Author: Agent Hatake (agentANBUhatake)
Title: Lovin' Dogs
Summary: KakashiKagome Shorts, because even Copy Cat Kakashi needs some lovin'. Inuyasha Naruto XOver
Disclaimer: Do I really need to say this for every chapter I post. Can't there be a universal disclaimer? Damn it, I don't own it!
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With Kagome 7 months along, she spent most of the day lazing around in bed, sleeping or just curled into a ball on her side and stroking her rounded stomach with slow sweeping motions.
And eating, definitely eating.
For the eight or so hours a day she was awake during her last trimester she would shower, eat lots of food, and head back to bed.
She got soo-tired soo easily. It felt like she couldn't get enough sleep, nowadays.
There was a knocking at the door and Kagome sighed. It was horribly difficult to get out of bed these days with her pregnant body, but thankfully Kakashi had been thoughtful enough to scoot the bedside desk drawer closer so she could pull herself up from bed with it.
She was wearing one of Kakashi's spare uniform shirts and one of his black pajama pants that were rolled up from the bottom and rolled down from the top to fit her size and his shirt sleeves were rolled up as well to where just the tips of her fingers could be seen. Her hair was down in a wavy mess, but she didn't particularly care.
Kagome loved wearing his clothes, they were big enough to dwarf her despite her large stomach and they still held Kakashi's lingering scent on them.
Kakashi was sent out on an S-Rank mission in Tsuchigakure. And that was all she knew. He said he would be back in two weeks max but it had already been two and a half weeks.
She was getting increasingly worried as the days went by, but she believed in him and so did his students.
Kagome padded out to the front door and softly slid it open, giving a tired smile to the people standing just outside her door.
Her smile dimmed and slipped the more they talked . . .
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"Naruto, guys, I'm alright. Really." She said with a sigh, it had been two weeks since she got news from Kakashi's mission; they'd give him another week before they labeled him as a ninja 'Missing in Action.'
When they told her that Intelligence had tested the mission scroll supposedly sent from their friends in Suna they had found out that, that particular mission scroll paper was unique to that of Grass Country's.
So not only had Grass Country purposefully lured some of Konoha's forces straight through Grass' territory to implement their plan of annihilation but also they had Konoha waste resources to investigate rumors of Tsuchigakure's supposed dealings with Akatsuki.
Which was sort of suspicious considering that not a week before they received the mission scrolls Konoha had gotten for Tsuchigakure's alliance in the war against Akatsuki.
Which . . .put Konoha in a precarious position.
Not only did Tsuchigakure have grounds to declare war on Konoha because of what would surely look like a breach in trust, but also Konoha now knew that Grass Country had some sort of affiliation to Akatsuki.
That's why Konoha was hoping that the team that was sent would come back within the next week so they could effectively hide all evidence of Konoha ever stepping foot anywhere near Tsuchigakure.
Naruto huffed, drawing his arms across his chest in a show of stubbornness.
They weren't going to leave her alone until she went along with them to a gathering of sorts. And the only reason she didn't want to go was because her feet started to ache after a while of walking.
Team Kakashi: Sakura, Naruto, Sai, and Sasuke were gathered in her living room, sipping on tea and munching on store bought cookies.
"We're just worried about you, Kagome." Sakura said with a soft look in her green eyes, settling the cup down on the table, "It's not healthy to stay cooped up inside the house all day."
Kagome sighed from her seated position on the couch. She had a gut feeling as to what might of brought on this over-protectiveness side of Team Kakashi.
They probably thought that she was a tad emotionally unstable since Kakashi's disappearance, but since her pregnancy began she'd been emotionally and hormonally unstable.
No big difference there.
And until she'd witness Kakashi's lifeless body for her own eyes, she'd refuse to believe that he was dead. And so, she was carrying on as usual.
No one denied that she had her own stubborn streak that appeared from time to time.
