So, I've been a fan of Kakashi/Iruka pairing for some time now, I think I must have read every fic with those two as protagonists(hehe well possibly not, hopefully is more like it I still want to read some more;) so I decided to make my own fic, now, I don't know if I'm any good at writing or not, but well… here goes nothing right?

Oh yeah, the disclaimer thing: I do not, I repeat, I do not own anything of the naruto world… there you go

Another thing: if this plot looks way to familiar for your liking I have nothing to say except that is not my fault, I didn't go out of my way to copy someone else's work, I wouldn't do that, it just happen that the world is so wide and we people are so many that we are bound to somehow find someone who thinks alike… oh and love is a universal theme hehe

Now… more rambling hehe just kidding

You belong to me

Chapter I: routines

He always kept things under control; there was always order in his little chaotic world… in his little chaotic way

And so, there he was… as it had become his routine, sitting on the same branch of the same tree, the same convenient view, and he asked himself how did all begun.

At the beginning there were only a few sporadic encounters, he would give his reports on the mission he had just fulfilled and he would take them… never more than a few words were shared, only those required out of courtesy.

Had that been the beginning of it all? Yeah… probably was.

And so the times of the missions went, but those missions grew boring and terribly long, so he did whatever he could to finish them up as soon as humanly possible… that obviously earned him even more to complete, but that was ok, in his mind that only meant that he needed to hand more reports. He was a happy man.

All of the sudden he found himself joining his loud pupil on the few meals they used to have, he said the love for ramen had stroke him one day and could not possibly go away any time soon; there were some untrusting glances shared, but that soon disappeared, it all mixed in a comfortable routine.

And he begun to get tired, training was hard and the job was not suit for a recognised genius as he was, so he went to rest to the forest, near the academy by the city. He said it would do wonders for his concentration skills, after all, if he could meditate around little rascals, he could meditate everywhere right? He earned a few yells, two "bakas" and a "lazy bastard" but after that it would all end up going back to normal, one more step in his routine.

And so it was that he found his comfortable branch on his ever present beloved tree, and every morning he awaited for the noise, because noise only meant one thing, all the little people would go out, leaving one lonely person in a room, whom would then go to the window and stare at the playing ground, never lifting his sight, never noticing him. But that was ok, those were the most perfect moments he would experience through the day, and he was glad for little blessings.

He loved the other's little routine too, after all, how could he not? He might under different circumstances find it boring, but he was a practical man if nothing else and he knew this too worked for his advantage.

He knew when the other appeared at the window that that day it would be apples, it wasn't Wednesday for nothing; he would eat it and wait till the recess was over, always watching through the glass. He knew that that day there would be a test, and that sensei would stay late because he had to finish grading papers, he also knew he would grade them at the teacher's room, there was better lighting and more space… there were also no trees near those windows… He didn't like test days.

And so finally he knew, he realized of what was so painfully obvious for the others, of course it took Asuma to tell him, but at the end he knew. He had a crush, and it was a blessing to know, it was incertitude that kept him up at night, so the knowledge was quite welcomed. Nights became tolerable because he now knew what he was ill for; and as he was sure, those feelings were famous for their inconstancy, they would soon fly away, so why not enjoy them while they were there? It wasn't really important that it was one sided, weren't those things supposed to be anyways?

And so his routine consumed his days and weeks, he after all felt at peace in the safety of his steps, if he could do nothing but watch him, he would still be happy.

And then his walks begun, always at night, always to the same place; the very first time it happened, he felt unsure. He couldn't sleep so he ended up walking away from his room, he could surely find some rest after a night stroll; then again, if he really thought about it, it wasn't all that much of a surprise finding himself on his door, and he could also blame it on sheer curiosity when he stood at his bedroom window, after all, he was known for his perverted ways, not that he minded much really, he was rather proud of that little accomplishment. His little precious title.

It wouldn't be the only time not the last one; it got again mixed on his routine. And he was happy for it; it was after all, under his control.

