IMPOTANT! PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE GOING ANY FURTHER:
THIS IS A KAKARUKA AND ITADEI CHAPTER!
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LITTLE OR NO CONTENT ON SASUNARU, NEJISHIKA, GAALEE AND SHINOKIBA! SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE THESE PAIRINGS, (KAKAIRU AND ITADEI) YOU ARE NOT OBLIGATED TO READ THIS CHAPTER IN ANY WAY. MORE OR LESS IT WILL NOT AFFECT THE STORYLINE. THAT IS ALL.
Now with that aside...I've been dying to write a Kakairu for months now! Their my OTP in the Narutoverse. Itadei is something I've never really explored, so it'll be fun to play with them. I love Itachi, and Deidara is amusing. They're like an older version of Sasunaru.
But really who doesn't love Kakairu, they're so adorraabblee! I just wanna coo at them!
Also...These pairings deserve their own chapters for their entrance into the story so...
I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can, or Sasuke's gonna ameratsu my ass. And I rather like my ass. It's so bootilicious!
Enjoy the chapter...Read on!
P.S. No specific day...
Iruka remembered the day he met Kakashi as clear as day.
It was just a sometime after he graduated fresh out of teachers college, about four months before he met Naruto.
He was at the supermarket getting groceries...:
Iruka looked longingly at the plump, red fresh looking tomatoes in the fruit section and sighed.
He took up an orange and examined it instead.
The thing about being Mizuki's boyfriend-well one thing out of a million- was that he didn't tolerate anything red in his food, no exceptions.
The first time he had given him something red in his food...well; he didn't want to remember the giant bruise that accompanied his cheek for that week.
That's why they never ate at restaurants...there was no telling if there was something red involved in the preparation that left the bright color to be seen in Mizuki's food.
Mizuki was a kind person...was.
Mizuki never ever raised his voice when they first met and he always showered him with affection and kind words. But after the first few weeks Iruka always felt like he was lacking...maybe it was the way Mizuki's eyes strayed off him whenever an attractive woman passed, no matter where they were...or may be it was the way he seemed fake his laughter around Iruka and then when he thought he didn't notice, let his fake smile drop like a sack of bricks...and scowled sourly.
Now Iruka was sure Mizuki was cheating on him, he never dared mention it though. Mizuki got testy when he ever said anything about him being unfaithful.
Just last night, he had come back to their apartment from the gym and when Iruka had only commented on the fact that he didn't remember him having any sort of Irish Spring scented soap or body wash, Mizuki had advanced on him and shoved him into a side table, the jutted out part digging painfully into his side.
Iruka winced and dropped the orange as his bruised side ached slightly.
Sighing once more, he watched the orange roll for a second, before going after it.
He reached down to pick it up but before he could get to it, a pale hand snatched out and grabbed the orange.
Surprised, Iruka looked up at the taller male...and saw the damn sexiest smile he had ever seen as well as a magnificent shock of silver hair sticking up impressively to one side.
Wow, was the word that came to mind.
Light pink lips parted and Iruka listened to the devilishly sexy tenor of the unknown man's voice. Somewhere in the produce section a lady fainted.
"Is this yours?" he was grinning.
Iruka blushed. He had a very nice grin... "Yes, thank you picking it up for me."
"No problem. I help in any way I can." He held out the orange to Iruka.
Iruka's gaze shifted slightly to the black silk the person had over one eye. The taller male had on casual dark pants, and a simple black, button-up shirt. But on him it looked like it was the latest trend and the hottest thing ever. He fidgeted as he took back the orange.
Iruka smiled slightly, "Well...okay then. Bye." He turned and made his way back to his shopping not noticing the small tilt of the other man's head.
...
Iruka rolled his cart around the corner slowly, his thoughts towards the tuna he just passed.
He gasped and stumbled back when another cart crashed into his.
"O-oh!" he gasped, ignoring the sharp ache in his side when his cart bumped back into him, "I-I'm so very sorry, I-" his words caught when a head of silver hair appeared around the corner.
"It's okay, my fault anyways...but we really should stop meeting like this. If I wasn't sure you look like a normal person...I'd say you were a stalker." He leaned against the cart, lightly grinning at the flustered Iruka.
"I am not..." Iruka stated.
"It's okay; I'm flattered that you would stalk me. I never knew I was stalkable..." He looked so playfully bashful that Iruka couldn't help the small bubble of laughter that escaped his chest and stumbled out his mouth.
The stranger looked strangely pleased at the sound of his laughter and stepped closer to him.
Iruka almost backed away instinctively like the way the prey could sense a predator, even when it's friendly, but he waved that off as nerves and stood his ground.
The silver haired male grinned sexily; he swore he heard a couple women gasp and a few items drop, "I'm Kakashi..."
Iruka looked down at the hand held out to him, "I'm... I'm Iruka. It's nice to meet you."
"The pleasure's all mine, Iruka."
Iruka was uncomfortable, Kakashi made him want to fan himself to get rid of the heat that accumulated around his face. And he was still giving him that smothering gaze.