"Alright already." She said with a roll of her eyes and scooted to the edge of the couch and held her arms up for assistance.
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Kagome bit her lip, nearly salivating at all the delicious food on the grill that Chouji was in charge of. The heavenly smells were wafting over to her and she held down a pleasured sigh.
Chouji wasn't so conservative and openly showed his pleasure, giving a heartfelt sigh as the seasoned steaks sizzled on the grill.
Team 8, Team 10, and Team 7 along with Kurenai and Kagome were having quite the peaceful day. And if anyone felt the notable absence of Team 10 and Team 7's sensei's' absence, no one mentioned it.
It was a pretty chilly day and Kagome was fitted with a thick maternity kimono of lilac with soft cream-colored diamonds dominating the bottom hem. She wore a plain white cotton hiyoko underneath her kimono with a deep red obi tied around her middle and in a neat bow at her back.
Despite the warmth of her own kimono she had Naruto's jacket over her shoulders at his insistence. She had to roll her eyes at the gesture and shared a look with Kurenai as she helplessly shrugged her shoulders. Kurenai gave a very sympathetic smile.
The rest of the day was spent in a pleasant haze; continuing the Shougi match with Shikamaru that had, so far, lasted the longest with nearly three weeks on and off. There was still no clear winner in sight.
Kagome was seated underneath an orange and brown leafed tree, Shikamaru in front of her in a cross-legged position with hands in his lap in his familiar thinking pose. It was his turn next and if he didn't figure something out, she'd beat him in 10 –maybe 12- moves. But she got a feeling that this game wasn't going to end anytime soon.
Shikamaru made his move and Kagome sighed, slumping her shoulders as the tables were turned. Shino was silent beside them, staring carefully at the board with arms crossed loosely so he held his own elbows with his hands.
"Ano sa, ano sa!" Naruto interrupted, bouncing once before sliding on his knees beside Kagome. He leaned forward with his hands on his knees, excited; "You're going to let me baby-sit them, right? When they come out, I mean."
"Mendokuse, Naruto. . ." Shikamaru muttered and shortly after yawned into his fist with a large cat-ish stretch.
Even though Naruto had matured over the years, he still had this childish side of him that would probably never go away.
Kagome hoped it never would.
Kagome looked up briefly into Naruto's twinkling blue eyes and smiled, "Of course." She said as she smoothed the material over her rounded stomach a bit.
Kagome looked over his shoulder and gave a sort of rueful smile. She didn't know how many times she had caught Hinata with her Byakugan activated and staring intently at her stomach.
She turned her head back to stare into Naruto's blue gaze –so similar to her very own- and said softly, patting the hand on his knee with hers, "I was hoping you'd be sort of like their big brother and lend them your guidance in all things shinobi. I'm sure they'd learn a lot from you, Naruto."
"A . . .b-big brother?" Naruto said in a whispered voice and eyes wide. Kagome nodded and Naruto blinked with a pleased blush creeping up on his cheeks. He gave a big grin, his eyes squinting shut and said, "A-Aa . . .T-that'd be nice."
"Che! Naruto!" Kiba said; sauntering up from behind him with a big plate stacked with meat in his hand, "You're starting to sound like Hinata with all that stuttering."
Shino pushed his shades further up his nose; "I believe that was uncalled for, Kiba."
Kiba waved away Shino's words and kneed Naruto in the shoulder and grinned, "Congratulations, big bro."
"Hmm?" Sasuke said, using the back of Naruto's head as a footstool and leaned forward to press Naruto's head further down. "Do you even know how to be a big brother?" He asked in a snide voice, content to push Naruto's buttons; it was getting boring.
Naruto gritted his teeth, turned quickly and slammed his forearm against Sasuke's calf, "Like you know a lot about kids!" He growled out.
Sasuke smirked.
Sakura sighed and rolled her eyes at the boys from her spot at the park table. Ino sat down beside her with her own plate of food.
