Corn Fields and Coral Reefs
see original summary, disclaimers, and warnings on the first chapter
Parings: There will be more than just IrukaxKakashi later on…when we've figured them out we will tell you
NA: Characters might exhibit certain bursts of OOC…syndrome…we apologize.
Chapter #2
"Actually, I have one student in particular that I would like you to work with." the older man continued as he began looking through the files. Finding the one he was searching for, he pulled it out and handed it to Kakashi, "One Umino Iruka, Class 3C. Currently failing… almost everything."
Kakashi sighed inwardly and took the file, opening it. It was a student file, and even included a little picture of this Iruka student. The groan he made this time was audible. "Not that wimpy kid I saved in the hallway today?" he grumbled under his breath.
"What?" The older man asked, blinking.
"Never mind...when do I start?" Kakashi asked with a distinct lack of enthusiasm.
"I'd like you to start tomorrow if possible, but if not we can wait a day." The man answered.
Kakashi stifled yet another a groan, this was not going to be a fun assignment at all, but he wasn't allowed to take any other assignments because of his injury, and a man needs to eat...that and the the next issue of his book was coming out soon.
"Fine, I'll start tomorrow." Kakashi answered. 'Oh, the fun of teaching,' he thought bitterly to himself, 'man I don't know how sensei could stand us.'
"Excellent." the older man smiled a tired sort of smile and handed him a book. "There that should help you...although by the look of your file you probably won't need any help." He commented. "Meet me in room 201 tomorrow at three and I'll introduce you to your new student."
Nodding his head Kakashi left the death trap of an office, Iruka's student file tucked under his arm. He didn't think the older man would notice it missing any time soon, and Kakashi figured that he should look into the kid's background some more...if only to look more mysterious when he met Iruka formally tomorrow.
He sighed again as he exited the building, and looked up at the moon, as if daring it to explain why his life was being a pain. Not only was he injured and it was hard to see with only one eye, now he had possibly the crappiest mission in the history of the world. He was one of the village's top ninja and he shouldn't have to stoop so low...
"...oh well..." He muttered to himself, and pulled out his book again as he headed for home.
Iruka rubbed the sleep from his eyes, his head felt like it weighed a ton and the sunlight shining into his room was not at all inviting. Wishing he could go back to bed and forget that he had a test today, he groaned and threw back the covers. He drug his feet as he made his way around the house getting ready for another miserable day at school.
Fixing himself a quick breakfast of slightly burnt toast, Iruka picked up his things off the floor and groaned, realizing he was going to be in trouble again for not doing his homework. He then threw a jacket on to stave off the morning chill, and wandered slowly to school, in no real hurry to go to a place he hated.
Iruka's brain was in a state of hibernation as he worked his way through his classes, and was yelled at by the teacher no less than 5 times, 3 of which occurred within the same half an hour. He had a feeling that he had also failed his test with a new record low. Lunch was loud and overcrowded as usual, plus he had not made himself a lunch that morning so he was basically starving by the end of the day.
All he wanted to do was go home and cook him-self some dinner, but the teacher stopped him once again on his way out the door to head home. "Iruka, I want you to start seeing a tutor after school." He explained to him, and Iruka groaned. He knew there was no way out of this and it was just going to mean spending more time at this god awful place.
His teacher ignored his groans of protest, as he led Iruka to room 201. Feeling like he was on a death march Iruka slumped his shoulders and followed his teacher as they entered the room and found it empty. Iruka was a little thankful his tutor was not there yet, but after standing for about 10 minutes, he was forced to sit down in a chair while the teacher continued to stand. After 20 minutes, however, he was paged to the office, leaving Iruka completely alone and waiting for a total stranger. It also did not help his mood that his stomach was growling in protest of being starved.
A half an hour passed, then forty minutes, then an hour with no sign of the tutor, and Iruka was just about to give up and decide that even someone hired to help him didn't care enough to show up. Right before he was going to leave, however, the silver haired boy Kakashi, from the day before, wandered lazily through the door with his nose buried in his book. Glancing up at Iruka, he smiled. "Sorry I'm late, but this kid stopped me in the street to ask for directions..."
