Me: Ok, I want to work on getting at least one of these fics done. Once again, if I owned anything, many of the fics I've read would not be fics, they would be tv episodes.
Yuki looked around. He was sure he would be able to beat Iruka-sensei to this place, but the young man was nowhere in site.
The place he had stopped at was an intersection of two paths; One was Iruka's normal route to and from the academy, and the other Yuki hadn't bothered to check out yet. He should have been, by his calculations, at least a few seconds ahead of time.
He kind of pitied the poor chunnin. He really had, to his credit, looked completely mortified. He wondered briefly if the other man was a virgin. It would explain a few things.
Shrugging, Yuki headed up to the apartment complex in which Iruka lived. The lights were out and the young man's neighbor, a young civilian woman, said that he hadn't come back since he left that morning.
"You night try the memorial stone though." She suggested. "When he's troubled by something or just feels sad, he heads up there to talk with his parents. Makes no big secret out of it. It's up that way." She pointed in the direction of the crossroad. He guessed she meant the road he hadn't been down yet. He should have known.
He thanked the woman and headed off. Several minuets later he was standing behind a tree, chakra carefully masked, listening to the teacher as he asked his parent's spirits for advice.
"-and I'm sure Yuki-san must think so poorly of me now….actually, now that I think about it, I wonder what Hatake-san wanted to talk to me about….? It must not have been to important if he still had time to insult me in front of Yuki-san and my entire class…. I know he hates me, but I apologized for our argument after the chunnin exams….."
Yuki blinked. So there was a reason behind the coldness between the two leaf ninja. Or at least, that was part of the reason, though he sensed it was more on Iruka's side than Kakashi's. Once again, this could well prove to be useful information. He just had to figure out how to use it to his advantage.
With Kakashi Not to Far Away
Kakashi should have been enjoying his favorite chapter in the latest issue of Icha Icha Paradise, should have being the key word in that sentence.He blinked as he realized that he had just reread the same sentence for the sixth or seventh time. Growling to himself, he stuck the acidic orange book in his back pocket. What was wrong with him?
Sighing, he scratched the back of his head. Iruka's injured, angry face flashed across his mind. What he had said was stupid, he would admit that. He had no idea why he had said what he had, but it had just sort of….slipped out. He blamed Yuki. Something about seeing the two of them together…..he just had a bad feeling about Yuki, and his sense of duty to protect the village kicked into overdrive around him. And since Iruka-sensei was part of said village, it irked him to see the two of them so closely together.
Yea, that was it. That had to be why he got so upset. Iruka-sensei hadn't done anything, after all.
But now he had a problem. If Iruka had disliked him before, he hated him now. And for some reason, Kakashi had a problem with that.
He decided that he needed to talk to Obito. His friend usually gave him some plausible ideas, even if he would never admit it to him. He headed for the memorial stone.
At the Same Time at The Memorial Stone
"Iruka-sensei?" Iruka jumped slightly at his name, spoken softly behind him. He hadn't realized anyone was behind him, though when he saw who it was, he was not as surprised.
"Yuki-san….." He said, standing from where he had been kneeling in front of the polished surface, tracing the kanji of the two people he lost to soon. "What are you doing here?" Yuki shrugged.
"Looking for you. Are you OK? Or am I interrupting something I shouldn't be?" he asked. Iruka shook his head, a small smile on his lips.
"I'm fine, Yuki-san. I just needed to have a talk with someone, that's all." He gave him a bright smile. "Did you need me for some thing?"
"No, I was just wondering…." And idea popped into his head "…would you like to go out to dinner with me tonight?"
Iruka blinked at him.
He opened his mouth and closed it again.
Then he smiled.
"Sure, Yuki-san,. I'd love to." Yuki beamed at him.
"Great! But please, Iruka-sensei, you don't have to be formal with me. We are friends after all, are we not?"
Iruka blinked, hesitating for a moment, his dream hovering on the edge of his mind for a moment, before he smiled again.
"Of course!" Grinning, Yuki leaned over, his mouth close to Iruka's ear, warm breath tickling the shell.
