A/N: This is the yaoi, actually its more like shonen-ai angst, but if that sort of thing upsets you or you have a thing for Iruka or Kakashi and can't live with the thought of them preferring each other to say, well, you personally, then maybe you should skip this.

The relationship is just an element to the story and the guys are pretty true (I think) to character! That being said I think Kakashi is as straight as an arrow in the manga, I just thought it be fun to write a character like this!

Disclaimer: Alas, Naruto will never be mine

Chapter 2 - At First Sight

The wind was dewy and surprising cool for a summer morning as Kakashi sat on a high roof just south of the Hokage monument. He was enjoying his morning breakfast of instant coffee and a pack of sweet rolls while the sun's brilliance highlighted the watching sentinels. To him they were the perfect companions to start the day. He found they did not say much, but they always had a smile.

The Hokage were people he respected and, in case of the young looking guy on the end, loved like a father. He didn't get out to see them a lot, but they always made him feel a part of something bigger or greater than just himself. For him with teammates gone and no clan to speak of... it helped.

Sucking the last bits of icing off his fingers he swished the final bit of caffeinated goodness in his mouth before tossing the styrofoam cup down to a dumpster five stories below. He pulled his mask up over his nose and adjusted his forehead protector cover the Sharigan he had been given as a gift a while back. Finished, he sighed contentedly.

"I'm ready for anything," he thought. Getting up to leave he gave a small wave goodbye to the silent hosts.

He sped off towards the Ninja administration building when he realized his pockets felt a little lighter than usual.

"Oh, I forgot my book," he said aloud.

Hatake Kakashi was a man of many fine qualities, but a good attention span was not one of them. He got bored way too easily for most people's liking. A good book was the only way to pass the time, most times, and he had just gotten the next volume in his favorite series this one entitled 'Icha Icha Classroom." It had sounded very educational.

He knew ecchi novels were perhaps a little immature at this point in life, but he didn't care. At least they kept his attention and they certainly didn't require a lot of brainpower.

He doubled back along the rooftops at a relaxed pace when he spotted something that made him stop dead in his tracks. Looking down through a window he spied someone naked in their apartment. Now normally he didn't bother which such simple-minded pursuits, but he felt compelled for some reason to stop and watch for a bit.

He saw that it was a young guy who had a tight, smooth body and a fantastic- looking butt. It looked like he just got out of the shower, since he was bent over slightly drying his hair. He was swaying a little and it took a Kakashi second to realize was actually dancing to something. Straining his ears, he faintly heard music playing in the background. It was something energetic and upbeat, like a pop song. The entire scene was turning out to be pretty arousing.

Kakashi had to swallow to ward of the sudden drool reaction he felt coming on; always a danger for the masked professional. Then the man, who still had his back to the window, threw the towel down to the bed. He started to brush out his hair which appeared to be long and a dark glossy brown. Snatching a rubber band from a dresser in front of him, he started to gather his hair up in a ponytail. This nubile adonis was still swaying his hips to the music as he kept arms raised occupied with tying. The spectacle was driving Kakashi crazy.

"This is great." he thought as he adjusted his pants a little to compensate for the sudden lack of room. "This guy should sell tickets." He leaned forward a little hoping desperately this guy would turn around. He had to see who this was.

"I hope the front end is as nice as the back end," he murmured to himself.

Hair done he dropped his hands to his sides and finally turned to face the window. Kakashi's eyed him slowly from the bottom up. "Very nice," he thought. It was then, all of the sudden, he recognized who this was.

"It's Iruka," he noted with surprise. "Well, well, he looks a lot better with his clothes off."

Iruka was looking right in his direction now when his face became angry and he began to charge towards the window.

"Oh no," Kakashi realized, "He sees me." Disappearing in a puff of smoke he didn't stop to catch a breather until an alley two streets over. "That was close. I'm sure he didn't recognize me."

Hatake was very late at this point and decided he would double back to his apartment to pick up the book after lunch. In fact, as he sped off to the administration building all he could think of was how many days he should wait before he tried to catch a repeat performance. He could even get one of those disposal camera's with no flash.

The copy ninja was in a great mood when he checked in at the front desk with the dispatcher. Ever since his genin team had moved on to other things about three years ago he was just taking easy. Doing some of the easier B rank missions solo, in fact he was even considering volunteering to be an instructor in the next chuunin exam.

Anko was on mission dispatch duty when he got there. The fiery female jounin was always quick to make a smart remark, but Kakashi had to admit she had a wicked sense of humor he enjoyed.

"Ohayou, Anko-san!"

"You mean konichiwa, right Kakashi?" she shot back tapping her watch.