Iruka didn't care if it was the truth or not, he'd had a horrible day and he was hungry. Very, very hungry, "Look I don't care if your here to tutor me or not, Cuzz I'm leaving." With out another word Iruka picked up his backpack and walked passed Kakashi.... or he at lest tried to. Kakashi had leaned against the door, blocking Iruka's path of escape, his nose still buried in his perverted book.
"...Could you please move?" Iruka asked, trying not to lose what composure he still had left.
"Now why would I want to do that?" Kakashi asked, not looking up from his book. He smiled to himself. "Heh, this is a good part, want to read?" he turned the book around for Iruka to see.
"Ack! No I don't!" Iruka complained, pushing the book away. "Look, just let me go home, ok?"
Kakashi turned his book back around and looked at Iruka. "Give me one good reason why I should." he challenged.
As if in answer to his question, Iruka's stomach gave a loud growl. His face turned as red as a beat, "I-I didn't have lunch today...I would like to go home and eat...please" he knew he sounded rather childish, but damn it he was starving and today had just sucked completely. He was going to get home even if he had to promise to be Kakashi's maid for a month.
Kakashi seemed to consider his plea, but took a painfully long time doing so in Irukas opinion. "Hmmm..." He finally said at length. "So your only problem is that you're hungry, is that it?" he asked. Iruka raised an eyebrow but nodded, his stomach growling again. Kakashi glanced at the boring classroom in front of him, an unimpressed look in his one visible eye. "Well I don't think there was anything in the contract about having to conduct my mission in this stuffy old room." He pointed out.
Iruka was not sure if he agreed with the silver haired ninja, but if it got him food he really didn't care how Kakashi rationalized his decisions. Apparently not finished yet, however, Kakashi nodded his head in thought and continued his rationalization, "It would be best if I got to know you better before I started to tutor you. Get to know your strengths and weaknesses..." Iruka fidgeted a little as Kakashi droned on to himself, and after a moment, Kakashi's head shot up, looking at Iruka suddenly, and asked: "Do you cook?"
Iruka was somewhat taken aback. "Huh?" he blinked. "Er...I guess so, but what does that have to do with..." he started, but Kakashi grinned, or at least Iruka thought he did, and slapped him on the back.
"Well that settles it, we'll eat at your house." He said triumphantly.
"Wha..." Iruka found himself being pushed out of the room by a far too happy Kakashi. He gave up protesting, however, seeing as Kakashi was once again glued to his book.
Sighing, Iruka lead the way to his home, although he figured Kakashi would probably complain about his living conditions. Iruka wasn't exactly the neatest person in the world, what teenager was? But to make matters worse, he had not had the chance to do anything about dishes or laundry for about 2 weeks, so it would be a miracle if he even found a clean plate in the cupboards.
Kakashi, however, upon entering Iruka's humble abode, didn't say anything. In fact, he really didn't seem to want to do much but read that stupid book of his. Sighing, Iruka pulled on his apron to protect his clothes (he really didn't have that many outfits), and went to work cleaning enough dishes in order to cook and eat supper for two. Iruka felt somewhat silly...he'd never cooked for anyone besides himself before...he worried that maybe the older boy would find it disgusting or something.
Unknown to Iruka, however, Kakashi wasn't really reading his book but was watching the younger boy work away at the seemingly endless task before him. He'd had to stop himself from laughing at the poor boy when he donned the apron. He couldn't imagine any teenage boy ever subjecting themselves to the humiliation, and right in front of a complete stranger at that. From his manner, Kakashi figured that Iruka was a push-over, someone used to being ignored or laughed at and not only that, he seemed mentally weak as well, like he would do anything anyone told him to.
Kakashi nonchalantly flipped a page, to maintain the illusion that he was actually still reading the book, and glanced around the tiny house. It was almost obvious that no one must live here besides Iruka himself...this Iruka must be some kind of orphan or something. He sighed. This was going to be a more difficult task than he thought...how was he supposed to get a mentally weak, pushover orphan like this kid to become a good student?
It didn't take long for Iruka to finish cleaning the dishes, mainly because he didn't own that many to begin with. Once that was done, Iruka searched his bare cupboards for something edible to serve his 'guest'. Finding the last two packs of instant ramen in the back of the cupboard, he put some water on to boil.
