We're back! I'm alive! Well, at least for now… Any who, Chapter 5 of Fever! And I just recently noticed this, but I make Kisuke British in my head… so I tried to add some slang in there! Tell me what you think!

Also, I've gotten some reveiws asking why i have Iruka as one of my characters in the charater search if he isn't THE main character.

Let me clerify:

Iruka is the main characters COUSIN.

Therefore, he is an important character.

Next time, read the summery before you go complaining about it, because I'm pretty sure I made it clear that this was NOT an Iruka fic.

DISCLAIMER: I still can't find them… X'(

Today had been too long to possibly be real.

Actually, scratch that.

This entire WEEK had been too long to possibly be real.

Kisuke flopped onto his bed, moaning from the relief in his lead-like legs, and then groaning from all the paper work he had just crushed. Said offending paper work was for his new 3 man cell, gennin fresh out of the academy. And one of the reasons why he was so bloody tired.

On top of having a bunch of very rainy B and A-ranked missions for the past 7 DAYS, he also had to help take care of his siblings (All 3 of whom had caught Kisuke's strep a few days after he THOUGHT he was through with it), take hours at the missions desk when he WASN'T doing a mission for Iruka, and had just met and branded his new gennin team as a bunch of dysfunctional twits who couldn't get along to save their lives. Which as a serious problem. Really, it was just their conflicting personalities that were the real issue. Byoki Sorin, for example, was a hyper, homophobic half-cat child who seemed to think that if he touched someone, he would instantly get their 'bad qualities'. Aburame Yuzuki was just a devil child. She loved taunting Sorin within an inch of Kisuke killing them both. Mainly to do with Sorin screaming himself voiceless while Yuzuki made sadistic comments in her almost emotionless voice. And then there was Hyuga Hinata. She was so afraid and unsure of everything that Kisuke was almost afraid that she would have a heart attack or she would run off screaming if something barely touched her.

Kisuke sighed, rising while the paper crinkled underneath him. He scooped it up and tried to organize it. Epically failing to do so, he just dumped it onto his dresser and crashed onto his bed again. He was having trouble doing everything lately. His mind was racing a mile a minute and it wouldn't stop for even a quick cat nap. He cursed loudly at nothing in particular. He rolled over and faced the ceiling. He dazedly took off his headband. He studied it for a full minute, trying to gather why he couldn't think. The metal glinted off of a crash of lightning from outside. A flash image of someone made him realize what had been gnawing at him.

He missed Kakashi.

That's a logical conclusion, Kisuke thought. His sisters had told him that Kakashi had been in roughly the same boat as Kisuke, being sent out on missions the second he got home from one, not to mention he had a genin team to deal with, too. Of course he wouldn't have time to come see Kisuke. Now that he thought about it, the more Kisuke was giving into it. Kisuke missed his boyfriend. Yes, that was exactly what was bothering him. He missed spending time with the silver haired jonin. He missed talking to him at least once every day. He missed holding his hand. He missed how Kakashi would sometimes sneak up behind him and play that stupid 'guess who' game. He missed pretty much everything.

Kisuke sat up, pondering about this development. He knew what was so distracting, now he just needed a remedy so he could get all this damned work done. Normally he would have gone on a walk, but on top of it being 10:26 pm and pouring buckets and pails, Iruka would just scold Kisuke back to his room to do his paper work.

If he went through the front door, that is.

Kisuke glanced over at his window. He could always sneak out. But knowing his cousin, he'd think the exorcist got kidnapped or some sort of rubbish. He could leave a note? That seemed to be his best plan of escape. Scribbling down a short 'I'll be back' on a scrap of paper, Kisuke jumped out of his window and down to the wet street below.

He didn't know where his feet where taking him. He was just wandering without purpose. Kisuke must've looked pretty odd, walking in the rain in the middle of the night like this. He didn't have his jacket and wasn't slumped over with his sword on his back. Without the Seishin-kei, it was surprising at how straight up and erect he stood. It seemed to add at least 2 inches on him. He was even barefoot. And even though he didn't realize it, he had his orange hair tied back like Iruka's; the only difference was Kisuke's bangs were still hanging in his face.

Kisuke ignored all of this. He was too wrapped up in thought to acknowledge most of the bustling people and things and buildings he passed. He didn't even notice how muddy his feet were getting or how wet he was. He just wanted to get his focus back, and it was beginning to look like a lost cause.

Kisuke looked around, realizing he was in a very familiar neighborhood. He continued down the street, going left, right, left, and left again. After one more right, He looked up to the third story of the building he was in front of. The particular window he was looking at was lit, to his surprise. He wondered why the lights were on with a confused frown. The owner of that specific flat was supposed to be away on a mission.

Like he had been all week.

Kisuke's blood began to boil. Had he been home all week? If he had, then why in the bloody hell hadn't he come to see him? Kisuke knew he shouldn't jump to conclusions, but dammit all, he could have at least said hello! Kisuke cursed loudly, more out of sadness than anger. He was standing out, shivering in the rain because he couldn't get him off his mind, when he could've been at home with him? That just was beyond unfair. Kisuke felt like crying. He wouldn't, though. Kisuke wasn't allowed to.

Bad things happen to exorcists who began crying.

