Snow887: yep! Iruka is sooooo cute.. especially when he gets all angry and flustered! I love Kakashi! Glad that you liked the story!
Author's note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed... the fourth chapter is minimal dialogue and lots of narration... hope i don't bore everyone to tears! sniff sniff Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any Naruto characters
Chapter 4
2 weeks had passed since the day Kakashi was unceremoniously dumped at Iruka's apartment. Well, not dumped but rather forcefully-persuaded-and-left-with-no-choice settled in the spare room at Iruka's house.
Life revolving around the two ninjas, it seemed, had fallen into routine...
Morning for Iruka began with waking up before the crack of dawn and rushing through his daily morning routines. This was followed up by a stressful task of preparing breakfast for Kakashi, who at this time, would have woken up and would be yelling his lungs out for Iruka to "get your ass over here with my breakfast!"
Stressful because Kakashi always seemed to find fault with whatever Iruka had prepared. And it was only through much coaxing, cajoling and physical force that Kakashi grudgingly ate what Iruka had prepared.
Iruka bore Kakashi's bad temper with a cheerful smile and with the naïve hope that Kakashi would one day appreciate all that he had done for him and would just "shut up and eat his breakfast nicely."
As days turned into weeks however, Iruka realized his childish fantasy was not going to materialize. It was then that Iruka's eternal cheerfulness and love for all things living began to be gradually eroded, corroded and chipped away by Kakashi's complaints and ungratefulness.
It all came to an end one day when Kakashi had thrown his 10th insult at Iruka within the last 5 minutes. Iruka had blown his top.
Calmly though, as befitted Umino Iruka, one of the best teacher at the academy. Iruka prided himself for having survived through several batches of unruly, impossible young genins-aspire-to-be where some teachers had escaped, bearing on the verge of sanity with just one lesson with the class. Really, how difficult was it to deal with one irritating jounin that refused to keep his pervetic mouth shut.
Easy, Iruka thought.
As cool as a cucumber, Iruka sat the breakfast tray on Kakashi's lap, ignored the dirty look Kakashi shot him and proceeded to tidy up the mess Kakashi had made when he had fussed around the day before.
Instead of putting back the books on the shelf though, Iruka collected the various volumes of Icha Icha Paradisu, stacked them up neatly, did a couple of hand seals and calmly began to burn up the stack of books. All this without a word uttered, without getting angry, without a single threat or plea. He even managed to give Kakashi a bright smile.
Had Kakashi been well and able, Iruka would have found himself tortured to a sinister death within minutes. Unfortunately or fortunately for Iruka, Kakashi was hardly in a position to do so. He sputtered, stared and then gave a resounding scream.
Smiling, Iruka promised Kakashi that only if he were good then would the sacred volumes of Icha Icha Paradisu be returned to him.
If this was a game of cards, Iruka would have won hands down. As it was, Kakashi was as good as a babe after that.
It was only later that Kakashi could only howl in dismay at having been cheated by a mere chuuin in the game of wits. The flame had merely been the work of Genjutsu, an illusion. Iruka certainly did not have Uchiha's talents in creating fire out of thin air.
Deep down within him though, his heart betrayed him by praising Iruka for his smartness at having bested Kakashi and respect for Iruka raised a notch.
Truth to be told, Iruka didn't really mind all the teasing thrown by Kakashi. It was only when Kakashi went overboard and when he began to throw groundless insults that Iruka really lost it. In fact, he was a little ashamed at himself for that childish prank he pulled on Kakashi. It seemed like something only Naruto would do!
Since then, the two enjoyed their banter early in the morning but whenever Kakashi went overboard, Iruka would only have to threaten the welfare of Icha Icha Paradisu before Kakashi willingly submitted.
Iruka would then leave Kakashi to his own devices while he prepared lunch. He would then leave it beside the bed, usually with a glass of orange juice or milk (depending on whether he thought Kakashi was a good boy that day) and leave for the academy with a cheerful goodbye to Kakashi.