As he waited for the water to heat up, Iruka walked across to the table and practically flopped down onto one of his chairs, feeling utterly sorry for himself. He didn't bother to lift his head from the table...he really didn't want to look at his tutor right now...he just wanted to eat and go to bed.
"Hmmm..." Kakashi's voice reached his ears. "Well isn't this interesting?"
Iruka glanced up, expecting him to be reading his little book, but instead Kakashi was flipping through a folder with Iruka's name stamped on the side in red ink.
Iruka's eyes shot open in surprise. Kakashi had his permanent file...the file even he was not allowed to look at, the file that was NOT allowed to leave the school under any circumstances. "Where did you get that!?" Iruka demanded, his voice going a bit high form hysteria. Kakashi looked up from the file and blinked at Iruka who was now on his feet, a panicked look on his face.
"Oh this?" Kakashi blinked and turned the file over in his hands. "I...recovered it from your instructor's office..."
"You mean you STOLE it?!" Iruka stared at him in disbelief.
"'Steal' is such a strong word..." Kakashi mused nonchalantly.
"You did steal it!" Iruka cried, pointing at him, then proceeded to pull at his hair. "Great, just when I thought things couldn't get any worse..."
"Wanna see it?" Kakashi offered.
Iruka blinked, he wanted to look at it...but what if his teacher found out? Kakashi had stolen the damned thing though, so shouldn't he take this opportunity?
Kakashi laughed a little as he saw Iruka's conflicting emotions appear on his face like words in a book. Glaring a little, Iruka finally held out his hand, "I want see it," he said seriously, but Kakashi snatched it back from Iruka's hands before he could grab it.
"Wha...hey I thought you said I could see it?" Iruka complained, trying to reach the file, but Kakashi, being taller than him, held it easily out of his reach.
Kakashi yawned as if, he was bored by the whole thing. "If you want it you'll have to take it from me," he informed Iruka, who merely stared at him. "Go on, show me what you've got."
Iruka stared at Kakashi for a moment then tried to tackle the older, more experienced ninja. Kakashi sidestepped out of the way, and Iruka found himself tripping over the chair Kakashi had just vacated. Kakashi made tisking noises as Iruka sat on the floor rubbing a skinned elbow. "Your going to have to do a lot better then that, you know." he told him.
Iruka glared and slammed the floor with his fist, leaping up to try and tackle Kakashi again. Kakashi, however, once more sidestepped it easily, and Iruka banged his head on the cupboard doors. Kakashi winced. "Ooh...that had to hurt..."
"Damn it, give me that file!" Iruka cried, and tried once more to grab hold of the older ninja, who dodged his attacks like he was out taking a walk or something.
"Hmmm, you have spirit after all..." Kakashi commented. "Oh, your water's boiling." He pointed out in a flat tone.
"Ah, Shit!" Iruka dashed to the stove, but unfortunately toppled over the same chair he had earlier, which had apparently decided that it liked to be in the way. Iruka fell forward as he tripped, and saw stars when his head hit the oven door. To make matters worse, the impact of his head crashing against the door caused the water kettle to topple over and spill it's scalding contents onto the poor, dazed Iruka.
TBC...
Okay that's the end of the second chapter What do you think? Gasp What an evil cliff hanger! Hope you liked it! Feel sorry for Iruka . hitting your head on a cupboard really, really hurts… not to mention hot water too .
Thanks to all the people who reviewed! You people are the best! YEAH!
And we apologize for any miss-spelled words or grammatical errors . We try, people, we really do try to get everything, but it's hard sometimes when one of us has dyslexia… okay, it's the Mysterious Ninja…she's an artist, not a writer.
MN: sniff I'm sorry for my horrid spelling…. it's so bad sometimes the computer can't even put it into a readable language.
Eimaj: Yes…it is…so horrible….
MN: It also doesn't help matters that Eimaj has a really evil word program with an evil spell-checking thing on it. Eimaj: ...It causes more problems than it solves.
Anyway, We shall try to be more careful in the future. (Just be thankful you're not reading the msn version of this .) And yes we're writing this on msn so most of the plot lines are from spur of the moment thinking. And for that we apologize for making Iruka seem to be a bit of a whining brat, but you have to remember that he's got no-one and he's younger…not everyone in the world is as they were 9 years ago.
