Theme 9: Red
I was just planning on skipping ahead to next year's Christmas, but since people seem to want to see the Mistletoe kiss, I'm waiting one day before I time-skip, and will address the kiss in more than just a brief flashback. And although there is a slight delay, I, unlike some people who will remain unnamed, will not leave the audience waiting over a year for a certain time skip to occur. Damn it, all I want for Christmas is Kakashi Gaiden, is that so much to ask? Well, I also wouldn't mind finding Cloud Strife or any of the FFVII guys under my tree, but I'd be satisfied with just a torrent thread with young Kakashi and his teammates. Woah, long ramble. Sorry.
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Once the smoke from Kakashi's jutsu cleared away, Iruka found himself, rather anti-climatically, on the other side of the door they had just been standing by. Trust a jounin to use high level jutsu instead of walking two feet and opening a door…
"What are we doing out here, Kakashi?" Iruka deadpanned. Didn't the jounin realize he had small children to supervise? Those kids could destroy a building in under three minutes if left unattended (the village used them as a cheap demolition force whenever a condemned building needed to come down).
"I thought you'd want a little privacy. I mean, if you want all those impressionable children to see, Iruka-sensei, that's fine. We can step right back inside." Kakashi said, gesturing to the door. Iruka shook his head.
"Hurry up then. I need to get back in there." Iruka complained.
The Copy Nin slinked closer, and Iruka was sure he was smirking underneath that mask of his. He leaned forward. Iruka felt the warmth of his breath through the black cloth that hid the jounin's face, and there was a quick pressure of Kakashi's lips to his. Before he even had time to blink, it was gone.
"That's it?" Iruka asked, aghast.
"I still have one more." Kakashi replied, although he sounded hurt at Iruka's accusation.
"That's it?" the chuunin repeated. It didn't make sense…
"Well, what were you expecting?" Kakashi asked. Iruka was sure that that little bump under his mask was Kakashi's lip sticking out in a pout.
"I just thought that if you were going to drag me all the way out here, you'd at least make it worth my time." Iruka said.
Kakashi blinked.
Iruka groaned. "Like this." He said, and reached forward to tug Kakashi's mask down. The chuunin pressed their lips together hard and let his mouth mold around Kakashi's. When the jounin caught up with him and gently probed Iruka's lips with his tongue, Iruka opened his mouth and welcomed it inside.
Then, as abruptly as it began, the kiss ended and Iruka untangled himself from Kakashi. "That was much better." He told the jounin in a sing-song voice as he skipped back into the auditorium.
Kakashi waited at the back door for a few minutes, heart still racing. It was good and well for Iruka to go back inside- his tan skin hid any signs of a blush. Kakashi, on the other hand, had to wait quite some time out in the cold before his pale skin returned to its normal shade. For several long minutes, the visible portions of Kakashi's face were bright red.