Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto. . . or Kakashi. Mores the pity. But on a good note, I do own my hubby.
Chapter Six: The Trap
At the Inn, Kakashi went to the desk to get the keys to their rooms while Naruto looked over the notice boards of village happenings. He saw the betting slip and gasped before turning beet red. Holy Shit! Baa-chan! The look in his eye turned fierce as he finally understood all the looks and comments he'd been getting from the villagers lately. Angrily, he spun back to Kakashi who was giving the proprietor a funny look. Both men could feel the anger spiking from the blond. Ripping the betting form off the board Naruto shoved it in his jacket pocket and closed his eyes before they could give away his anger. He took several deep and calming breaths, not noticing both Kakashi and the manager watching him as he regained control over himself. Kakashi was impressed since he actually knew exactly how pissed off the blond had been just moments earlier. He'd felt the anger growing and overwhelming the teen but then suddenly it was halted and receding faster than it had built up.
The manager led the pair up the stairs to their room. He had already noted what Tsunade had mentioned and now he also saw for himself why the betting pool was so wide and varied on these two. Hell, he received bets from Cloud on them and that was the most sexually repressed place he knew of in the known world. Yet these two made most of their citizens seem wanton. Both of them were extremely controlled. And it was clear from just the few short minutes he was observing them that neither was really aware of exactly how much control the other was exerting.
He stepped aside as he opened their door letting them enter the room ahead of him. Long used to dealing with ninja, he slipped a key into the silver haired man's hand. He waited patiently, as the two nin checked the room for possible danger or a trap, knowing full well they would find nothing until it was too late. They stepped clear of the door and into the small room and he, still chattering madly, apologizing for the small size and single bed in the room, shut the door turning the real key in the lock as soon as it clicked shut. Smirking, he slipped the key into his pocket as he went back down the hall and back to work.
At first, Naruto and Kakashi just stared at the door, too surprised to react. Immediately the surprise faded as they shared a look and moved automatically toward the window. A note beside the window informed them the window was constructed of unbreakable glass infused with chakra to make it impervious to any and all attacks. Kakashi checked the authenticity of the claim and announced quietly to Naruto, "There's at least three different strands from different sources flowing through the glass."
"Oh really. This is getting ridiculous," muttered Naruto. "I bet that's only for human attacks."
Kakashi sighed. "Let's wait and see how this plays out, Naruto. Keep Kyuubi in mind but I still don't sense any danger in this situation so . . ." He spread his hands and let his words trail off.
Naruto sighed and nodded. He took a grim look around the room. "I wonder how long we'll be in here."
"No idea but I have seen worse holding cells. Well, nothing we can do right now. Let's get some rest. Whatever happens, they don't know who they messed with or should I say what?"
"Only if I have to, Sensei. Kyuubi isn't a toy." Kakashi nodded as Naruto opened the bathroom door to see if there was a window in there they could maybe get out of but there wasn't. The bathroom was small, holding nothing more than a shower cubicle sink and toilet. The shower was one large enough for two but still it was a small room.
He sighed again and turned back into the bedroom area. "No help there," he said.
"Figures. Get some rest, Naruto." Kakashi was already laying stretched out on the bed with his eye closed. He appeared relaxed but Naruto had known him long enough to know he was anything but as calm as he seemed. Naruto spread out his bedroll and took off his pack. He set the pack down within easy reach of his hand and making sure he had weapons within easy reach also lay himself down.
Within minutes, he drifted into a light sleep. He wasn't deeply asleep but he was deep enough to actually get some good from it. He knew he could have dropped into a deep and restful sleep counting on Kakashi to wake him should anything happen but he stayed just deep enough to get some benefit from the rest.
Kakashi was also drifting with his senses on high alert. They slept like that for three hours before Naruto's stomach rumbled loudly enough to wake the dead. Kakashi opened his eye and peered at the blond, his lips quirked in a grin that was reflected in his uncovered eye.
"Well, at least one thing is normal," he said.
"Yeah. Stupid stomach doesn't give a damn what the situation is. Mealtime is mealtime," Naruto agreed, sitting up. He tucked his kunai back into his sleeves.
"So let's see what they'll do if we call for room service," Kakashi said pointing to the phone on the night stand.
Interest sparkled in Naruto's eyes as he caught onto what Kakashi said. Or rather didn't say. He turned to rummaging through the drawer of the stand looking for a list of services available or maybe a menu. Kakashi was very tempted to run his hand over the firm curve of the ass cheek right in front of him but he held himself in check knowing full well Naruto didn't have a clue how tempting he was being. Once again, the jounin cursed the clueless nature of the Namikaze menfolk. Damn it! Why did they have to be so very thick-witted? He drew in a shaky breath and closed his eye on his raging hormones struggling to maintain his control. He finally got sufficient control enough to open his eye to see Naruto reading a brochure.