Anyway, please review
see original summary, disclaimers, and warnings on the first chapter
Parings: There will be more than just IrukaxKakashi later on…when we've figured them out we will tell you
NA: Characters might exhibit certain bursts of OOC…syndrome…we apologize.
Chapter #2
"Actually, I have one student in particular that I would like you to work with." the older man continued as he began looking through the files. Finding the one he was searching for, he pulled it out and handed it to Kakashi, "One Umino Iruka, Class 3C. Currently failing… almost everything."
Kakashi sighed inwardly and took the file, opening it. It was a student file, and even included a little picture of this Iruka student. The groan he made this time was audible. "Not that wimpy kid I saved in the hallway today?" he grumbled under his breath.
"What?" The older man asked, blinking.
"Never mind...when do I start?" Kakashi asked with a distinct lack of enthusiasm.
"I'd like you to start tomorrow if possible, but if not we can wait a day." The man answered.
Kakashi stifled yet another a groan, this was not going to be a fun assignment at all, but he wasn't allowed to take any other assignments because of his injury, and a man needs to eat...that and the the next issue of his book was coming out soon.
"Fine, I'll start tomorrow." Kakashi answered. 'Oh, the fun of teaching,' he thought bitterly to himself, 'man I don't know how sensei could stand us.'
"Excellent." the older man smiled a tired sort of smile and handed him a book. "There that should help you...although by the look of your file you probably won't need any help." He commented. "Meet me in room 201 tomorrow at three and I'll introduce you to your new student."
Nodding his head Kakashi left the death trap of an office, Iruka's student file tucked under his arm. He didn't think the older man would notice it missing any time soon, and Kakashi figured that he should look into the kid's background some more...if only to look more mysterious when he met Iruka formally tomorrow.
He sighed again as he exited the building, and looked up at the moon, as if daring it to explain why his life was being a pain. Not only was he injured and it was hard to see with only one eye, now he had possibly the crappiest mission in the history of the world. He was one of the village's top ninja and he shouldn't have to stoop so low...
"...oh well..." He muttered to himself, and pulled out his book again as he headed for home.
Iruka rubbed the sleep from his eyes, his head felt like it weighed a ton and the sunlight shining into his room was not at all inviting. Wishing he could go back to bed and forget that he had a test today, he groaned and threw back the covers. He drug his feet as he made his way around the house getting ready for another miserable day at school.
Fixing himself a quick breakfast of slightly burnt toast, Iruka picked up his things off the floor and groaned, realizing he was going to be in trouble again for not doing his homework. He then threw a jacket on to stave off the morning chill, and wandered slowly to school, in no real hurry to go to a place he hated.
Iruka's brain was in a state of hibernation as he worked his way through his classes, and was yelled at by the teacher no less than 5 times, 3 of which occurred within the same half an hour. He had a feeling that he had also failed his test with a new record low. Lunch was loud and overcrowded as usual, plus he had not made himself a lunch that morning so he was basically starving by the end of the day.
All he wanted to do was go home and cook him-self some dinner, but the teacher stopped him once again on his way out the door to head home. "Iruka, I want you to start seeing a tutor after school." He explained to him, and Iruka groaned. He knew there was no way out of this and it was just going to mean spending more time at this god awful place.
His teacher ignored his groans of protest, as he led Iruka to room 201. Feeling like he was on a death march Iruka slumped his shoulders and followed his teacher as they entered the room and found it empty. Iruka was a little thankful his tutor was not there yet, but after standing for about 10 minutes, he was forced to sit down in a chair while the teacher continued to stand. After 20 minutes, however, he was paged to the office, leaving Iruka completely alone and waiting for a total stranger. It also did not help his mood that his stomach was growling in protest of being starved.
A half an hour passed, then forty minutes, then an hour with no sign of the tutor, and Iruka was just about to give up and decide that even someone hired to help him didn't care enough to show up. Right before he was going to leave, however, the silver haired boy Kakashi, from the day before, wandered lazily through the door with his nose buried in his book. Glancing up at Iruka, he smiled. "Sorry I'm late, but this kid stopped me in the street to ask for directions..."
