DISCLAIMER: Yeah don't own Naruto or Shakespeare.
SIDE NOTE: Sorry about the wait… I've been grounded… tee hee…
Act 2 Scene 1: Old Romances A Flame!
A cool wind washed over the forest, rousing the creatures inside. A smooth ripple took over the still water at the foot of the old statue, leaves danced around the men who stood in the clearing where Puck ruled. The usually easy going sensei took a fighting stance, kunai at the ready as he took in the view of Uchiha Itachi, the slaughterer of the Uchiha Clan, and the Ex-Nin Gaara, thought to have been dead, standing before him. Itachi stood his ground and let a soft chuckle escape from his pale lips. "My darling Iruka, is that anyway to greet old friends?"
Itachi's brown eyes widened, old friend? Just who was this murdering fuck head calling old friend? "I see no men before me who I can honor with friendship." The sensei didn't loose face, he held his ground, "All I see is a monster and a murderer."
The words had stung Gaara, his mind slipped to the days of his youth where every one called him a monster and would try to beat him up, only for him to kill them and have their families in turn call him a monster. It hurt because he knew this sensei to be kind and have a gentle heart, not even the fox kit was a monster in his caring eyes, but apparently he was. Gaara's thoughts were interrupted by the booming laughter of the vampiric looking man next to him. "Iruka you have never thought me a murder, but a child with no direction who was scared, nor has any child been a monster to you. Lower your kunai, you look ridiculous in that stance."
As Iruka did what he was ordered, the Uchiha took the opportunity to look over his lovely's body. The young sensei was wearing a black tee-shirt that hugged his chest so well it left nothing to the imagination, clinging to his slender hips was a set of olive green cargo pants that kept the secrets of his lower half close. His tanned skin looked softer with the sunset's soft light causing him to glow, his chocolate brown eyes looked like they had flakes of burnt orange in them, and his hair was loose and hanging to just past his shoulders. Itachi smiled at the changes of his precious, but smiled at the familiar scar that was still present across the bridge of the sensei's nose.
Iruka knew this to be true; he was too kind hearted to be a serious Nin that was why he became a sensei in the first place. Relaxing, the young sensei formulated a plan pretending to be himself though he knew he needed to prove himself as a Nin and took a normal stance. Though his plan seemed suicidal, he began to test it anyway; he knew they would have killed him if that was why they were truly there. "Well," he smiled, running a tanned hand through his soft honey brown hair, "I know that you woulda killed me on sight if that were your purpose here, but tell me what is your purpose here Itachi, you know you are forbidden to be here. And you…" Iruka paused to see that Gaara was still alive even though the corpse was examined and pronounced dead, his face fell a bit and worry took over, "you're supposed to be dead."
In his mind, the red heads thoughts were swimming, he doesn't think I am a monster… he doesn't even look frightened about me not being in the grave. What a weird little man. He smiled at his own thoughts as he gave the odd sensei a once over. "There are many mysteries that are going unsolved, let this be one of them little sensei." He almost grimaced at the arrogance of his own voice.
A warm smile took the sensei's face over, "that is something I can respect. I am however going to have to request your swift removal from these premises, you are a wanted man, and you," He paused at Gaara to think of how to put his words," you are to be killed permanently. I may not have the strength to do it, but I can summon the ones who do." The sensei warned, his face so strangely stern both men laughed at the attractive sensei's warning. Seeing their laughter as an opening the sensei began to do swift hand gestures and the kunai he had tossed had multiplied and both men were caught off guard by the barrage.
A cold chuckle left the lips of the kunai filled Uchiha, he rose his dark eyes to be level with the light ones of Iruka, "That wasn't very nice Iruka, but very clever, that is one of the reasons I want you so."
Gaara looked from one man to the other, homosexuals? He thought to himself as he began to pull out the leftovers of the barrage from various locations on his body. Feeling the familiar metal in his hands, a feeling reawakened in the Nin. Kill, a familiar dangerous voice whispered in his ear. He immediately clasped his hands to his ears, dropping the kunai and falling to his knee's he whispered a plea to the sweet voice echoing in his head.
The generally sweet sensei had the look of death in his darkened eyes, his hands moved in a blur of gestures and the ground began to shake. All was stopped when the Uchiha had the young sensei pressed against a tree, his body crushing the smaller to the old bark of the oak. Iruka gasped for air, he hadn't even seen the Uchiha move let alone heard him. His brown eyes were wide with shock and he withered his body to try to escape the body of the Uchiha. He felt the pressure release when he felt his legs being pulled about Itachi's middle and his back being pulled from the tree, instinctively he wrapped his arms about the Uchiha's neck. He blushed and tried to let go when he was slammed against another tree, this time not only was Itachi's body pressed against his, but so were the soft, rose petal lips that belonged to this rugged outsider.
Shock took over Iruka and he died a bit inside when he felt a tongue glaze his lower lip and slip in investigating the inside of his mouth. He immediately pulled away, finding himself on his ass and Itachi standing over him with a smug grin. "Nin learn the best element to have on your side is surprise," he bent over and tilted the sensei's head up, smiling at the blush that covered his cheeks and the faint scare of his nose, how his lips were red and slightly swollen from the encounter.
Iruka was in complete and utter paralysis, a tanned hand went to his lips, his black tee-shirt threatening to rip from the gesture, his muscles being tightly bound in the shirt gave Itachi the excellent view of his sensei's finely chiseled body he felt he deserved. Turning his attention to his red headed friend, he strode over to his side and picked him up. "We shall meet again soon Iruka." Itachi warned as he walked away with the boy clutching him for dear life.
Once the crunch of his footsteps left the hearing range of the youthful sensei, he curled up on the ground and began to berate himself. "Stupid, stupid, stupid." He groaned, "that is all you are, a big fat failure, and a fuckin' homo to boot!" He groaned again, "Then fighting, then getting… getting…" he couldn't bring himself to say what had actually happened, then whole ordeal flashing before him as if it were a movie only on replay for one scene. "Oh well," he groaned, "I a piss poor Nin, I should be shot…" The statue of Puck stood solemnly over the fountain at the base of which the attractive Nin lay in remorse. Another gust of wind brought leaves into the grove where the Nin was curled up, blanketing him in leaves, his eyes drooped and he drifted off into sleep. His dreams filled of the image of the young assailant who dared steal his lips.
Side Note: sorry it has been so long, I have just really been grounded a lot! Reviews keep the chapters coming, so review please!