Kisuke looked up at the window again. The more frustrated and upset he got, the more the crazy idea of going up and chewing him out seemed perfect. But he wasn't going to jump up to the window. Oh no, that man was just asking for a one way trip to guilt city. Kisuke scraped most of the mud off of his ankles, walked in and began climbing the stairs of the apartment building.

Kakashi didn't know what to make of this. Here he had been, spending one depressing evening alone, reading. Then there was a knock at the door. And what he opened it to was one soaking wet (And very pissed off) Umino Kisuke.

While it was Kisuke who he had wished he was with, Kakashi couldn't shake the feeling that he was in trouble for some reason.

"Uh, hey baby…" He tried. Kisuke's glare didn't waver. It was dead scary, the way he could stare so intensely. Kakashi tried again.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had a mission..?"

"I could say the same, you bloody liar!" Kisuke snapped, taking Kakashi aback.

"Wh-what?"

"You heard me! Have you been home all damned week?" Kakashi could see this was going somewhere bad.

"Um… yes..?" Kisuke cursed very loudly. Kakashi knew he cussed like a sailor, but most of the time it was for a good reason. NOT good.

"I thought you were gone all week!" Kakashi cried, holding his hands up like he was admitting defeat.

"Who the hell told you that? I've been gone during the day, but I've always been home at MOST before 10 o'clock!" Kisuke roared, his freezing hands curled up into fists.

"Well I-"

"Do you have any idea how much I've missed you?"

"I've missed you too!"

"Then why didn't you come see me?"

"Because I thought you were gone!" Kakashi wailed in frustration. Needless to say, more than a few of his neighbors had come out to see what the screaming was about. And they were just as confused as the poor Copy Ninja.

"If you didn't want to see me, Kakashi, then you could've just told me! I can take a hint!" Kisuke said in a hurt voice. It broke Kakashi's heart, and now he was scared of whatever the hell had gotten Kisuke so riled up. He quickly pulled the smaller man into his apartment and wrapped him in a hug, slamming the door shut behind them.

"What makes you think I didn't want to come see you?" Kakashi asked in a worried voice, pulling his mask down. The wet exorcist pushed away from him with an exasperated look.

"What do you mean by that? My sisters told me you were gone! And when you said you'd been home all week, I assumed-"

"Wait," Kakashi stopped him with a finger, "Your sisters said I was gone? They told me you went on a weeklong mission!"

"… When?"

"Monday morning…"

The two stayed quiet for a moment, the gears turning slowly in their heads. Finally something clicked and Kisuke cursed again.

"Those little brats!" Kakashi cocked his head, confused.

"They're real b- witches when they're sick… And they're too clingy for their own good…" Kisuke groaned. Kakashi frowned; he still didn't quite get it.

"Those lying little imps!" Now Kakashi got it. Kisuke groaned again and sat heavily on Kakashi's worn out couch. Kakashi slid over next to him, giving him a sideways look.

"Am I still in trouble..?" He asked cautiously. Kisuke laughed, it was strained and hinted at sarcasm.

"Oh, you're not, but I know 3 little orange haired terrors that are!" Kakashi grinned; now that he wasn't the one in hot water, he could fully enjoy how cute Kisuke looked. The exhausted older brother was planning something, Kakashi wasn't paying attention to what, but for some reason the fatigue induced maniacal smile was making him want Kisuke. Kakashi slid over closer, his smile getting bigger. He just noticed how Kisuke's hair was tied back; he liked it. It made it easier to see his face, which had much more innocence in it when he was ranting.

"Maa, Suke-kun, you shouldn't be so hard on them; you are a popular person, after all!" Kisuke glanced over at him, reading his look in an instant. The innocent look disappeared and his scooted away, rolling his eyes.

"No. No no, I've got shit to do tonight Kakashi, NO." Kakashi was not about to let up.

"But you were just saying you missed me! Where you being a 'lying little imp', Suke-kun?" Kakashi straddled him, much against the younger man's will.

"No, Kashi-kun, I meant I missed spending time with you." Kisuke grumbled, trying to push him off. Kakashi caught him off guard in a chaste kiss.

"But isn't that what we're doing?" Kakashi put a knee between his legs. Kisuke let out a mix between a gasp and a moan. Kakashi smiled like a feral animal. He slowly began kissing his neck.

"Kashi-kun," he said in a little less than a husky whimper.

"Aren't we spending time together?" Kakashi asked between kisses. Kisuke's breath got caught in his throat. Kakashi gently trailed up his neck, planting one long, hungry, passionate kiss right behind his ear. Kisuke's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he let out a combination of a sigh and a moan, closing his eyes. Kakashi's hands where slowly getting lower and lower as he kissed and bit at his lover. Kisuke put his hands on either side of Kakashi's face, making him look at the orange head. Kakashi put his hand behind Kisuke's head and kissed him deeply.

Maybe that work can wait until later. After all, Kakashi did have a point;

They hadn't seen each other in a WHOLE week.

Soooo… yeah… kinda left you hanging there… so sorry, but I just couldn't find a song that could inspire me…

R&R please! Be first and get a chapter dedicated to you! And if you want more lemon, give me some songs that might *ahem* spark interest.

Yup… k bai lol