HAPPY NEW YEAR! So I decided to do a giant update for all of my stories in one day, and Fever was the first to get done! Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: not even for New Years! So sad…
Kakashi had never felt more nervous in his life. Why should he even feel nervous in the first place? He's a first class Leaf Jonin; he should be 'calm, cool and collected at all times'! Again, why should he be nervous?
You would be too if you were having dinner with your lover's family.
The mere thought of dining with the Umino's was, to say the least, terrifying. He loved Kisuke, there was no question about that, and he had more than once had dinner with him (and then some!). But from what he had seen from the exorcist's family, he was a little frightened by all of them together. They were loud and quiet violent. And Kisuke didn't act like the Kisuke Kakashi knew. He got very quiet and strict, like a depressed father or something. Kakashi was afraid that he might act like that towards him, even though Kisuke promised they were going to behave that night. Never the less, Kakashi was ready when Kisuke came to pick him up that evening. He looked nice-ish; he actually put a clean shirt on that wasn't ripped to shreds. He decided to leave his hatei-ate at home, figuring he wouldn't need it for this mission.
Dinner, he meant dinner!
Kisuke could feel his boyfriend was nervous. He was sympathetic; every relationship there was the insane family, and his had scared away a lot of boys. Kisuke squeezed his hand reassuringly.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine," He smiled a little. Kakashi smiled under his mask, he was so cute!
"I know… it's just the whole meeting the family thing, you know?" Kisuke nodded knowingly.
"Believe it or not, I shudder sometimes at the thought of having dinner with them, and I LIVE with the people!" He said with a laugh. "They mean well, but I'm not afraid to admit that it does resemble an asylum more often than not. Our clan isn't very well known for discipline, that's for sure!" Kakashi smiled some more. Kisuke always knew what to say, even if it didn't help sometimes.
"Oh, but love, just a fore warning…" Kisuke bit at his lip, looking a little embarrassed.
"What?"
"If they ask you anything about where you live, don't answer… TRUST me…"
Yup.
Kakashi was in for a fight tonight.
They reached the Umino household, and after Kisuke had taken his hair down (much to Kakashi's dismay), they both took a deep breath and entered into what could be compared to as hell on the right day.
"I'm back," Kisuke called while slipping his shoes off.
"Suke-nii-kun~! Tama-chan won't give me my hairbrush back!"
"Only 'cause it's mine and she stole it, suck up!"
"You're both wrong, because that's MINE dammit!" Kisuke groaned irritably.
"All three of you stay where you are!" He barked, making Kakashi flinch a little. He didn't like it when the exorcist was strict, quite frankly it was a little scary. Kisuke looked up at him, giving him an apologetic look.
"Could you wait in the kitchen with Ruka-kun..?" He more of begged. Kakashi nodded and watched his lover pound up the stairs before wandering to the little kitchen/dining room… thing.
Iruka was there, and he gave the Copy Ninja his signature, pleasant smile that made him relax a bit.
"Hello there, Hatake-senpai! I'm glad you came!" He said cheerfully, gesturing to a seat at the table. There was suddenly a lot of screaming and yelling from the second floor, startling both of them.
"Although, I don't think I can say the same for the girls," He added nervously, sliding into a different chair. Kakashi nodded, already feeling the dread of having dinner. He finally realized he wasn't worried about Kisuke or Iruka; it was Kisuke's younger sisters that were the petrifying part.
"Are they always so… loud?" Kakashi yelped the last part when there was a loud crash.
"Only… always," Iruka said, eyeing the ceiling with an expression that was a mix of fear and curiosity. He smiled like a worried parent.
"They've been like that ever since Orihime learned how to talk. Ever since then, they scream at each other at least once a day. I blame the age difference, really. Too close or too far apart, and then you have THAT. But I suppose that's not their fault, really." He laughed a little, shaking his head.
"It's not all bad, though… right?" Kakashi asked, trying to cover his curiosity.
"Oh no, sometimes they're a proper family! Things are just… strained, so to say. It's getting very close to… Well, let's just say a very sad day in our house." Iruka looked over at the clock on the wall, and then the calendar on the opposite wall. Kakashi felt awkward, like he was missing something.
"You know Kisuke hasn't cried since he was a little older than 9..?"
"What?" Kakashi asked, startled. Iruka just shook his head.
"Oh, it's just some superstition that their mother had… that if an exorcist cried, they would get possessed and that sort of rubbish…" He made a face, chuckling dryly.
"'Rubbish'? Kami, I'm sounding more like them every day!" Kakashi laughed with him. He did the same after hanging around with Kisuke all day. There was a tumbling sound and Iruka stood up.
"Here they come; are you ready?" Kakashi could have sworn he sounded just like he was going into battle. He nodded just as the 4 orange haired siblings came in loudly.
The rest of the night passed on similarly.
They ate dinner in complete chaos, Kisuke scolding his sisters, Iruka scolding him, and Kakashi just trying to stay out of the way.
Soon, dinner was over, Kakashi had said his goodbyes, and Kisuke was walking him home.
"So..? It was positively murder, wasn't it..?" Kisuke moaned when they where a safe distance from the house. Kakashi gave him a surprised look; he thought he was still mad at his sisters.
"Oh, I know you hated it! It was written all over your face!"The exorcist buried his face in his hands.
"Wh-what? No I didn't!"
"Yes you did!"
"Baby, no I didn't!" Kakashi took Kisuke's hands and squeezed them, looking into his eyes.
"Then why did you look like you where in pain the entire time?" Kakashi smacked himself in the face; of COURSE he would've.
"It's not that I hated it!"
"You did too!"
"Not everything!"
"So you DID hate it!" Kakashi groaned, this wasn't going anywhere.
"Since when does it matter if I like your family?"
"Because-!" Kisuke started, but then stopped short, shaking his head.
"You know what? Never mind. It obviously DOESN'T matter. Let's go." Kisuke started off in front of Kakashi, a cold aura radiating off of him. He kept a stoic silence the entire walk, save for an occasional nod. They walked up to the front of Kakashi's building, and that was as far Kisuke would go.
"Suke-kun, I'm sorry if I upset you," Kakashi pulled him into a hug. Kisuke smiled slightly, relaxing into the older man.
"It's not your fault; I'm just a bit of a mess right now…" He looked up at his boyfriend with a gentle look. Kakashi smiled, happy he wasn't in trouble anymore; not that he really was in the first place, but still.
"Well, would you like to come in?" He asked, nodding up to his apartment. Kisuke thought for a second.
"You know what? I think I will," he said with a sideways smile.
Tonight had definitely been a battle.
And there was no one else Kakashi would've rather recovered with.
Sorry for the ending, but my minds running in a million directions. Anyways, a little New Years fluff to help you recover!
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