Sometimes, Kakashi's friends would pop over to say hi to Kakashi. Kakashi welcomed visits from Kurenai-sensei and Asuma-sensei. What he dreaded was the arrival of Gai-sensei, which was announced by a loud bang, purple smoke and a dramatic pose. Gai never failed to rattle on about how he would defeat Kakashi once and for all when he recovered. Their conversations were inevitable loud and one-sided, often ending up with Gai in tears when Kakashi gave him a bored expression and asked politely, "eh, what were you saying just now?"
It was with mixed feelings of bitter and sweetness that Kakashi looked forward to the times when Sakura would visit him, often with Tsunade who seemed determined to turn Sakura into a miniature version of herself. Kakashi didn't quite want to admit that Sakura had somehow wormed her way into him, hijacking a part of his heart, as had two other troublesome genins, whose whereabouts he dearly wished to know.
Seeing Sakura suffering under the hands of her new mentor made him laugh, her concern touched him and her perseverance at which she pursued her tasks won his heart. It also reminded him of a certain blond fellow who had been the key catalyst to spurring on the once love-struck teenager to become the sensible, capable chuunin she was today.
More often then not though, Kakashi's afternoons were long and lonely and he was often left alone to deal with his own demons.
Iruka would often return home in the late afternoon to find an unusually pensive Kakashi. Iruka didn't know what bothered Kakashi. He didn't try to hazard a guess. What he did was merely to share his daily escapades at the academy with Kakashi, to try and erase the jaded expression behind Kakashi's eyes.
It seemed to cheer him up.
They chatted away while Iruka prepared dinner. Sometimes they would watch television while eating dinner. But as Kakashi insisted on commenting on the "lousy acting" or "horrendous graphics" every few seconds, Iruka could seldom watch the dramas in peace.
After washing up, Iruka would then bury his head between piles of homework, marking furiously away and trying to win the race against time. It was usually close to midnight when he finally turned in.
Then on a rare day, Kakashi had silently volunteered to help Iruka with his "homework". Quietly, he had taken half of the stack of homework and had proceeded to mark them with the ease of a tensai ninja. So engrossed was Iruka in his work that it was only when he had completed the final exercise in his pile that he looked up and was shocked out of his chair at the sight of a certain silver haired jounin marking away steadily at the pile of exercises before him.
Iruka's heart gave a jolt. He was so pleased with Kakashi that he offered to make Kakashi a warm, lovely cup of coffee. Kakashi hastily declined though, having first-hand experience of Iruka's skills of coffee-making. He couldn't quite comprehend how Iruka who was such a great cook could fail at something as simple as coffee making. Nor could he understand why Iruka, amiable and likable by everyone in Konoha could be so intensely detested by the coffee-making machine.
Somewhat hurt, Iruka had then offered to sing Kakashi to sleep (as if he were just a little boy in need of some mothering) that night. Surprisingly, Iruka's soothing voice soon sent Kakashi into dreamland where he dreamt of a certain coffee coloured hair chuunin...
Kakashi was recovering at a healthy rate. Already he could get out of bed and move around on crutches with ease.His cuts and bruises were almost all gone and his strength was returning, albeit slowly.
Kakashi disliked anyone seeing him unmasked and would still put on his mask whenever he had visitors. He seemed to make the exception for Iruka-sensei though.
Iruka became accustomed to Kakashi's unexplainable mood swings. Thankfully, whatever sexual intentions Kakashi had displayed to him on the first day had vanished. It was with relief that he accepted this, although there was just the tiniest bit of regret...
Well, maybe not that tiny.
Unknown to Iruka, Kakashi found Iruka irritatingly attractive. It made no sense! Iruka was just okay looking. Yet he kept thinking how that Iruka's mouth would taste when he dipped his tongue in. How it would feel to run his hands over his chests, hear him moan... Kakashi could get hard just thinking about it.
There were times when he almost lost it, when all he had wanted was to grab Iruka's mouth down in one bruising, passionate kiss. He had exerted control like a real gentleman and had regretted deeply, wishing he had acted like a scoundrel instead and had taken what he wanted, just so that he could the obsession with Iruka out of his mind.
And yet... Iruka seemed to have no inkling of his sexual frustrations. Is he a moron or is he just sickeningly innocent!
Kakashi could only ground his teeth in frustration...
That's it! Hope to update soon... the fifth chapter would be much more interaction between kakashi and iruka! till then )
Comments/Criticism are all welcome )