"Oh yes of course, komen, komen! I forget an important personal item and then was distracted by majesty of our great memorial to the Hokages."

Anko's eyes narrowed to slits.

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Here's your assignment..."

Anko broke off what she was saying as she was interrupted by the slam of the front door. Iruka had come in and was giving off an extremely miffed aura. The dozen or so shinobi around the room all looked up for a moment before returning to their conversation. It was rare for a ninja to ever made that much noise unless is was on purpose. . . well that or they were Uzumaki Naruto.

He stalked over to Anko's desk staring a hole right through Kakashi. The jounin put a hand to the back of his head and put on his most winning smile. Alas, its effect was hindered by his choice of facial attire. He was surprised nonetheless when Iruka completely ignored him and started off conversation with Anko.

"Ohayou Anko-san."

"Ohayou Iruka," she replied neutrally.

"Just thought I'd let you know I'm covering the summer cram class for Ino-sensei this morning. I know I'm rarely called for missions, but for protocol I wanted to make sure I stopped by."

Anko looked at him and briefly at Kakashi before responding.

"Domo, Iruka."

The conversation ended and turned into an uncomfortable silence. The pause lengthened until Iruka finally addressed him. The academy teacher's voice was icy and he refused to turn and actually look at the jounin while speaking.

"So, did you enjoy the show this morning?" said Iruka acidly.

Kakashi's eyes narrowed a little in obvious confusion. "Well, I guess he recognized me," he thought, "This has to be a trick question." The jounin chose to go with the shy, yet honest approach.

"Umm... yes?"

Crimson flooded the sensei's face as he gritted his teeth. With a groan of muted rage he spun away to exit out the side door toward where the academy building lay.

Kakashi exhaled with relief.

"At least he didn't scream at me," said the copy ninja.

"What do you mean by that Kakashi?"

Damn, he had forgotten about Anko.

"Oh nothing at all," he said cheerfully with a of his wave his hand. "What was my assignment again?"

Anko's heart-shaped face lit up with a mischievous glow. "Oh no Kakashi, you're going to spill the beans on this one. I want to know what happened between you and Iruka-kun."

Kakashi arched an eyebrow. "I see, Iruka-kun?"

"Tell me or you'll be getting solo D rank missions for a month," threatened Anko.

He threw his hands up in mock surrender.

"Let's just say that my morning routine and his sort of crossed paths."

Anko leaned back on her chair balancing on the back two legs. She rocked back and forth considering what he had said. The wheels of her mind trying to dissect his nonchalant statement down to its juicy core.

Kakashi did not appreciate the attention. He contemplated giving the table a quick shove while she was perched precariously on the chair like that. If all went well, she would get knocked senseless by the fall backwards. It would look like an accident. Tsunade could heal practically anything. It was the perfect plan.

"Ah-hah!" yelled Anko falling forward to jump up and lean crossed the table, "You got caught peeping!"

He cursed himself for not acting on his idea to put her in a coma sooner. "I always hesitated at the wrong times," he chided himself silently.

Kakashi looked up at the ceiling and replied with a laugh. "Your imagination is very impressive Anko. You should write mystery novels."

"Looks much better with his clothes off doesn't he?" she said slyly.

It was Kakashi's turn to now stare at her with suspicion. "How would you know?" he said.

Anko gave him a look of triumph. "Simple. Iruka and I were academy grads the same year and we were genin at the same time too. Different teams mind you, but we did enter and pass the Chuunin exam together."

The scarecrow scratched his head thoughtfully. "You've been a Jounin specialist for eight years now? When did you?"

Anko folded her arms under her cleavage in annoyance. "Not everyone was genius freak-of-nature like you Kakashi, I was fifteen when I passed Chuunin. It was during that very exam in fact." She scooted down off the table to resume her seat in the chair. She had a very pleased expression on her face, very much like a cat that had just caught something and swallowed it before their owner could see.

"I consider him to be one of my more delicious conquests." She was almost purring.

Kakashi was intrigued. "You deflowered Iruka during the exam!" he said.

Anko's mood shifted like lightning and she gave him a sour look.

"I'm suddenly tired of gossiping" she responded brusquely. "Here," she said tossing a sealed scroll at him, "that is a message from the Hokage to the ministry of finance in the western capital. You have exactly two days to report back. Next!"

He studied her for a moment before coming to the conclusion that it was a hopeless task to squeeze more out of her. Delaying too long already he set out to complete the new mission.

He wasn't sure why he cared so much about Iruka's romantic past, but his mind couldn't help replay this morning's events over and over again. Infatuation was something he hadn't felt for a long time. He was so distracted; he didn't even remember to go back for his book as he passed out the village gates.

TO BE CONTINUED