Title: Diary
Series: Naruto
Author: Miali
Summary: Iruka keeps a diary that Kakashi can't see. Mild sneakyness ensues. KakaIru drabble.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, otherwise there'd be many changes to be made in the series… X3
A/N: I'm updating from my cousin's computer… I don't know how often I'll be able to update… Here's what's coming though: Plushie no Jutsu chapter 5, drabbles for Friday and Saturday. They'll be up when I get home Saturday night. I'm currently in NYC and couldn't fully update before I left. Very sorry.
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Iruka kept a diary, he was currently on the 11th volume, the others stood on his shelf, stacked neatly next to each other in chronological order. It was a habit he had picked up from his mother, and one that had stuck with him, even after her death.
His diary was always on an off-white collection of paper inside a worn leather case. The cover folded over and was covered by another flap. It tied closed with a leather string in the same color and had two slots for pens or pencils.
Iruka wrote in his diary every day, even if it was only a simple note to get milk at the store or a statistics sheet for his class or notes to give someone extra help on a topic, should their grades lessen. Nothing in the book was ever crossed out or erased, no event was too insignificant to mention. It was a lesson he had learned well from his mother: Don't take anything for granted.
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Kakashi had seen Iruka scribbling in the book numerous times. He would randomly drop whatever he was doing at the mission desk or school, or even home, and start writing. Kakashi had found this highly intriguing, and became very curious.
The jounin had once asked if he could read what the chuunin had been writing, only to be met with a flushed face and the diary hastily put away.
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Kakashi hated secrets. He was well aware of the fact that this was extremely hypocritical, but he had little care for that fact. He absolutely loathed it when someone kept something from him.
Thus, the copy nin was pleased to discover one morning after Iruka had long since left to teach the would-be assassins of Konoha, the leather-bound book sitting on Iruka's bedside table.
He paused for a moment, his pale fingertips lightly brushing over the leather cover and thought of Iruka. The teacher certainly wouldn't appreciate having the innermost thoughts of his mind read… Ah well, it's not like I'll be caught…
The jounin carefully untied the strings and opened to the cover. The book had started fairly recently, only about a year prior to the date. The first few pages were fairly boring to the silver-haired nin, just grade reports and stuff from the mission room. Nothing particularly important.
He turned a few more pages.
There, taped into the diary, was a note, written by himself. Taped in beside it was a small scrap of paper – the fortune from the cookie they had shared on their first date. The jounin smiled warmly and ran his fingers across the page, reading Iruka's comments.
The pages that followed were all similar, containing more written notes, spotted between with grade reports. Occasionally he would find a random memento other than a note. A doodle on a napkin, a piece of a menu. Kakashi hadn't noticed it, but Iruka collected things. He smiled further, Iruka's writings bringing back a flood of memories. He flipped to a blank page, found a pen and started writing.
Iruka,
I'm a note – In your diary!
I know I shouldn't be here.
(I'm sorry)
But I couldn't resist. You know me.
All my love,
Your Kakashi.
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Iruka opened to the next page in his diary – September 27th, it would become. However, his chocolate eyes fell on some extra black lines – ink, words. He read the note and smiled, not nearly as angry as he thought he'd be. It was, after all, what most of this diary was about anyway: His Kakashi.
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Well, there you have it, folks. I'll get to typing and updating the next drabble now.