kiwipie
by; Gabriel-Aria
info: AL, soft m/m, Kaka/Iru, more adult random things.
*Thanks to the people who reviewed, you know who you are, (even though it's only two, it makes me happy) for the reviews. I'll try my hardest to write more chapters, for you people who care to read, for you to read.*
****
The sun was rising in the east, but he still sat there.
Silver hair was shining like silver light with gold to clash.
But--
He, was very saddened.
It was a few days ago he and his beloved dolphin had their argument, and every night afterward the scarecrow would make his way to the top of the home and sit.
Just sit, waiting to be let back inside.
But the door never opened to him.
But--he'll let Iruka have his fit.
He did have more patience than him anyways.
Like the morning, the clouds reveled in the colored.
Soaked it up like orange yellow ink.
It was beautiful.
Kakashi always admired beautiful things, Iruka... he did look rather plain.
But where looks everything to him?
Did he really lose his sight to the more perfect being in his arms (once) than become the shallow man he is?
Where did he forget that?
How reflective. He should really think atop rooftops more often.
With a slight poof, he was off the roof and on his way to the school, he might catch a glimpse of the water familiar, his Iruka.
Might...
****
Iruka lay awake on his covers, strewn about him.
He was imagining.
About what? His future... he was old and gray, alone.
The thought made him cringe... he was already twenty-four... and the kids were starting to think of him to be like their dad.
In a way it made him happy... the kids trusting him like that with their problems.
But...
On the other hand, it made him quite... sick? Revolted? Angry... angry at the fact he never wanted a child?
Angry at himself for his lack thereof of wanting someone to worship?
To be his...
To be married in a cozy house in a village that didn't even know him... to do the things he wanted and never wonder why someone would look at him on the street and not ask how he was?
Just...
Just to be alone?
Yeah.
But... see? His thoughts were jumbled again...well, jumbling.
He always kept things organized and orderly, just in case someone needed 'modest, mother-hen Iruka'.
Could he help it he was a bit of a neat freak?
Everything has a place in the world, no need to throw it about like it didn't he always said.
The alarm clock had gone off. But the rings fell on deaf ears.
Too absorbed!
He should think of someone other than himself...
Was thinking about your life a selfish thing?
Is that what was wrong with him?
He gave up his right to love one by loving everyone?
Even when he was a child himself... he wanted someone to love him and when they died (his parents)... he gave it all away to the people...
The ones that cared...
The ones who didn't...
The ones who laughed when he did the things he did for a bit of light to call his own...
And the ones who talked to him outside the shadows of the stage, to help him back on his feet.
He loved them all...
And no one...even knew.
Hence his life in current state!
That's it!
He rose from the bed, upon his knees to make it up, stacking his books and whatnots into respective places.
He looked at the stack of books.
His friends in a sense.
He blinked. Again.
Out of rage he lashed out scattering the bounded writings about the floor.
After walking to the bathroom (and coming out), all clean and neatly fixed up for the day, he picked up a book.
The cover was red.
Wait...
He never owned a red bound book before.
He opened it and his eyebrows rose in realization.
It...
Was a photo album.
It had everyone, Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura...Hokage, and lots of him and Kakashi, together, apart..it didn't matter what order really.
Some of them were even upside down.
He took out one (an upside down one) and fliped it right-side up, it didn't look the same...
Kakashi had just poked his head out from under some branches of that tree. The one in the center of the park.
That old tree could hold him, That's why he wasn't worried when he was hugged from behind by the tree branches.
Kakashi...
He placed it back into it's spot and placed it on his bedside table, and turning about, walked out of the room turning off the lights.
The books still lay were he'd thrown them.
Much like his mind lately...
****
The school was bustling with happy chatter and noises as the shinobi students made their ways from friends to learn how serve, and protect.
It made Kakashi snort at the thought, but he said nothing, years of 'seen but not heard' by parents and superiors drilled into his brain that policy.
It wasn't that bad really.
After all, no one could read his mind.
...
Was it really?
A curse? No one knew of his ill-tempered love, who sought nothing more than his own meaning of being. He himself never truly questioned 'why'...more like 'when', thinking ahead of his years to protect comrades on missions.
He was good to think that way, and he despised himself.
He couldn't even remember a time he hadn't given someone so much!
His love.
That was a biggie in the book a gifts.
Maybe he was over compensating...
A spotting of untied hair came into view, well it was the back...
He knew.