Every night he would stay awake, just staring trough the thin glass of the bedroom window, but every night became harder to leave, but he still would of course, because he was in control.

And then that night happened, the night when he wouldn't leave, he just kept staring, saying to himself that he would go soon… but, to be there… just some time more, a little longer… and the night died, and he awoke to the terrifying morning when he realized that he was no longer under control, and that he probably hadn't been for a while now. And he ran.

He spent a few days cloistered in his apartment, he didn't once respond to the pleads of his friends, he got worried the Hokage herself, all of that just for one day to go out as if nothing had happened. Of course, no one knew.

Love… it took him a while to get use to the concept; when did he lost so much of his self control and let a simple crush become something as dangerous as love was? Well at least he knew what he was fighting against, not that that made it any better. He was helplessly and stupidly in love with someone that if he was correct would not give him the time of the day even if his life depended on it… well maybe that was only him going all dramatic, but, love gives you licence to be so… and he would be damn if he didn't use the opportunity.

And so he decided to take control again, which of course landed him several more times under the same old beloved window.

Did he give up? Well of course he did, he just took his failure under a different approach; he decided that he was supposed to be there, and that maybe, by just standing there he would placate that "love" thing that was bothering him so.

And so he did, he spent again all of his days and nights watching over someone that would probably never realize that there he was just waiting for some sign, waiting for the moment the suspiciously innocent teacher would get a clue; honest to god, he couldn't believe there could exist someone as oblivious as he seemingly was.

But then… what if he wasn't? What if that innocent face was just a façade? What if he knew of his feelings? Then maybe he just didn't want to go for the trouble of telling him to back off, or maybe he just pitied him.

Gai was the first to notice how his seemingly sunny disposition begun to darken; he still talked like he always did, he still made fun of his easily peeved students, he still gave in into their little tournaments, but there was something the Jounin wasn't letting show… and for that Gai was worried.

And then everything started to change… it came the morning when he wouldn't lift from the floor, just waited under the window, very aware that he could get easily discovered, but at the same time yearning for that to happen.

He didn't glance at him once in his hurry for leave the house… it was indeed very late, at least that's what he told himself, he didn't had the courage to look at his watch or even to look at the sky and search for answers; he then understood that he was a coward, and that he didn't really wanted to know.

He then got assigned to do a very difficult mission, he took it without questioning. He should have thanked the heavens that he got to go with Gai. He wasn't all that attentive those days though.

Gai only asked him to do the report for them bought and the usual "never ever do that again" phrase friends sometimes say.

He handed the report as usual, well, if usual means to throw it into some poor "not so sure anymore" innocent Chuunin's face that is. That of course only earned him a few dark glares some other concerned ones and one of deep hurt and confusion, one that because of his own mental health was better off left ignored.

He kept his routine though, handing his reports… via Gai that is, he wasn't all that welcomed in the mission room anymore; going to that tree's branch and throwing pebbles at the window so that maybe someone would go out and look what the fuss was all about, although they eventually stopped caring; he still attended his meals at Ichiraku's he just didn't join tem anymore, not that they invite him anyway; and finally, he still went on those night strolls, he could not stop that even if he was forced to stop the others. He would forever if he had something to say in the matter stay under that window, yes, that was something no one could take away from him; that was something he wasn't willing to give away.

And so he fell ill, it was just a matter of time really; once more he should have been thankful for Gai's friendship, but he wasn't paying attention, and Gai understood anyway.

He had to fight him after he was cured though, which send the whole idea of an understanding Gai right to the toilette; oh well, he should have known better.

He never thought he would get the beating of a life time when he accepted the duel, obviously Gai knew what he was doing; that night was the first night he went home to sleep by his own wish, of course he understood Gai intentions right away… he just didn't understood why couldn't he just talk like normal people does… but never the less, point taken.

After some hopefully quick recovery, Kakashi would finally go and confront Iruka.

So? Did you like it? Uh? You loved it? Geez thanks, I'm a proud momma!

Well kidding aside, don't be too rude, I'm new at these XD