"I thought men got wiser as they got older?" Ino said as she splashed some barbeque sauce onto her steak.
Sakura snorted and gave her a disbelieving look, "My boys? Never."
She rolled her eyes at Ino's shrug and stood up, "I'm going to go make a plate for Kagome. Sometimes . . .I swear that woman will eat anything if I let her."
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Kagome sighed as she got under the thick covers; her feet were aching and so was her back. To rest from an eventful day like today felt heavenly.
She slipped Kakashi's pillow between her knees for cushioning and wiggled a bit to get comfortable on her side. There weren't many positions she could be in that were truly comfortable.
Kagome put a hand on her stomach, smiling a bit when one of her boys was making a point to aim at the warm hand on her stomach. For amusement she moved the hand a bit, only to giggle as minutes later she felt a hit against the palm of her hand.
She shifted her head a bit and immediately the picture frames on the bedside desk caught her eye. There were only two: one of Team Kakashi and the other of Team Minato. There was such a startling difference between the Kakashi of his youth with a stern look in his eyes and a no-nonsense pose to the slouched and happy eye smile version of today.
"Yo."
She looked away from the portrait and looked at the older version of Hatake Kakashi as he stood at the door to their room.
"Yo yourself."
She struggled a bit as she tried to get out of bed and into his arms; he didn't make a move to help her. The jerk. With a huff she was up and only then did she note the blood caked on his body, some old and crusted and the other looking fresh.
As if reading the concerned look in her eye he responded with a despondent, "It's not all mine." And then he lifted his arm in a sluggish move to point at the wound on his head and to the blood that tainted his hair a bit to look like a dark reddish-pink.
The blood looked thick on the side of his face as if he had time for the blood to dry and the wound to semi-heal and then fresh blood from the wound reopening once more slipped down and acted as a defroster of sorts to the dry blood.
She looked behind him, finally noticing the dirty trail he left behind him. There were footprints of mud, mixed with leaves and if the reddish tint around them were any indication, blood as well.
His fingers were tinted red and brown and there was splatters of blood and who knew what else on his clothing and hair; his mission had not gone well.
He unzipped his vest and shrugged it off onto the floor with a wince.
The shirt felt damp underneath her fingers either from his sweat or from water that hadn't gotten the chance to dry off completely. She wrapped her arms around his chest the best she could and was content to smother her face in his chest. She needed to get the scent that clung to him back into her system.
His body slumped into hers as if finally letting his guard down and buried his nose in the crook of her neck.
"Why didn't you go to the hospital to get that wound on your head examined?"
He shrugged in her arms and breathed in her scent, "Tsunade-hime said it wasn't that bad, so I left."
"Did she say anything afterward? Are you going to be sent out on another mission soon?"
He gave a one-shouldered shrug, "Didn't stick around long enough, I guess."
She put in the effort to not roll her eyes and instead tugged at the bottom of his shirt to untuck it from his pants.
"Already?" He said with mild amusement, but otherwise no inflection in his voice, sounding as if he was just going through the motions; like he was reacting like he was expected to react and not like he wanted to. It was weird and it bothered Kagome.
"You need a shower." She said and smacked his shoulder with the back of her hand for the comment. "You're not getting into bed without one."
"I could persuade you . . ." He said with a seductive lilt but it felt empty and a queasy feeling settled in the pit of her stomach.
"Are you okay?" She whispered and looked into his gray eye as if she could find the answer in it alone; the twinkle in his eye was flat and dull and her breath caught in her throat, "What happened? Did . . ." She swallowed and hesitated, "Did someone die?"
"Yes. . .No." He furrowed his eyebrows as he thought of the answer to her question but it refused to be caught in his mind.
". . .Let's take a shower together." He said instead after a few beats of silence.
She nodded and followed after him as they slipped into the bathroom.
It was when the warm water was finally turning clear again after sloshing off the mud and blood down the drain that he started to talk.
