Title: Stolen Kisses
Author: Kisu
Rating: PG, shounen-ai
Pairings: SasuNaru, KakaIru, one-sided KakaIta
A/N: Had to throw in some KakaIta (pen id: teckno) for their ANBU days! Wh0oT. Sorry for not updating in so long…I'm dead set in trying to finish my other fics. Reviews will be at the end of the chapter.
Disclaimer: Naruto does not belong to me.
Warnings: A bit of a spoiler from manga but not much…chapter…225?
Chapter 5: Memory"Hatake Kakashi."
Naruto's eyes widened in realization and Kakashi slowly drew his mask back up and over the half of his face. Iruka glanced from Itachi to Kakashi worriedly and frowned as Itachi's grip on Naruto tightened.
"Uchiha Itachi." Kakashi spoke up. His visible eye had a glint in it that made Iruka suspect that the two knew each other from before.
"Uchiha." Iruka repeated absently before his eyes widened. "Are you Sasuke's older brother?"
"You should know that Itachi and Sasuke are the only Uchihas that survived the massacre." Kakashi said, quietly. "And standing before you is the man who killed them all."
"You killed your own family?" Iruka gasped. He had heard stories of the prodigy from the former academy teacher. Itachi had graduated from the academy at age 7, became a Chuunin at age 9, and became ANBU at age 13.
"Don't speak like you know anything about us." Itachi spoke up. He was a very introverted man and Kakashi was surprised that he even acknowledged Iruka's question. "Both of us have pasts that do that involve you, Iruka-sensei."
Iruka frowned as he straightened. He quickly glanced at Naruto and noticed the glazed look on his face. He had heard everything.
"Itachi, this doesn't concern Iruka or Naruto. Let him go." Kakashi said, stepping forward. Itachi slowly turned to look at him, his crimson red eyes watching him silently.
"No sudden moves, Hatake-san." Itachi murmured. "I'm surprised that you have forgotten what happened in the past. Perhaps you have forgotten me."
"Times change Itachi." Kakashi growled. "People change."
"Time always changes people, but knowledge is our greatest enemy." Itachi smirked. "However, you will always stay the same, right?" Itachi chuckled softly. "Does the teacher know about your past? Are you ever going to tell him?"
"What is he talking about, Kakashi?" Iruka asked, curiously.
"Shut up, Itachi." Kakashi snapped. "Don't bring up things that don't concern other people."
"But it does concern him." Itachi smiled. "Oh well. I'm getting bored of this place. Think fast, Kakashi."
Before the Jounin could comprehend what Itachi was saying, the Missing-nin had already flung out several kunais. Each of them tagged with explosion notes and aimed at Iruka.
He whipped his head around, just in time to see Iruka quickly step backwards and Itachi delivered a blow to Naruto's stomach, rendering him unconscious. The kunais landed on the floor and filled the room with smoke as the explosion tags detonated. Kakashi dove forward just in time to see Itachi jump out of the window and up onto the rooftops. Kakashi prepared to jump out after Itachi but paused when he heard Iruka's choked cry.
"Iruka. Are you all right?" Kakashi asked, stepping backwards to look at the academy teacher.
"He's…fast." Iruka managed before falling face forward onto the floor. Protruding from his back was several kunai that a bunshin had delivered to Iruka when Kakashi was occupied.
"Iruka!" Kakashi yelled, rushing toward him. Now he understood what Itachi had meant.
"The teacher or your student?"
"Help Naruto." Iruka groaned, as he strained to get up on his hands.
"Itachi will be long gone by now." Kakashi replied. "We have to get you to the hospital first."
"But…Naruto." Iruka protested as Kakashi lifted him up in his arms.
"He'll be fine." Kakashi said, calmly. Iruka gazed at him searchingly, before drifting into unconsciousness. If only Kakashi felt the same confidence he had in his voice, everything would be fine.
Naruto.
A chill entered the room and Sasuke bolted up in bed. His eyes scanned the darkness warily before pausing at the open window. The curtains billowed softly as a cold draft entered the room. Slowly, he pulled back the covers and swung his feet down.
He hadn't left the window open.
Walking over to it, he carefully slid it shut, pausing to stare out of the glass pane window. The moon was round tonight with a slight red tint to it.
His grip tightened on the windowsill.
Akatsuki.
He will avenge his family and kill Itachi.
As if answering his thoughts, a dark blur flew past his window and he slammed the window up. His hands quickly grabbed his spare kunai from the bedside table and he lunged out the window. Whoever it was, they were fast. His eyes slowly changed into crimson red and he ran faster, directing chakra to the balls of his feet.
The figure glanced over its shoulder and dropped off a building.
Sasuke frowned and stopped. He peered over the side of the building to see nothing but the ground. Then he sensed it.
Sasuke spun around and glared at the cloaked man. His eyes widened as he recognized the soft billowing red clouds that decorated the black cloak.
He stepped forward, opening his eyes that mirrored his own. But this man had the complete sharingan.
"You!" Sasuke spat.