Iruka didn't care if it was the truth or not, he'd had a horrible day and he was hungry. Very, very hungry, "Look I don't care if your here to tutor me or not, Cuzz I'm leaving." With out another word Iruka picked up his backpack and walked passed Kakashi.... or he at lest tried to. Kakashi had leaned against the door, blocking Iruka's path of escape, his nose still buried in his perverted book.
"...Could you please move?" Iruka asked, trying not to lose what composure he still had left.
"Now why would I want to do that?" Kakashi asked, not looking up from his book. He smiled to himself. "Heh, this is a good part, want to read?" he turned the book around for Iruka to see.
"Ack! No I don't!" Iruka complained, pushing the book away. "Look, just let me go home, ok?"
Kakashi turned his book back around and looked at Iruka. "Give me one good reason why I should." he challenged.
As if in answer to his question, Iruka's stomach gave a loud growl. His face turned as red as a beat, "I-I didn't have lunch today...I would like to go home and eat...please" he knew he sounded rather childish, but damn it he was starving and today had just sucked completely. He was going to get home even if he had to promise to be Kakashi's maid for a month.
Kakashi seemed to consider his plea, but took a painfully long time doing so in Irukas opinion. "Hmmm..." He finally said at length. "So your only problem is that you're hungry, is that it?" he asked. Iruka raised an eyebrow but nodded, his stomach growling again. Kakashi glanced at the boring classroom in front of him, an unimpressed look in his one visible eye. "Well I don't think there was anything in the contract about having to conduct my mission in this stuffy old room." He pointed out.
Iruka was not sure if he agreed with the silver haired ninja, but if it got him food he really didn't care how Kakashi rationalized his decisions. Apparently not finished yet, however, Kakashi nodded his head in thought and continued his rationalization, "It would be best if I got to know you better before I started to tutor you. Get to know your strengths and weaknesses..." Iruka fidgeted a little as Kakashi droned on to himself, and after a moment, Kakashi's head shot up, looking at Iruka suddenly, and asked: "Do you cook?"
Iruka was somewhat taken aback. "Huh?" he blinked. "Er...I guess so, but what does that have to do with..." he started, but Kakashi grinned, or at least Iruka thought he did, and slapped him on the back.
"Well that settles it, we'll eat at your house." He said triumphantly.
"Wha..." Iruka found himself being pushed out of the room by a far too happy Kakashi. He gave up protesting, however, seeing as Kakashi was once again glued to his book.
Sighing, Iruka lead the way to his home, although he figured Kakashi would probably complain about his living conditions. Iruka wasn't exactly the neatest person in the world, what teenager was? But to make matters worse, he had not had the chance to do anything about dishes or laundry for about 2 weeks, so it would be a miracle if he even found a clean plate in the cupboards.
Kakashi, however, upon entering Iruka's humble abode, didn't say anything. In fact, he really didn't seem to want to do much but read that stupid book of his. Sighing, Iruka pulled on his apron to protect his clothes (he really didn't have that many outfits), and went to work cleaning enough dishes in order to cook and eat supper for two. Iruka felt somewhat silly...he'd never cooked for anyone besides himself before...he worried that maybe the older boy would find it disgusting or something.
Unknown to Iruka, however, Kakashi wasn't really reading his book but was watching the younger boy work away at the seemingly endless task before him. He'd had to stop himself from laughing at the poor boy when he donned the apron. He couldn't imagine any teenage boy ever subjecting themselves to the humiliation, and right in front of a complete stranger at that. From his manner, Kakashi figured that Iruka was a push-over, someone used to being ignored or laughed at and not only that, he seemed mentally weak as well, like he would do anything anyone told him to.
Kakashi nonchalantly flipped a page, to maintain the illusion that he was actually still reading the book, and glanced around the tiny house. It was almost obvious that no one must live here besides Iruka himself...this Iruka must be some kind of orphan or something. He sighed. This was going to be a more difficult task than he thought...how was he supposed to get a mentally weak, pushover orphan like this kid to become a good student?
It didn't take long for Iruka to finish cleaning the dishes, mainly because he didn't own that many to begin with. Once that was done, Iruka searched his bare cupboards for something edible to serve his 'guest'. Finding the last two packs of instant ramen in the back of the cupboard, he put some water on to boil.