"Hey! They have ramen. At least that's promising." Naruto grinned at him his good humor restored by the mere thought of eating his favorite food and all thoughts of escape as soon as the door was open apparently vanishing as if the thought had never crossed his mind. His expressive blue eyes told a different story to anyone who knew how to read them. Kakashi did. He'd spent enough time watching the blond, as he grew, to know all the little quirks of fully understanding Naruto.
While Naruto ordered enough ramen to be sure the server's hands would be too full to prevent their escape from the room, Kakashi wondered just how the food would be delivered. He knew somehow this wasn't a real prison trap. He knew they weren't really in any danger but he also understood he wouldn't know what the plan really was until it was sprung on them. And he couldn't blame Naruto for taking advantage of any opportunity that presented itself. He knew he'd be out of the room as soon as the door opened also. He also knew somehow Tsunade was involved in this mess. Her fingerprints were all over it.
The manager grinned as he knew he'd soon be hearing a very irate ninja as they realized he had absolutely no intention of opening that door before at least a full twenty-four hours had passed. Tsunade had warned him of the blond's obsession for all things ramen so he had made sure he had some on hand. She had also told him the other half of the pair was just as obsessed with not being seen without his mask by anyone at any time. Therefore, Jobah had made sure there were no cameras in the room either of the pair could detect but other than that he couldn't see how he could do anything about that particular peculiarity of the pair. He did however have cameras placed around the room so that he could provide proof to his client. Beside he had half an idea, whatever the silver haired man hid under his face cloth would prove to be the ice breaker between the duo. Or maybe it would just prove to be the key in his resistance to claiming what he so clearly wanted from the blond.
He finished preparing the ramen and pushed the button that would activate the table jutsu in the room. Then placing the ramen in the special cabinet designed just for servicing anyone in that room, he counted to one hundred slowly before pressing a second button that activated the box he'd put the ramen into.
In the room, Naruto barely had enough time to grab up his new sleeping bag before the low table materialized out of thin air and covered almost all of the available floor space. His lower jaw dropped down as he stared at it. A metal box appeared a few seconds later resting securely in the center of the table. Naruto regained his voice and moving cautiously over to the door he listened to the hallway outside their room whispering, "What the hell?"
Kakashi had much the same thought. This set-up was a lot more elaborate than he'd thought it was. Clearly the table and food had appeared through some sort of preprogramed jutsu. Idly he approached the low table and knelt to open the box. Calmly, more calmly than he felt, he removed the bowls of ramen from the box. Once he had them all set out, he called Naruto over. Another thing Kakashi had learned over the years was to trust Naruto/Kyuubi when it came to eating foods they didn't prepare themselves or know to be safe. He had a better nose for what should be in a dish and what shouldn't than anyone Kakashi knew.
Naruto walked over and sat down. "Which one do you want, Sensei?" he asked.
"A miso will do since I know you ordered more than one bowl of that," he said in the lazy tone he only used when he was getting ticked off. Truthfully, he had only heard the order for the miso since Naruto had once more been slightly bent over and in very close proximity to the copy-nin when he had placed the order.
Naruto opened a box marked as holding Miso ramen and sniffed at it. He set it down and started laughing. Kakashi raised a brow and waited. Naruto spent a few more minutes laughing before he got control over himself and shook his head.
"Don't eat that unless you want to spend the night frustrated and horny as all get out. It won't hurt you physically so long as you don't eat a lot of it but it will make things uncomfortable until it wears off. I'll make you something. Let me clean out a few of these bowls and then we'll get some drug-free food." Kakashi grimaced at the comment about spending the night frustrated and horny but kept his mouth shut. He knew chances were excellent he'd be spending the night that way anyhow but eating hormone drug-laced food definitely wouldn't help anything. Tsunade was going to pay for this. Someday.
Naruto polished off three of the bowls, unable to simply throw out his favorite food over an aphrodisiac, and took them into the bathroom to wash them out in the sink. Then he rummaged around in his pack bringing out a small package of dried foods and a metal sheet. Kakashi followed him, curious as to what he was going to do for a fire. He spread the sheet out on the covered toilet and filled each bowl with water. Into one, he dropped some dried vegetables and into the second, he placed some dried meat chunks. The last bowl he set on the metal sheet which Kakashi noted had turned red in the center. He watched as Naruto measured some rice into the bowl and tended to it as the meat and vegetables softened in their own bowls. When the rice was almost done Naruto took the meat and tore it into smaller pieces dropping them into the simmering rice bowl. Then he fished the vegetables out and added them to the mixture. When the rice was fully cooked, he sprinkled some herbs over it for flavor and mixed it all together in the once again clean bowls he had used earlier. This bowl he handed to Kakashi, since the bowl he had cooked it in was hot enough to burn Kakashi's hands. Then he turned back to clean up his mess.
Author Note: Ok next chapter is not intended for readers of an innocent nature or age. If you are eighteen or younger please kindly wait for chapter eight and do not read chapter seven. Though there will be content of a grown-up nature in other chapters no other chapter will have as much of it as chapter seven and since I did not even let my boys read seven that should tell you something.