"Iruka!" He called out to the man, he did stop.
"...Kakashi-sensei...how may I help you? Mind you I've got a class. Don't...you?" Iruka's voice was business like. Kakashi flinched.
"..I--I wanted to...say...I'm sorry."
Iruka turned his head a bit, body following, he was at a three-angle.
The lights from the dusty windows made him sparkle, and Kakashi caught his breath at the sight.
'Beautiful...' he thought to himself.
"...Your...your sorry? Kakashi?" Iruka's voice was full with a odd sort of hope.
"Yeah...I am." Kakashi stepped forward, hands in pockets.
"...I'm..sorry too, Kakai." Kakashi smiled, he still loved him. Even after poking and calling him those names.
Iruka stepped forward, his arms full of books. Kakashi always wondered why he had so many, the first was one of poetry, the next two were workbooks, and the last was a field guide.
Why did he need that?
Kakashi was brought out of his daze when the younger man stepped tip-toe to place a kiss on the fabric of his lips. He had them memorized.
"...Iruka..will you..." Kakashi had his hands on Iruka's shoulders, Iruka's face was nuzzled into the tight plastic gear Kakashi wore, the heat from his strong body seeping through.
Kakashi was so warm...
'He's alive...' Iruka murmured to no one in particular.
"..I have to go, Kakai--my class...!" Iruka had dared to look at the clock, he was already seven minutes late. Kakashi took a glance himself.
Did time really fly by that fast? Kakashi shrugged, placing his hands back into his pocket.
Iruka smiled, and turned about, his back to Kakashi once again.
He was walking away, albeit too swiftly, but enough for Kakashi to stride over to him.
"Iruki! Wait..." He held out his hands.
"..What Kaka--I really really have to get to class! The kids will wonder--"
"..Let'em. This is important."
Iruka sighed, one hand going to his temple, the books were held up against his chest to keep them from spilling out onto the floor.
"..Okay. Fine. What is it?"
Kakashi blanched, then leaned down to whisper in Iurka's ear.
"...Care to let me back in...Iruki?"
Iruka smiled, a slight tinge on cheeks, and Kakashi disappeared in a wisp of smoke.
Their thoughts were on each other until the sun died down that day.
***
TBC...
by; Gabriel-Aria
info: AL, soft m/m, Kaka/Iru, more adult random things.
*Thanks to the people who reviewed, you know who you are, (even though it's only two, it makes me happy) for the reviews. I'll try my hardest to write more chapters, for you people who care to read, for you to read.*
****
The sun was rising in the east, but he still sat there.
Silver hair was shining like silver light with gold to clash.
But--
He, was very saddened.
It was a few days ago he and his beloved dolphin had their argument, and every night afterward the scarecrow would make his way to the top of the home and sit.
Just sit, waiting to be let back inside.
But the door never opened to him.
But--he'll let Iruka have his fit.
He did have more patience than him anyways.
Like the morning, the clouds reveled in the colored.
Soaked it up like orange yellow ink.
It was beautiful.
Kakashi always admired beautiful things, Iruka... he did look rather plain.
But where looks everything to him?
Did he really lose his sight to the more perfect being in his arms (once) than become the shallow man he is?
Where did he forget that?
How reflective. He should really think atop rooftops more often.
With a slight poof, he was off the roof and on his way to the school, he might catch a glimpse of the water familiar, his Iruka.
Might...
****
Iruka lay awake on his covers, strewn about him.
He was imagining.
About what? His future... he was old and gray, alone.
The thought made him cringe... he was already twenty-four... and the kids were starting to think of him to be like their dad.
In a way it made him happy... the kids trusting him like that with their problems.
But...
On the other hand, it made him quite... sick? Revolted? Angry... angry at the fact he never wanted a child?
Angry at himself for his lack thereof of wanting someone to worship?
To be his...
To be married in a cozy house in a village that didn't even know him... to do the things he wanted and never wonder why someone would look at him on the street and not ask how he was?
Just...
Just to be alone?
Yeah.
But... see? His thoughts were jumbled again...well, jumbling.
He always kept things organized and orderly, just in case someone needed 'modest, mother-hen Iruka'.
Could he help it he was a bit of a neat freak?
Everything has a place in the world, no need to throw it about like it didn't he always said.
The alarm clock had gone off. But the rings fell on deaf ears.
Too absorbed!
He should think of someone other than himself...
Was thinking about your life a selfish thing?