As he waited for the water to heat up, Iruka walked across to the table and practically flopped down onto one of his chairs, feeling utterly sorry for himself. He didn't bother to lift his head from the table...he really didn't want to look at his tutor right now...he just wanted to eat and go to bed.
"Hmmm..." Kakashi's voice reached his ears. "Well isn't this interesting?"
Iruka glanced up, expecting him to be reading his little book, but instead Kakashi was flipping through a folder with Iruka's name stamped on the side in red ink.
Iruka's eyes shot open in surprise. Kakashi had his permanent file...the file even he was not allowed to look at, the file that was NOT allowed to leave the school under any circumstances. "Where did you get that!?" Iruka demanded, his voice going a bit high form hysteria. Kakashi looked up from the file and blinked at Iruka who was now on his feet, a panicked look on his face.
"Oh this?" Kakashi blinked and turned the file over in his hands. "I...recovered it from your instructor's office..."
"You mean you STOLE it?!" Iruka stared at him in disbelief.
"'Steal' is such a strong word..." Kakashi mused nonchalantly.
"You did steal it!" Iruka cried, pointing at him, then proceeded to pull at his hair. "Great, just when I thought things couldn't get any worse..."
"Wanna see it?" Kakashi offered.
Iruka blinked, he wanted to look at it...but what if his teacher found out? Kakashi had stolen the damned thing though, so shouldn't he take this opportunity?
Kakashi laughed a little as he saw Iruka's conflicting emotions appear on his face like words in a book. Glaring a little, Iruka finally held out his hand, "I want see it," he said seriously, but Kakashi snatched it back from Iruka's hands before he could grab it.
"Wha...hey I thought you said I could see it?" Iruka complained, trying to reach the file, but Kakashi, being taller than him, held it easily out of his reach.
Kakashi yawned as if, he was bored by the whole thing. "If you want it you'll have to take it from me," he informed Iruka, who merely stared at him. "Go on, show me what you've got."
Iruka stared at Kakashi for a moment then tried to tackle the older, more experienced ninja. Kakashi sidestepped out of the way, and Iruka found himself tripping over the chair Kakashi had just vacated. Kakashi made tisking noises as Iruka sat on the floor rubbing a skinned elbow. "Your going to have to do a lot better then that, you know." he told him.
Iruka glared and slammed the floor with his fist, leaping up to try and tackle Kakashi again. Kakashi, however, once more sidestepped it easily, and Iruka banged his head on the cupboard doors. Kakashi winced. "Ooh...that had to hurt..."
"Damn it, give me that file!" Iruka cried, and tried once more to grab hold of the older ninja, who dodged his attacks like he was out taking a walk or something.
"Hmmm, you have spirit after all..." Kakashi commented. "Oh, your water's boiling." He pointed out in a flat tone.
"Ah, Shit!" Iruka dashed to the stove, but unfortunately toppled over the same chair he had earlier, which had apparently decided that it liked to be in the way. Iruka fell forward as he tripped, and saw stars when his head hit the oven door. To make matters worse, the impact of his head crashing against the door caused the water kettle to topple over and spill it's scalding contents onto the poor, dazed Iruka.
TBC...
Okay that's the end of the second chapter What do you think? Gasp What an evil cliff hanger! Hope you liked it! Feel sorry for Iruka . hitting your head on a cupboard really, really hurts… not to mention hot water too .
Thanks to all the people who reviewed! You people are the best! YEAH!
And we apologize for any miss-spelled words or grammatical errors . We try, people, we really do try to get everything, but it's hard sometimes when one of us has dyslexia… okay, it's the Mysterious Ninja…she's an artist, not a writer.
MN: sniff I'm sorry for my horrid spelling…. it's so bad sometimes the computer can't even put it into a readable language.
Eimaj: Yes…it is…so horrible….
MN: It also doesn't help matters that Eimaj has a really evil word program with an evil spell-checking thing on it. Eimaj: ...It causes more problems than it solves.
Anyway, We shall try to be more careful in the future. (Just be thankful you're not reading the msn version of this .) And yes we're writing this on msn so most of the plot lines are from spur of the moment thinking. And for that we apologize for making Iruka seem to be a bit of a whining brat, but you have to remember that he's got no-one and he's younger…not everyone in the world is as they were 9 years ago.
Anyway, please review