"Well, I'm uh, going to get some milk..."
Kakashi grinned, "I'll join you."
And before Iruka knew it, he was rolling down the aisle with his sudden shopping buddy.
Kakashi was telling him that he was here, because his boys had decided it was time he learnt to be domestic and somehow that involved shopping and cooking.
"Oh," Iruka said, "You have kids..."
"If you can call them that... I prefer the term, mini demons sent to torment me; because obviously I was a pedophilic rapist in my last life."
Iruka smiled, "So where's you wife, isn't she domestic enough for them?"
"Me? Wife? No, I don't have a wife..."
Iruka had the feeling he wanted to say more yet he didn't, son he said, "Oh, well I want kids, no matter how demonic they are, it should be a joy to raise them and watch them grow up."
"Well, then you can have mine. I have absolutely no problem with it." He smiled and a teenage male walked straight into a wall, stunned.
Iruka watched this with wide eyes at the incident and turned to the oblivious Kakashi who was examining a whole chicken. He shook his head and looked down at the difference between Kakashi's cart and his.
Whilse his cart had a mixture of household items, like food and the rest of the necessities. Kakashi cart was a pure mixture of meat like turkey and sausages and red meat.
"Um, Kakashi-san?"
He stopped the man as he was putting some shrimp in his cart.
"Don't you think you need to get something other than meat now?"
Kakashi grinned, "Don't worry I know what you're thinking. But I've already taken care of everything else."
Iruka didn't question it; the man was odd enough as it was.
Eventually time passed as they got the things they needed and one could now find Kakashi and Iruka at the cashier line.
Iruka spent the time talking and laughing with Kakashi until he was next in line.
The price soared and Iruka gaped as each item was cashed off and the price grew bigger and bigger. Oh no, he must have taken up too many extra things with Kakashi distracting him.
Just as he was about to ask to take some things back, Kakashi wound an arm around him waist and pulled him to his chest.
"It's okay; I'll take care of it." Was whispered into his ear.
"But-" Iruka was about to start, but Kakashi cut him off by addressing the cashier.
"Sorry about the hold-up. My boyfriend and I just recently moved in together and he's still a little disoriented because of our..." he paused to nuzzle Iruka hair, "nightly activities."
Iruka turned twelve shades of red, and the cashier turned a nice apple red.
"O-oh, that's okay." she said.
Kakashi paid for his stuff and went on to cash his, squeezing Iruka's side whenever he decided to try and comment.
Somehow in a flurry of people that appeared al around him and took his bags, he found himself in a car with Kakashi driving and he was bag less.
He blinked.
"What just happened?"
"Ah, you're things are being dropped off at your home. And I'm getting you home."
"How would you know where I live?"
"You told me."
"No I didn't..."
"Yes you did."
Iruka stayed silent, they were fast approaching the apartment. Thank god Mizuki wasn't home.
They stopped in front of the house.
"It's still creepy that you did that."
Kakashi looked a little too pleased.
"Well, thank you Kakashi. I really appreciate all that you've done. Though I must at least pay you back for some of the groceries." He opened his wallet.
"Well that's not necessary."
"I really do insist." He handed him the money, "Please..."
Kakashi sighed, "If you insist..."
...
Mizuki was home that day. Any plans Kakashi had to know more about Iruka was foiled, because Iruka and Mizuki moved two weeks later.
Iruka never saw Kakashi again...
Until the day he literally showed up at his front door.
To be continued...
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DeidaraxItachi
Now this part of the story takes place basically the same time as when Naruto and the guys met Sasuke and the rest. So...
Deidara hated Itachi.
Itachi got all the girls. Itachi got all the praise. He got the money. He got the looks. Itachi got everything. Even when his parents died, he still got a father immediately after.
So Deidara hated Itachi.
Itachi had tried to befriend him time and time again. He smiled at him- which did not make his heart leap out of his chest-, he complimented his art- which did not make him want to hug the bastard-, he even bought him lunch once when his was dumped on the cafeteria floor- which did not make his heart flutter.
But if Deidara was one thing, it was stubborn. So he walked away from Itachi every time he said or said anything nice, and he went in the opposite direction whenever he saw him anywhere.
Because a guy like him did not deserve Itachi.
Then Itachi went abroad to go to University and Deidara didn't see him for five years.
And his hate for him grew, because inside, deep inside, he knew he had fallen for the prick named Itachi.
And every time he thought about him, his heart ached like it had been burnt.
So he hated Itachi for making him feel this way. An intense feeling that rivaled the suns heat.
So that was the reason he was running as fast as he could to the elevator at the end of the hall. Tears were blurring his eye but he pushed the button for the lobby and just before the doors met, he, for the second time that, saw the face of a beautiful fallen angel he hadn't seen for five years. His jet black hair shining in the shimmer of the sunlight and his eyes; those black onyx pools of a moonless, starless night, they looked into him and saw his soul and those eyes were coming closer, so much closer. But just before those eyes got there...the elevator door shut. And Deidara stared at where he'd last seen Itachi, until he got to the lobby.
