Me: Oh! I am so sorry for not updating sooner, though I would be lying if I told you school kept me. I'm the kind of person who never brings her homework home, half-asses all schoolwork, and still makes A's B's and the occasional C. I still haven't figured that out yet, but I don't cheat, so I thank God for my large amount of luck. My problem is simply that I have a large problem with blocks of the writing kind.
I have recently developed an obsession for Pet Shop of Horror and the Digimon Tamers Pairing Hirota, (which more people need to write on, btw.) I'm sorry if this chapter sounds forced, because it is, so I have an excuse. I couldn't just sit around and not update though, it was bothering me, so thank you to all the people who reviewed and kept me breathing, I hope this chapter won't disappoint to much.
Kakashi stared up at his ceiling in the pre-dawn light. His hands were starting to go numb in their position behind his head, a testimony to how long he had been lying there awake, contemplating.
Surely the jealousy he had felt the night previous had something to do with Iruka-sensei doing his job of keeping an eye on Yuki-san for him (unwittingly though it was), and better then he was at that. It had absolutely nothing to do with the kiss the other Jounin had placed on the school teacher's hand. It just wasn't logical.
He had spent all night telling himself this, and now he was sure he had himself firmly convinced.
Positive.
Absolutely.
100.
……….He needed coffee.
Climbing slowly out of bed at the ungodly hour of six forty-five in the morning for the second day in a row, the silver-haired man slipped his mask and hitai-ate on. If anyone else had been awake to see it, he would have cut a comical site with his facial gear on over a fluffy pink bathrobe (which he insisted to himself was light blood red to compensate for the fact that the shade could be described as neon), but as no one was up and about, not even his house guest, who was sleeping soundly in the guest bed room, no one was there to see it.
Kakashi slipped by the door to the guest room extra carefully and stealthily. Part of the reason he hadn't been able to sleep was because he had had the overwhelming feeling of sleeping right next to the enemy, one that could slit your throat without warning. The feeling came back full force as he caught a glimpse of his rival sleeping through the slightly-ajar-door.
………..He really needed coffee.
An image of Yuki leaning over and brushing his lips over Iruka's Carmel colored skin popped into his mind. He wondered if that skin actually did taste like candy, and he felt the previous night's envey come back with a vengeance. Dammit! He couldn't even let his guard down around himself anymore! His hand strayed to the larger of his mugs.
He really needed a lot of freaking coffee, and he needed it now, dammit!
On the Other Side of Town in Iruka's Apartment at the Same Time
Iruka slowly combed his fingers through his silken sable locks once for good measure, making sure his comb had wrestled all the matted tangles from his rather fitful night's sleep out. It flowed through his fingers like dark night's water; Smoothly and without hindrances. Satisfied, the man swept the shimmering locks back into his usual high ponytail before obscuring the loose hairs that fell around his face with his hitai-ate, chewing his bottom lip all the while.
His dreams had bothered him that night. They weren't his usual ones of taking Naruto to the ramen stand, teaching class in his underwear, or anything like that. Hell, they hadn't even been his run of the mill nightmares, like the one where he was being chased by a giant bowl of ramen, his students getting killed, Naruto getting injured, or even of his parents dieing in the Kyuubi attack.
The dream had stared out normal enough. He had been teaching his class, pants on, when a voice had hailed him from the door. That meant, he had thought to himself, that it couldn't have been Hatake-san because on his rare trips to the academy, he always used the window.
"Sensei, over here!" The person hailed him again. He had turned to look.
"Yuki-san!" He had said with a smile, not in the least surprised to see the man for some reason. The other man had flashed his gorgeous smile at him. Iruka distinctly heard some of his older female students sigh wistfully.
"You still don't mind me sticking around, do you Iruka-sensei?" He had asked. Iruka was touched that he had done so. Most people (coughKakashicough) just came in and sat on his desk the whole time without a word of warning.
"Of course!" he had replied. Yuki-san had beamed and sat in an extra chair to the side of the room.
Iruka continued to teach class normally enough for a few minuets, before it happened.
He was in the middle of re-teaching the lesson on how the hold both shuriken and kunai differently when the window snapped open and Kakashi-san had leapt through. Iruka had turned to tell the older man off for being so rude, and could he please use the door next time, when he felt an arm wrap its self roughly around his waist and the sting of cold, sharp steel biting against his neck, begging it's master for some blood; His blood.
"Don't move, Kakashi, or your precious teacher will loose all his blood in front of the kids." Kakashi had frozen at Yuki-san's threat, eyes glaring hatefully at the other man. Iruka had been startled to see the Sharingan. Whatever was going on, it must be bad. Iruka had suddenly felt so stupid for trusting an outside nin like he had.
"Konahamaru, don't!" he heard another child whisper. His heart froze. Yuki-san had apparently heard it to, because he had grabbed a kunai out of the holster on his leg (why hadn't Iruka seen it when the man had walked in?). Everything slowed down for Iruka and he felt adrenalin rush his system. He might not know what was going on, but no one, and he meant no one, raised any kind of threat against his students while he was still drawing breath. EVER!
As Yuki had let the kunai fly, Iruka had taken his momentarily divided attention and put it to good use. He had rammed his elbow into the other man's stomach, catching him off guard enough that Iruka could slide out of his grip with only a minor nick to his skin. He leapt after the knife, intersecting it right before it hit the young boy. That gave Kakashi time to leap forward. Yuki spotted him and leapt out of the way.
"Give that scroll you stole back!" Iruka heard him hiss. Yuki simply dogged him again. They were near the window, and Iruka couldn't let this continue in the class room anymore. As Yuki went to block a kunai, Iruka rammed into him, knocking him off balance and forcing him to go out the open window. But not before the older man's hand shot out and grabbed his arm, dragging him with him. He had only been able to catch a brief glimpse of Kakashi's single eye, wide with surprise and horror, before….
………He woke up.
Iruka figured it just showed that he still didn't trust the other man, no matter how nice he seemed. Like a ninja, he was always looking underneath the underneath, and he jus wasn't used to trusting enemy nin in his home village. Hell, when an enemy nin got into the village, you were usually supposed to kill them.
He wasn't stupid. He knew that the reason Hatake-san had been hanging around so much the day before was because he was probably told to keep an eye on Yuki-san. While Iruka defiantly felt safer around the Mist nin knowing that, he still wished the Hokage could have assigned someone else to the job. Hatake-san made him antsy, and he still had yet to figure out the reason. And after the stunt Yuki-san had pulled (he figured it was just some kind of Mist curtsey, but still!) the night before…..
He felt a blush rising up into his cheeks at the memory of the other man's soft, warm lips against the sensitive skin on the back of his hand. Realizing he was cradling his hand while his stomach twisted slightly, he shook his head vigorously, trying to rid himself of the thought. It had felt good in an off sort of way.
Grabbing his book he headed out the door, setting traps as he went, and, shoving his dream to the back of his mind, went to find Yuki-san before he went to the school.
Me: well, sorry thins isn't longer, but I've used up all of the few motivated ideas I could come up with. Sorry…….Review, maybe I'll be inspired. ….And if you have any suggestions….feel free….I'm going to watch the fifth One Piece movie now. Maybe that will help…..