"I killed someone yesterday." He began slowly. He was facing away from her with his head ducked down and his hands laying flat against the wall, body slumped; the spray was hitting the back of his neck and running down the length of his back in rivulets.
Kagome was staring at his back, looking at all the old scars littered across his back and the fresh gash that ran across his right shoulder horizontally and stopped centimeters away from his spine. She could see why he had winced when his vest and shirt was shrugged off.
Kagome frowned; while she didn't openly oppose him being a part time assassin, she didn't exactly approve; she didn't feel comfortable with killing people. 'But,' Kagome thought with sadness as she looked at his figure, 'he needs me to be strong . . .I'll be strong just for him.'
"He reminded me so much of me . . ." Kagome stepped close to him, winding her arms around his middle and resting her forehead on the middle of his back. "He was a chunnin and couldn't have been older than eight."
He chuckled, but it lacked the amusement, "Eight."
He took a shuddering breath in and said softly, "He had clear blue eyes . . .blue eyes that reminded me of Naruto . . ." 'and you.' Was left unsaid, but she understood silently and pressed a kiss onto his left shoulder, where minimal amount of rivulets ran through.
He squeezed the hand around his middle with his own.
"I've imagined what our children would look like before . . .your blue eyes and black hair and maybe they'd take after my personality."
Kagome faked a shudder and laughed softly, "Maybe they should just take after me in that department, too."
His shoulders shook and he chuckled, "Maybe."
It was a testament to his distress that he didn't turn around with a faked wounded look on his face and with a pout after that and hadn't tried to sell her on his good points with . . . extra special care in detailing every good point.
"For a moment, I thought I was staring at my son . . .that I was killing my own son."
Kagome's breath hitched and tears were spilling over her cheeks, "Kakashi . . ." She said softly, unable to say anything else. She pressed her swollen stomach firmly against his back, giving him a firm reminder that they were still there, that his sons were still alive.
There was a deep sadness in her heart for him but something else was bubbling over, a hot emotion that was only getting stronger and hotter the more she thought about it.
"That was not your son." She said with a growl, her words reinforced with steel. How could he think so lowly of himself . . .? How could he- "That was your enemy."
Her breath was hitching and she was having trouble keeping the tears at bay, "You would –you would never kill your son!"
There were sobs building in the back of her throat and her breath was hitching so bad she thought he wouldn't be able to understand her.
"The m-man I love is N-NOT a cold hearted monster!!" She said with a broken-hearted wail that she pulled back to rub the tears away with her fisted hands; her shoulders shaking as she cried.
Hands on her wrist pulled her hands away from her face and a cry was caught in his mouth as he kissed her softly and thoroughly; his breath warm and lips chapped.
Her eyebrows furrowed, concentrating on expressing every emotion she felt through this kiss, trying to tell him without words what she felt.
Sadness, anger, pain, love . . . so many emotions. God, she was so damn emotional!
"I'm sorry." He said with a light voice, so very different from his despondent voice from earlier.
"You jerk." She glared at him through her tears, the liquid blurring his figure and the twinkling gray eyes from view.
"You're such a jerk!"
She yelled before reeling him in for another frustrated and heated kiss.
It'd been so long since she had sex.
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A/C: For some reason what Kagome last said brought me back to the episode where she was screaming the exact same thing at Inuyasha in the dubbed version. That image of her popped into my mind and so did her tone of voice. It was pretty awesome in an odd kind of way.
I know it's been a while since I've updated Lovin' Dogs, but I was sort of stuck and I knew where I wanted to go with this chapter but I couldn't get the wording right.
It was so darn frustrating that I was about ready to just skip ahead and post the next chapter of LD. But I stuck through as you can see.
Can you tell me how I did?
I can't believe I got so many reviews. You guys . . .you guys are so amazing for taking the time to encourage me with your words. Even the short ones made me happy.
Thank you so much.