And Chapter 3! Yup, definitely loving this one much more than the old one! Thanks to hotmustang1 and my sister for reading!
DISCLAIMER: sigh, o I wish…
Kisuke now officially HATED Kakashi. Like, with a burning passion, HATED him. How could this be, you ask? Didn't this young man just very recently want to befriend the jonin? After the week he had, you would be reconsidering, too.
The entire week, people had been coming up asking him if Kakashi was his boyfriend. What was more embarrassing than suggesting he would have a boyfriend was that some asked if they were lovers. If he could remember correctly, he had finally blown up in the middle of said week, screaming at everyone to leave him alone and sprinting off to hide in his room.
But he hadn't exploded because of what the people were saying. Spirits forbid, he could handle idiots even on the worst of days!
No, what had sent him over was when he heard a not-so-discreet conversation right outside of the academy between his cousin and the silver haired terror, as Kisuke had taken to calling him. Iruka had bombarded the poor exorcist with questions of how come he didn't know about this, of course he was going, right, you wouldn't want to upset the girls, would you? Right after Iruka said that, Kisuke realized his sisters knew about this, making him fear dangerously for his sanity and the now wavering innocence of his 'baby' sisters and scream out in terror and frustration. He had been hiding and avoiding everyone inside of his room, the only place where he found a shred of peace.
Unfortunately for our hero, it was Saturday night, and his now devils of sisters weren't going to let him stay hiding for long. No matter how much he locked his door, bolted and glued his windows shut, screamed and whine pathetically, even, in a fit of panic, resorting to almost killing one of them with the bench from his piano, they managed to literally drag him into the bathroom and forced him to shower. If he tried to escape, Orihime would be there blowing a whistle that could break the sound barrier, just like her sisters had told her to do. Finally, after almost dying from his so called family, he was sitting on the couch, arms crossed and lip sticking out in a full on pout. His sisters had forced him into a black shirt and blazer and a pair of shredded jeans; they also made him put on practically all of the studded bracelets he owned. Iruka was trying not to look guilty, even though Kisuke just knew he was the one who told his sisters.
"Do you have any idea what being manhandled feels like, Ruka-kun?" Iruka made a face.
"Please, Suke-kun, not in front of the children…" Iruka made a gaging noise at the look Kisuke was giving him: PISSED. Not good, Iruka thought, not good at all.
"I'm sorry," Kisuke said venomously, "Let me clarify: Have you ever been manhandled by 12, 10 and 8-year-old girls who are by far too strong for it to even be natural?" With that, it was the girls' turn to gag.
"Of all the stupid, damned, FU-"
"KISUKE, NOT IN FRONT OF HIME!" Kisuke and Iruka had an intense staring match. They didn't fight often, but when they did, the girls knew better than to get involved. They both had incredible lungs that made it possible for them to scream for hours on end and think nothing of it. An Umino family trait. At least, that's what they were told.
There was a light knocking at the door. Kisuke's look of rage turned to one of pure horror.
"SHIT!" He shrieked, jumping over the coffee table and making a break for the stairs. Tamashi and Megami, in perfect unison, tackled him to the ground, screaming like banshees. Orihime, on the other hand, skipped off and open the door with a huge smile on her face, leaving poor Iruka to deal with the screamers. Kisuke was wildly swinging his sisters around and around, making them dizzy as all get out. Finally they went flying into Iruka, poor soldier. Kisuke laughed triumphantly; but only just before his face dropped again.
'Damn Orihime. Why did you have to betray me?'
There she stood, grinning like a mad woman, with none other than Hatake Kakashi standing right behind her. Kisuke couldn't lie, he was looking pretty fine. He still had that damned mask on, but over that he had a green blazer and a pair of jeans. His hair seemed more wild than usual without his headband keeping it up. It still stuck up at a weird angle, but it was really messy. Not bad, Kisuke thought, not bad at all. Kisuke could tell Kakashi was grinning like a pervert as he looked the young exorcist over. He growled and crossed his arms, shoving past his family. Kakashi laughed loudly, following close (too close, if you asked Kisuke) behind.
"I'll have him back around 9 or 10, ne?" He shut the door before they answered, getting a particularly intense glare from Kisuke.
"Yes?"
"You're an ass; I desperately hope you know that."
"Huh. And here I thought you wanted to get to know me better." Kisuke made a strangled growling noise and bolted off. With a few easy strides, Kakashi caught up; damn, he had strong legs. Kisuke immediately shook that thought away.
"Maa, what's wrong, Kisuke-kun?" Kisuke stopped dead cold, his eyes getting wide.
Kakashi had his arms around his waist.
Kakashi had his arms around his waist.
Kakashi had his arms around his waist!
Kisuke roared, flipping the jonin over his head and flat onto his back. Kisuke stood there, shaking and pointing as Kakashi rubbed the back of his head.
"I suppose that was instinctive..?" he said with a twinge of hope in his voice.
"You-I-That-We-" Kisuke couldn't get a clear sentence out of his mouth. Finally he said very loudly, "I AM NOT A SLUT, SIR!"
"Whoever said you where?" Kakashi asked from the ground with genuine innocence. Kisuke had to admit, it was rather cute. He felt his face get warm. Dammit all, he really needed to go to the doctor.
"N-no one! But doing shit like that's gonna make them think I am!" Kisuke said, putting his hands on his hips. That was something he had adopted from Iruka. Kakashi cocked his head to one side like a puppy. Dammit, Kisuke thought, he's down right adorable, isn't he? Either that, or incredibly dense.
"Oh… Well then, can I hold your hand?" Kisuke's face literally lit up the night, it was so red.
"WHAT?" Kakashi stood up and dusted himself off. Then he took a step forwards so he was looking down at the slightly shorter man.
"Can I Hold Your Hand?" He said, annunciating very clearly. Kisuke was a stuttering mess again. What the hell is wrong with him? More importantly, what the hell is wrong with Kakashi? Why was he trying to force himself on Kisuke? And what the hell was he staring at…?
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" Kakashi asked. Kisuke nodded his head instantly and vigorously. Kakashi took a step away. Kisuke let go of the breath he just realized he was holding. Kakashi kicked the ground, looking lost in thought.
'Say something!' a voice in the back of Kisuke's prodded gently. He bit his lip, trying to think of a way to laugh it off.
"Y-you're… you're really straight forwards, senpai…" Right after he said that, Kisuke wanted to smack himself. What an idiotic thing to say! But, much to Kisuke's surprise, Kakashi laughed a little hollowly, nodding.
"Yeah… I don't really like sugar-coating things…" He looked up at Kisuke with an awkward shrug. "When I hate someone, I'll tell them straight out. And if I like someone… well…" He shrugged again. Kisuke nodded a little, feeling slightly dizzy. Was it because he was getting sick? He had no idea. He didn't really know what to think anymore. This man was the most confusing thing he had found since his short time discovering his sexuality; and THAT was confusing as hell. This was just making his head spin wildly.
"Are you alright, Kisuke-san?" Kakashi asked, gently grabbing his shoulder. Kisuke mumbled something, frowning like he didn't know how exactly he felt.
"What?
"Kisuke… kun… Kakashi… kun…"
Kakashi's eye got wide as Kisuke timidly took his hand and briskly started off down the road again.
"Oh… O-okay… Kisuke-kun…"
GASP! Are we finally going to get into actual fluff? The answer: in the next chapter! (Hint: o HELLS YES!)
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