Title: Book
Series: Naruto
Author: Miali
Summary: Kakashi's book has been tormenting Iruka, sitting on his kitchen table. Minor KakaIru drabble
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A/N: Happy Thanksgiving all! I'm updating two drabbles in one day… This is Thursday's, Diary is Wednesday's. Or the other way around. It's up to you. I have half of Plushie no Jutsu done, but it's at home… You'll have to wait until at least Saturday for that…. Very sorry. Half of Restart ch 2 is done, but that is home as well. Sorry guys. So here's drabble # 26 - book.
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A pinkish-orange book sat on Iruka's table. In the beginning, he blushed every time he'd watched his lover read it, knowing full well what was inside. Occasionally, he wondered exactly what it had said, but he never dared to pick it up and look. After all, what if someone saw him? He was supposed to be an image for his students to respect, admire, and look up to. And reading porn was not admirable. (at least, not according to the standards of the his students' parents. The copy nin on the other hand was an entirely different story.)
Now the book sat upon his table in the kitchen, in front of Kakashi's usual place. Its comrades were stacked neatly next to Iruka's books with which they co-habitated.
Every day, Iruka passed the book on his way to school. And every day the book remained, unmoved, when he returned at ungodly hours from working in the mission room.
A week passed, blending fairly quickly into two. The book remained and Iruka avoided looking at it as he ate his breakfast, when he left in the morning, and when he came home at night. He ignored the way the cover had lightened from the sunlight and the thin layer of dust that had settled atop both it and the tabletop. Two months had passed.
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Iruka stumbled through the door at two in the morning, fresh from an excruciating night shift dealing with irritating jounin. The moonlight filtered through the window onto the kitchen table and Iruka walked passed it before pausing. Something was different.
The wood in a small rectangular part of the table shone brighter than the rest, gleaming in the faded silver light. Iruka grinned and walked quickly into the bedroom to find his lover, sound asleep. Bruised, bandaged, and bloody, but safe. Safe and home.
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Wow, that was really short. I apologize. I was tempted to write angst, but I decided against it… Since it is a holiday and all. Sorry this update isn't much, but it'll have to tide you over until I get home… I don't wanna use my cousin's computer too much. Oh, speaking of… If you like Harry Potter fanfictions, check her out. Tudorrose1533. I've heard it's good… But I think she left Anyway, I should wrap this up, or my notes will be longer than the drabble! I love all of you reviewers to death! You guys make me all bouncy and want to write. XDDD