...
Now Itachi had been having a boring day thus far.
He'd been in a business meeting all morning and was having the unquenchable urge to set fire to his own building just to have a little excitement and something to do.
He briefly wondered if he could call his foolish little brother just to annoy him, or maybe Kakashi was reading his idiotic porn. How could the man read that stuff, it was worse than seeing two people have sex willingly, right on the sidewalk in front of your eyes.
At this very moment, he was listening to an ambassador for some small tropical country, go on and on about how honored he was to have Itachi's services in the island and how excited everyone was...
Itachi swallowed the urge to yawn and nodded and smiled where necessary as the man droned on and on.
Then the elevator door dinged and he watched as person's stumbled back in from their lunch break.
He was just about to look back at the ambassador to make it seem he was still listening, when someone else came through the doors. Someone blonde, who looked totally out of place in the office filled with ties and shoes shined until the reflection of the sun on them blinded you. Someone who he knew. Someone who he loved with all his heart. And someone who he still does, even more than before.
"Deidara..." the name is a whisper off his lips, and the ambassador looks on in confusion.
As if the wind purposefully carried the soft sound, the blonde man, who was walking toward another young man to ask directions, suddenly stopped and tilted his head curiously, then slowly turned around and met Itachi's eye.
The next moment he walking backing away shakily, then turned tail and ran towards the elevator.
Itachi stood there, stunned for a moment, then when he saw the doors of the elevator begin to close he dashed with speed no one knew he had towards the elevator.
The second he got there, the door closed and he slammed his fist against the closed doors angrily.
But his mind raced faster than any normal persons and the next second he was in front of the nearest secretary's face, gripping the security walkie talkie and radioing the lobby security.
"There is a blond male in blue jeans that will be coming out of the number six elevator in the next two seconds, under absolutely no circumstances is he allowed leaving this building until I say so."
As soon as Itachi had said 'blond coming out of the elevator,' the well placed security all around and outside the lobby moved towards the elevators and doors to watch everyone that came out.
...
Deidara looked towards the elevator ceiling, and willed the tears to disappear.
He couldn't take this and had to get out of here. He would go straight home after this and just paint. He'd paint out all his problems and his troubles and the way his heart broke.
The elevator bell dinged and he started as fast as he could to the entrance that led outside.
But obviously he wasn't fast enough, because he wasn't half-way across the room when a large hand fell on his shoulder.
A much taller, muscled man smiled thinly down at him, "Sir if you would come with me..."
"Let go of me..." Deidara argued, he wasn't in the mood for any of this.
Another man appeared in front of him, "Sir, if you would..."
"No!" Deidara struggled, "Let me go, hmm!"
A couple more guard surrounded him as he struggled, the tears he'd been holding back for so long came back with a vengeance and spilled over eye lids, blurring his vision and dripping off his chin.
"Stop." A voice said.
He knew that voice, that deep velvety, honey coated voice that could be so sharp and cruel when he wanted it to.
Blinking away the tears he looked into Itachi's eyes.
His lips trembled and he watched as Itachi got closer to him.
He wanted to shake his head, and tell him to walk away from this disaster. But he wanted to go to Itachi too and hold onto him and never let go.
So he stumbled out of the securities arms and fell into Itachi's.
He let out a shuddering breath as he breathed in Itachi's scent and gripped onto his clothes and buried his face in his neck and reveled in the warmth from the body he held onto.
Then arms circled around him and held him closer to the source of heat, silently telling him that he'd never let him leave, because he was never going to let go.
"Please don't let go." Deidara whispered, throat crackly from everything balled up inside.
One of Itachi's hands trailed lightly up and down his back, the other gripping him tighter. "Never." he whispered into his ear, and Itachi looked down at the blond in his arms.
He had more than enough to occupy his time now.
School. Sucks. Balls... Honestly! I've been back for two weeks. TWO! And I can already feel the stress and work that my future year in tenth grade has to offer... Like...shit man! Before you know it...Christmas is here...and exams and...More shit! SHIT!
*cough* glad to get that out. But other than that...I'll try to remain faithful to a story for a first...I like this one, I don't want to abandon it...too many plans... But don't worry...I'm always here, my life is over as of now...the work has started...and I feel the stress. But since I'll be home half the time on weekends...I'll...try and update as much as I can. Like I had business class on Wednesday and all I could think about was the new Naruto chapter coming out. But I pushed it to the back of my mind for the day...then ran like hell back home just to read it. *Sigh* the curses of summer ending...
Also...did Deidara seem wimpy, yeah he kinda did... but you gotta realize he's kinda emotional right now...
Anyways, I really wanna take a nap right now cause school=stress+ no sleep x work-free time. That's the equation of tenth grade high-school. Someone kill me now. I hope this was better than the last chapter and I hoped you still enjoyed it even without the main pairings... So...
Until next time. Live beautiful and enjoy you're life...
Xoxo.
-Werepire.