"You shouldn't be out running around at night, Sasuke." Itachi murmured. "Or you might catch a cold."
"Shut up! You don't care the shit about me!" Sasuke snapped. Itachi regarded him calmly as he stood motionless in his spot. The moon was high above him, it's red tint becoming increasingly darker.
"I don't have time to play with you, Sasuke." Itachi replied. "I have something to do right now." Sasuke narrowed his eyes.
"What the hell are you talking about?" He growled. Itachi smiled before disappearing and reappearing next to him.
"Do you hate me enough?" He asked, softly. Sasuke tensed and lashed out as he turned around. Itachi glided gracefully out of his reach. Sasuke growled and ran forward, his kunai positioned so he could easily slice at Itachi.
"You're faster than last time, little brother." Itachi commented as he easily evaded Sasuke's advances. But in the next instant, the added weight that he had with him altered his balance, and he stepped back unevenly with his right foot.
This gave Sasuke the chance to slice at Itachi's throat and Itachi quickly sidestepped, opening his cloak to reach out and slam his hand into Sasuke's wrist. Sasuke grunted as his hold on the kunai loosened and it fell out of his hand and onto the ground. Itachi then, delivered a hard kick into Sasuke's side that sent him sliding back.
Sasuke caught himself and held his numb hand with his other hand. He narrowed his eyes angrily.
"What are you doing with him?" He yelled, angrily. Itachi looked down to see that Naruto's head was visible from inside his cloak.
"You've seen too much." Itachi spoke up after a moment of silence. Sasuke drew in his breath sharply as his surroundings faded from view. "For the next 48 hrs, you will suffer from intense guilt of a memory you have forgotten."
"What?" Sasuke gasped as his body failed to properly respond.
"This is the power of a complete sharingan, little brother. Remember that." Then, Itachi faded from view and Sasuke was left alone to envision a scene that he had long forgotten.
The sky was clear with only a few wisps of clouds floating in a field of endless blue. Sasuke stood, unable to move from his spot as he watched a younger version of himself standing by the river's edge. A boy, with golden hair and eyes that matched the sky peered out from behind a tree at the little Sasuke.
"Uhm…" Naruto murmured as he shifted his feet. Sasuke turned around and walked past him as if he wasn't there. Naruto turned and gazed after the dark haired boy, with the saddest blue eyes he had ever seen. "How come you don't play with me anymore, Sasuke?"
Sasuke continued walking, eyes straight in front of him.
"Sasuke!" Naruto ran toward him. "Sasuke, why won't you talk to me anymore?"
The dark haired boy stopped in his tracks before lashing out at the blonde boy. Naruto fell to the ground with a cry of pain.
"Don't ever come near me again." Sasuke told him. "We were never friends."
"But why?" Naruto whispered.
"My father told me that I can't be friends with a demon like you." Sasuke said, as Naruto's eyes widened in horror. "I must become stronger than Itachi!"
"But Sasuke, you said that you didn't care-."
"Something happened last night." Sasuke cut in, sharply. "I must become strong and kill my brother."
"Sasuke!" Naruto launched upwards from the ground and grabbed onto his arm. "Sasuke, what happened?" Sasuke swiftly drew a kunai from his side pouch and sliced it across the knuckles of Naruto's hand.
"To become strong, I must kill my best friend." Sasuke whispered. "Are you ready to die, Naruto?"
Naruto clutched his hand, staring at him in fear. The blood of his cut trickled between his fingers and fell to the ground in small drops of red.
He took a step forward, face void of all emotion and Naruto turned and fled. Tears clouded in his bright blue eyes.
Now he at 15 years of age stared at the scene before him, his heart pounded in his chest. It wasn't fear he was feeling, it didn't give him that cold sensation that numbed his body. But he felt warm, and his heart seemed to want to burst out of his chest. But the warmness behind his eyes was the most unbearable part of all, and for the first time in many years, he wanted to cry.
The scene before him seemed to rewind and repeat all over and Sasuke stood there, unable to look away, and unable to move.
Iruka woke up to a strikingly white room. It had been years since he woke up in the hospital. The last time was when Mizuki had tried to trick Naruto in giving him the forbidden scroll.
"You're awake." A familiar warm voice made him turn over to the side and stared as the Copy-nin himself watched him happily. A book lay open in his lap and Iruka frowned a bit when he saw the title.
Another trashy romance novel?
"What are you doing here?" Iruka blurted out. Kakashi raised his single eyebrow in surprise. Iruka coughed and cleared his throat of its dryness. Then, accepted the glass of water held out for him. "Thank you."
"No problem." Kakashi grinned as he sat back down in his chair. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine." Iruka replied when another thought occurred to him. How had he gotten here in the first place? His eyes roamed the room again and he stared dumbly at the single yellow daffodil that stood in a face next to the window. Yellow like…
"Naruto!" Iruka cried out in horror. He turned to Kakashi and grabbed his vest. "Where is he? Did you get him back? Is he okay?"
"Relax, I've already gone after them." Kakashi smiled. "But I'm glad you're awake now."