"Well then, I hope that means I'm not completely out of line here….." And with that, he placed a small, chaste kiss on the young teacher's cheek.
Startled, Iruka froze as Yuki pulled back, studying his face for a moment, before grinning his gorgeous grin at him again as he turned to walk away, calling over his shoulder
"I'll leave you to your conversing with the dead. Just be ready by seven. I'll pick you up then, Ok? My treat, your choice." And with a wave of his hand, he disappeared in to the trees surrounding the stone, leaving a still shocked and furiously blushing sensei.
"Maa, well aren't you the lucky guy, Iruka-sensei?"
For the second time in ten minuets Iruka found himself jumping at the unexpected sound of another human voice. His eyes snapped to a tree just to his right, surprise quickly changing to a look of calm coldness when he spotted Kakashi standing beside the tree a few feet away, slouched as usual, but sans his obnoxious porn.
"Hatake-san, did you need something?" He asked, his voice equally cold. Kakashi winced slightly, but the motion was hardly noticeable. Instead, he stepped forward, stopping a reasonable distance away.
"Ahhh….yea….." He rubbed the back of his head again, looking anywhere but Iruka. Just because he had come to the conclusion that this needed to be done, didn't make it anymore easier. Iruka raised an eyebrow. Kakashi took a deep breath.
"Maaaa…….look, Iruka-sensei, I realize you hate my guts, and that I haven't really given you a reason to revise that opinion, but….." Iruka's eyebrow was getting higher and higher. Kakashi suddenly swung his head around to look him straight in the eye, his cyclopean gaze, his penetrating, single blue eye, unbelievably serious, staring right in to his own. Iruka blinked, and found both his voice and his ability to move stolen from him once again.
"I just wanted to say…." Kakashi said softly, almost inaudibly "That I am very sorry for what I did in the class room this afternoon. It was out of line, and I wasn't….. I didn't mean for it to really come out of my mouth….I mean…..I didn't mean to say it, it's just that….." He trailed off, debating on whether or not to tell Iruka what he really thought of his dinner date for the evening. Iruka, recovering from h is surprise, turned his head to one side so that the other man couldn't see the blush that had, for some reason, chosen that moment to return to his face.
"I'm not going to apologize for slapping you." He said in a voice less cold and more huffy. Kakashi couldn't stop a small smile at the tone. The man sounded almost like one of the brats he taught.
"I wasn't expecting you to. I'm not even expecting you to forgive me. But you didn't deserve what I said." Now that he had started, this apologizing thing wasn't as hard as he had given it credit for. He didn't even need coffee! (A/N I'm not going to let that one go anytime soon)
"So then why did you say it?" Iruka demanded, finally getting his blush under control (it had to be the weather, damn changing climates) and turning to fact the copy nin across from him. The older man shifted slightly from one foot to the other slightly.
"Yuki-san makes me uneasy." He cocked his head to one side, regarding Iruka carefully. "He is a mist ninja after all. Be careful. You can never forget what he is, no matter how…..close…..you get to him."
The slight pause did not go unnoticed by Iruka, who arched an eyebrow again, but said nothing. They stood in uneasy silence for a few moments, the sun setting to the west casting an almost to bright gleam about everything. Then Iruka turned away, heading back toward the village.
"I accept your apology, Hatake-san." He hesitated a moment, turning to look over his shoulder at the older man, flashing him a small, slightly unsure smile. "And thank you."
And then, like Yuki, he too was swallowed by the darkening forest surrounding them.
Turning back to the stone, he felt Obito laughing at him.
"Oh shut up, at least I apologized. I don't do it often, so of course I'm going to suck at it." But he couldn't really gripe to much. Iruka had smiled at him. Sort of. And though it wasn't a large smile, for some reason all of the bad feelings he had had all day suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Me: Ack! Ohhhhh the suckiness! I don't like it but I'm posting it anyway. My muse id still on vacation. Once again, if anyone can give me any help, please do…suggestions are welcomed with open arms. Reviews are welcomed with much love from me. ; R&R please XD