Is that what was wrong with him?
He gave up his right to love one by loving everyone?
Even when he was a child himself... he wanted someone to love him and when they died (his parents)... he gave it all away to the people...
The ones that cared...
The ones who didn't...
The ones who laughed when he did the things he did for a bit of light to call his own...
And the ones who talked to him outside the shadows of the stage, to help him back on his feet.
He loved them all...
And no one...even knew.
Hence his life in current state!
That's it!
He rose from the bed, upon his knees to make it up, stacking his books and whatnots into respective places.
He looked at the stack of books.
His friends in a sense.
He blinked. Again.
Out of rage he lashed out scattering the bounded writings about the floor.
After walking to the bathroom (and coming out), all clean and neatly fixed up for the day, he picked up a book.
The cover was red.
Wait...
He never owned a red bound book before.
He opened it and his eyebrows rose in realization.
It...
Was a photo album.
It had everyone, Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura...Hokage, and lots of him and Kakashi, together, apart..it didn't matter what order really.
Some of them were even upside down.
He took out one (an upside down one) and fliped it right-side up, it didn't look the same...
Kakashi had just poked his head out from under some branches of that tree. The one in the center of the park.
That old tree could hold him, That's why he wasn't worried when he was hugged from behind by the tree branches.
Kakashi...
He placed it back into it's spot and placed it on his bedside table, and turning about, walked out of the room turning off the lights.
The books still lay were he'd thrown them.
Much like his mind lately...
****
The school was bustling with happy chatter and noises as the shinobi students made their ways from friends to learn how serve, and protect.
It made Kakashi snort at the thought, but he said nothing, years of 'seen but not heard' by parents and superiors drilled into his brain that policy.
It wasn't that bad really.
After all, no one could read his mind.
...
Was it really?
A curse? No one knew of his ill-tempered love, who sought nothing more than his own meaning of being. He himself never truly questioned 'why'...more like 'when', thinking ahead of his years to protect comrades on missions.
He was good to think that way, and he despised himself.
He couldn't even remember a time he hadn't given someone so much!
His love.
That was a biggie in the book a gifts.
Maybe he was over compensating...
A spotting of untied hair came into view, well it was the back...
He knew.
"Iruka!" He called out to the man, he did stop.
"...Kakashi-sensei...how may I help you? Mind you I've got a class. Don't...you?" Iruka's voice was business like. Kakashi flinched.
"..I--I wanted to...say...I'm sorry."
Iruka turned his head a bit, body following, he was at a three-angle.
The lights from the dusty windows made him sparkle, and Kakashi caught his breath at the sight.
'Beautiful...' he thought to himself.
"...Your...your sorry? Kakashi?" Iruka's voice was full with a odd sort of hope.
"Yeah...I am." Kakashi stepped forward, hands in pockets.
"...I'm..sorry too, Kakai." Kakashi smiled, he still loved him. Even after poking and calling him those names.
Iruka stepped forward, his arms full of books. Kakashi always wondered why he had so many, the first was one of poetry, the next two were workbooks, and the last was a field guide.
Why did he need that?
Kakashi was brought out of his daze when the younger man stepped tip-toe to place a kiss on the fabric of his lips. He had them memorized.
"...Iruka..will you..." Kakashi had his hands on Iruka's shoulders, Iruka's face was nuzzled into the tight plastic gear Kakashi wore, the heat from his strong body seeping through.
Kakashi was so warm...
'He's alive...' Iruka murmured to no one in particular.
"..I have to go, Kakai--my class...!" Iruka had dared to look at the clock, he was already seven minutes late. Kakashi took a glance himself.
Did time really fly by that fast? Kakashi shrugged, placing his hands back into his pocket.
Iruka smiled, and turned about, his back to Kakashi once again.
He was walking away, albeit too swiftly, but enough for Kakashi to stride over to him.
"Iruki! Wait..." He held out his hands.
"..What Kaka--I really really have to get to class! The kids will wonder--"
"..Let'em. This is important."
Iruka sighed, one hand going to his temple, the books were held up against his chest to keep them from spilling out onto the floor.
"..Okay. Fine. What is it?"
Kakashi blanched, then leaned down to whisper in Iurka's ear.
"...Care to let me back in...Iruki?"
Iruka smiled, a slight tinge on cheeks, and Kakashi disappeared in a wisp of smoke.
Their thoughts were on each other until the sun died down that day.
***
TBC...