"Huh?" Iruka blinked as Kakashi quickly leaned over and placed a cloth covered kiss on his cheek. Then the bunshin dissolved in a poof of smoke.
Iruka was left staring at the spot where the clone once sat, hand reaching up to touch his cheek. His face burned red in embarrassment.
"Kakashi! The hospital is no place for such vulgar things!" Iruka yelled. "I'll get you when you return!"
And all the miles away while our wonderful ninja sat in a tree, he sneezed.
"Eh?" His eye blinked blearily. "I think Iruka is talking about me." He ran a gloved hand across his nose and peered out of the green foliage from his stakeout. It hadn't been hard to follow Itachi after he had come across an unconscious Sasuke. After he had Genma take him to the hospital, he had quickly followed Itachi's trail.
Maybe it was his imagination but Itachi hadn't concealed his trail at all. It seemed like the missing-nin knew he was going to come after him. Or at least, he wanted Kakashi to follow him.
A soft wind stirred the leaves in the tree he was sitting in and Kakashi frowned. This breeze was unlike the others, because this one chilled him to the bone.
"Have you been waiting long?" A voice came right next to his ear. Kakashi jerked and was caught off-balance from his perch. A hand quickly clamped onto his arm as he tripped over the branch and began to fall.
Uchiha Itachi knelt on the branch, watching him with speculating crimson red eyes. "Did I surprise you?" He asked in amusement.
"Itachi." Kakashi breathed. He caught his breath and frowned. "Where is Naruto?"
"Sleeping." Itachi replied with a shrug. "Don't worry he'll be cared for. Better than how your village treats him."
"Konohagakure was once your village too." Kakashi frowned. His arm had begun to ache.
"But not anymore." Itachi replied as his grip loosened. Kakashi slipped and Itachi's hand slid up, grabbing a hold of his wrist. "Akatsuki is an organization that collects powerful objects. Beautiful objects. Naruto-kun fits right in with us."
"You're not taking Naruto!" Kakashi growled. "He is my subordinate!" Itachi's eyes slowly returned to its coal-black and he released Kakashi's wrist. Being a highly skilled shinobi, Kakashi made an aerial flip in the air before landing lightly onto the ground. Itachi landed soundlessly next to him and looked up expectantly.
"Your subordinate?" Itachi smiled lightly. "Did you ever think of him as your subordinate?"
"Of course." Kakashi replied, indignantly. Itachi smiled and stepped closer. Slowly, he placed a hand on the Jounin's broad chest.
"I could easily rip your heart out while it's still beating." Itachi murmured as he took another step closer. Slowly he placed his head on his chest, listening to the rhythmic beating of Kakashi's life source. "Do you remember when we used to stand like this?"
Kakashi said nothing, only keeping his eye on anywhere but the man on his chest. Finally after a few moments of silence, his cloth-covered lips moved on his accord. "That was a long time ago. Don't bring up the past."
"Did you ever love me, Kakashi?" Itachi asked, softly. He closed his eyes, breathing in the Jounin's scent.
"No." Kakashi said, quietly.
"But you loved Obito." Itachi smirked as he straightened. Kakashi once again said nothing as he felt the warmth leave his chest and Itachi now stood in front of him.
"Obito was everything that you never will be, Itachi." Kakashi responded as he touched his hitai-ate. Itachi's eyes once again turned crimson red and they swirled in the most hypnotic way. A barest of smiles upturned the corner of Itachi's lips and he drew a kunai from within the folds of his cloak.
Kakashi tensed and narrowed his eye as Itachi drew the kunai up.
"You are still foolish, Kakashi." Itachi stated. "Your bunshin dissipated a long time ago."
"Iruka!" Kakashi took a step forward. "Don't you dare touch him!"
"Or what?" Itachi asked, pleasantly. He smiled sadistically. "Well, Hatake-san. You never answered me."
"What?" Kakashi blinked in confusion.
"Will it be the teacher or the student?"
Kakashi inhaled sharply and he quickly drew up his hitai-ate, revealing his sharingan eye. "Itachi! You better not-."
"Don't you like games, Hatake-san?" Itachi asked before swiftly drawing up the kunai. Within a second, Itachi had sliced it across his throat. Blood, the color of his eyes gushed through the wound and splashed onto the ground.
Then the bunshin dissolved into smoke.
TBC...
Lady Geuna: Dreams? Hmm…very interesting idea! XD
Reiko: Your first KakaIru? Yay! You should read more KakaIru fics! And I'm glad I'm writing at the right pace I felt a little rushed.
BrokenReflection: Yes, I don't understand KakaIru either teehee! But I'm trying my best!
Kaki-kun: Iruka is a bit mean..teehee. I see him as a way serious strict guy and Kakashi as just aloof. This story will have a bit of shounen-ai in it, so be warned! XD Thanks for reading anyways.
Whoo I love the bitter-sweet relationship of Kakashi and Itachi. Itachi seem a bit OOC…because he talks more..ahaha…
Thanks for reading all! R/R!