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IDIOT
by Masked Lover

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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, not ever, never ever never.

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Chapter 11

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The day was moving at a deafening crawl.

Kakashi looked up at the clock before shaking the realization that he wouldn't be able to see Obito today anyway.

It was slow days like this that Kakashi found himself forgetting himself and his responsibilities.

He caught the melodious laughter of Orochimaru floating by with a stretcher, "love, you're in love."

Before Kakashi could turn and correct the Sannin's behaviour, the man was already hurrying down the hall. A moan was echoing from the injured patient he was pushing like a shopping cart.

It was amazing, he would deny it if asked, but if there was some truth to Orochimaru's words.

More than being a dutiful husband, more than parting the hair from his ears before bed just to whisper a meaningless lover's "I love you" after making love, there was something that Obito had become.

He was no longer an idiot that Kakashi would point at accusingly and berate because he wasn't participating in his duties.

Obito had become... No, Obito was someone special in his life, and the war frightened Kakashi even more... Even if he didn't show it. Obito had become someone who Kakashi lay in bed with at night and when he was a good mood, would crawl beside and rest his head on when he was tired. And then Obito would laugh and say something like, "I think someone got spoiled." It had been so long since he had someone, his father Sakumo Hatake had committed suicide and Kakashi had silently endured. And until he married... Being proud and perfect had been satisfactory... Until Obito came into his life. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't confess he cared for his husband Obito, with the war was so close to taking him away. Obito was still so innocent in his eyes, yet boy who was growing so fast.

Already Obito was a head taller than his wife, although he knew that Hatake's grew into tall beings and from word of mouth, once confessed, "if I'm at least two inches shorted than Kakashi, my manhood won't hurt as much." (Or so Orochimaru says.) Kakashi had once heard a pair of older Uchiha laughing over how much of a stag their nephew was and instead of instilling fear into the men he blushed and carted his goods back home. His Uchiha husband had gone above and beyond Kakashi's own expectations, he said many things that night he had found out about Kakashi's pregnancy. Foolish things like, "I'm gonna make Konoha a great place, so our son or daughter can grow up to be anything he or she wants to be."

It was times like that which made Kakashi glad he had been paired with Obito.

But now Konoha had become a ghost town, had the medic staff had taken to the field. There were very few nin who stayed behind, and did so because of injury, pregnancy or old age.

Obito had become one of the many Chuunin that had been moved to the front line due to the increasing danger and ninja shortage. Although he was already brushing off the sympathy and well-wishers, it did nothing for him. The last Kakashi had heard from his loud mouthed spouse was month ago and he was already two months later. What bothered the white haired bride was that Obito hadn't even taken the time to contact him. Perhaps he was still... Obito wasn't mad, he was overwhelmed at first and recover impeccably. The expression that Obito's face made was a conflicting one, as if Fugaku had arrived on his doorstep and told him that he would have to lead the Uchiha's to glory within a day. Perhaps it was the responsibility or that it had come too soon.

Kakashi was aware that wasn't showing yet, but his unskilled work was making him a bit softer. Orochimaru and Anko had forced him to gain some weight and become more relaxed in his exercise schedule. It was difficult, the pace of life drove him insane but he continued to remind himself that it was he who wanted this child so much. He took pride in making love to Obito, someone who he once thought was crude and immature. Who, had taught Kakashi of his own inexperience and self-depreciating nature by caring for him so lovingly. Who never seemed so caught up in his good looks, who made love to him so carefully and passionately that his eyes glazed temporarily from the memory and drove him to distraction.

The hospital was in no way quiet despite the village's emptiness. Every seven hours or so a team of three or less would be rushed back. He would always watch for the signs of a shrill voiced girl, or a laughing instructor and most of all, the complaints of his goggled husbands who would probably complain all the way to the emergency room. Today, it was mostly Jounin. Those who would be in the same age group as his instructor, Yosubato.

It was cruel to say, be the former Hatake was relieved.

He had to change three times today because of all the blood, which gave Kakashi time to ease him mind and examine his stomach that was still flat and unnoticeable. Orochimaru had caught him looking at his stomach while in the change room mirror, several days past and it became his personal joke to tease the poker faced boy. At least he had been courteous enough to keep it an in joke because Anko would have driven him mad... But Anko had gone to the front line also...

Kakashi watched at the ticking arm that twitched like an insect antennae, his eyes urged it to hasten--even if the time difference was just by a minute.

"He said it was tough," Orochimaru rested his back against the receptionist's desk and drank his boxed juice noisily.

"Who?" Kakashi's eyes widened like an owl's. Obito?

"Your hubby of course," Orochimaru forced Kakashi to lock eyes with him. Orochimaru was a father twice, sometime after Obito must have sought the Sannin for some less than sagely advice. "He said it was tough because you shut him out. He didn't actually say it like that... He actually said something retarded but... I can't really blame you. It's been tough for you."

Kakashi looked at the schedule of operations that were occurring in his division, "why are you saying this?"

He tried to suppress the bubbling feelings sadness, but didn't back down.

"Obito said that he was in love with you. He told me that he doesn't know if you know."

The sudden realization stuck him and Kakashi gripped the papers before him.

"Where is Obito? What is he doing?"

Orochimaru aimed the empty carton of juice and released, watching the carton spin in the air elegantly.

It hit the side of the garbage can and bounced off, splattering bits of soy juice on the clean floor.

"Your team has been sent on a Special mission, they are to contact Kyuubi and convince him to aid our cause...

"...Kakashi?"

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TBC

Authors Note:

This chapter sucks ass. Forgive my ass because I wrote this late intending it not to suck... But it did. Thank you for enduring so long my readers, next chapter. DRAMA! And I will be replying to those who reviewed that last chapter, thanks for doing so. I need a swift kick in the behind sometimes.