clothes I could borrow?"

Kakashi grinned beneath his mask. The kid was, he decided, too cute for his own good. "Sure, I might have something that won't fall off you," he said, eyeing Sasuke's skinny frame.

Blushing, noted Sasuke wryly, seemed to be about the only thing he could do around the man. Kakashi, for his part, didn't mind. It made the dark-haired boy even cuter. He went to his closet to find some clothes for his favorite student.

After a few minutes, he found something that was suitable. The white shirt and grey shorts had been his when he was fourteen. They might still be a bit big on Sasuke though. He tossed the clothes on the bed, along with a comment. "I hope you don't mind going commando. I don't think I have any boxers in your size."

'Well, that answers that question,' Sasuke thought as he blushed.

Kakashi grinned as his comment brought the desired effect. "I'm going to go make dinner. You're welcome to use the bathroom and any of its facilities. I'll save some dinner for if you don't make it out by the time it's done."

That was, Sasuke thought, a polite way to say 'You stink, take a shower'. He decided to take Kakashi up on his offer, and, after locating the bathroom along with some soap and shampoo, he showered. Twenty minutes later he was clean, fairly dry, and dressed. Next, he followed his nose, and stomach, to the kitchen.

Sasuke found Kakashi setting the table in the kitchen.

"Hey," he called softly, to let Kakashi know he was there. Of course, the boy reminded himself, Kakashi-sensei was a Jounin, so he probably already knew.

"Hey, you're in time. Dinner is in about ten minutes. Have a seat." Kakashi motioned to the chair nearest to Sasuke, who quietly took it. "I hope you don't mind miso and fish. I know you like riceballs, but I can never get the rice to stick."

"That's okay, I don't mind." Sasuke stared at his chopsticks, still connected(1).

"Good," Kakashi smile at him. "It's done."

Sasuke waited patiently after he was served for Kakashi to sit down.

"Not hungry anymore? Or are you afraid that it's poisoned? I promise you it's edible." Kakashi took a bite as if to prove his point.

Sasuke remained silent, still staring at his chopsticks.

Kakashi stopped eating, realizing that Sasuke hadn't even looked up when he pulled his mask off, and he knew that was a big thing to his students. "Is something wrong?"

Sasuke frowned. "My hands."

"Your hands?" Kakashi asked, puzzled.

Sasuke nodded, "Yeah." He held up his hands. Kakashi hissed in sympathy when he saw the raw wounds.

"Shit, I can't believe I forgot. You should have reminded me earlier. C'mon, let's get your hands bandaged."

Sasuke stood and followed his sensei back to the bathroom. Kakashi made him sit on the edge of the tub while he got out the necessary materials from the cabinet over the sink. Kakashi worked in silence for a few minutes before asking the question that was bothering him. "So, how did this happen?"

"Hmm?"

"How did you hurt your hands?"

Sasuke looked at his hands, now almost done being bandaged. "Training."

Kakashi scowled. "Training? And what training did you go through that striped the skin off your hands?"

The boy's face darkened. "Orochimaru's."

"Okay," Kakashi said agreeably. "But, you haven't seen Orochimaru for a year, so, why now?"

"It was my fault. I was training with the Pervert Sennin, and, well, I was fighting as hard as I could. I know I should have asked to stop, but I didn't." Sasuke tipped his head down, hiding his face behind his hair, which had gotten long after not being cut for over a year.

Kakashi frowned, more because of Sasuke's meekness than any real anger. "You should take better care of yourself. You're a sensitive skin type(2). Believe me, if you lose that, you'll lose one of your greatest advantages over most opponents."

Sasuke continued to look at his knees. "I know. I'll try to take better care in the future."

"Good." Kakashi got up and put the extra First Aid materials away. "I don't think any permanent damage was done, but you shouldn't use your hands for awhile."

"So...how am I going to eat?"

Kakashi grinned, "I'll feed you."

To be continued...

(1) In Japan, chopsticks are sometimes connected by the top half, and I think it's good luck to be able to break them in half evenly. I figured since Sasuke was a guest he'd get ones like that. It's harder to break those things then it sounds. (Okay, maybe that's just me.)

(2) A the time of the first writing the Sensitive Skin thing was just introduced in a vague way. I think more has been said more recently about chakra variances that explain, but don't hold me to this. I just made something up, at that time, for this story.

And yeah, when I first wrote this, I didn't know where Kakashi's house was, but I'm not going to change it now. –goes back into her tree-