DON"T HURT ME! LOOK! *points down* Theres the story, see right there.
this was a BITCH to write. it was a hell consisting of : writers block, the complete lack of plan to write more from the start (it was supposed to be a one-shot) and bunnys who demanded three others story to be written...at..the...same...time... This chapter was literally dragged into existence one sentience at a time *whacks head on table*
anywho, thanks to my physiologically disturbed mind that is the scourge of the therapist office this has become a crackish drama...I need so much help its not funny. I'm also really serpised at the amount of people who liked this...I hope I wont disappoint *sweat drop*
Beta by Me myself and I (the bunnys never help, they just sit in the corner singing Glee)
DISCLAIMER: the day people like Masashi-sama start writing fiction for their own work will be the end of the world for insane fangirls like us...do...not...OWN!
WARNINGS! umm, lets see...tripping on the road of life...rabid squirrels... my TERRIBLE SPELLING (fear me!)...the dango sticks of PAIN!...OH! and an OOC Gai...ya, watch out for that...
Iruka slowly opened his eyes to blink at the dull light streaming through the half way closed curtains, he levered himself up onto his elbows so he look around the room. At the sight of the sheets the memories of the night came back to him.
A blush swept over the tanned face and Iruka fell back down on to the bed with a groan. He covered his eyes with his arm as if trying to block it all out.
Oh - his hands were untied.
Iruka smirked at his own stupidity then glanced at the clock, 9:34, it was a good thing he didn't have Academy or his would have been in trouble, big BIG trouble. He did have to be at the Mission room in an hour though.
He rolled out of bed and tried to stand, wincing when he did. Yep, he was sore, how lovely.
He never really remembered exactly how he made it to the bathroom; he did know that the long and hot shower he took didn't do much for the pain.
Iruka stood in front of the mirror, staring at the marks covering his body; he found it oddly ironic and a bit funny that many of them were bite marks, giving a silent prayer of thanks for the full body covering chuunin uniform that would hide all the marks Iruka left the bathroom and limped to the kitchen.
after finding his pants that had been thrown behind his dresser and retrieving his now ruined shirt from where it had landed on a lamp Iruka sat down on his couch, trying once again to wrap his head around what had happened.
He didn't hate the Hound, nor did he blame the ANBU. Whatever had happened last night it was clear the other ninja had been in need of human contact and Iruka held no grudge for that.
Plus there was the fact the Hound had been very gentle – well, for an ANBU in the middle of a panic attack he had been gentle – he could still move, so it was far from the end of the world.
Still, he had practically been raped by one of the most infamous ANBU in the history of Konha, just what was the normal poseur for that? Did he tell someone or – Irukas eyes widened as soon as the thought went through his head.
Tell someone? Was he crazy? He would never live it down! No, he would pretend nothing had ever happened, and it wasn't like it was the Hounds fault, who knew what had caused the elite ninja to brake like that, not that Iruka wanted to know; no he was perfectly happy going the rest of his life without ever knowing that particular piece of information
Now the only thing he had to do was figure out how to go to work while not have the room full of ninja trained to pick up on the smallest of thing find out about the pain that was making it hard to walk.
Ya, this was gonna be fuuuuunnnnnnnn.
The morning…again
The Hound rolled onto his side, groaning as he tried to block out the bright light streaming thorough the curtains. The groan turned into a yelp when his arm starched out and hit something hard and…warm…
He started, what was going on? Why was he naked? Was he being tortured? No, there was no pain, in fact he felt really good. Hospital? He had been on a mission he remembered now, no not a hospital, there were no annoying beeping sounds and the place didn't smell sickenly clean.
No this place smelt warm, and house like. Was that cinnamon?
The Hound inhaled deeply, taking in the wonderful scent. Wait, the scent, that's how the beautiful little sensei always smelt, why did-?
Groggily he opened his eyes, blinking in to try and clear them he turned his head to the side – and felt his heart stop.
Umino Iruka lay in the bed next to him. The chocolate hair made a halo around the small face, the dark lips slightly parted as the chuunin slept peacefully. The Hound ran his eyes over the others man's body – what of it he could see anyway – and was ashamed at the numerous marks that riddled it surface.
This is my fault
The Hound slipped away, grabbing his cloths he dressed as he left the room. He found his gloves and mask in the living room, he tried to put them on but his hands were shaking, the mask slipped and hit a side table, moving fast to stop a picture from falling. The ANBU found himself looking at a photo of the sensei and the blond Jinchuuiki, it was a beautiful picture but the Hound found himself dropping it back onto the table and fleeing the house like he was pursued.
He ran through the village on the roof tops not really seeing until he got back to his small apartment. Stepping around his traps he staggered into his bedroom and collapsed.
Reaching up he pulled off the mask, but as always, it didn't change what he had done
The Hound or Kakashi. He had raped Iruka
The white haired nin curled up against the ripping feeling in his heart
What had he done? How could he? What had he been thinking? What – Mission report!
Kakashi froze, he had to give his mission report to Tsunade in – he glanced up at the clock – one and a half hours ago.
Great, the blond Sannin was going to kill him. This day was going to be freaking awesome.
Kakashi strolled passed the ANBU guards, giving Rabbit a salute/wave as he did, Rabbit nodded to his Captain in answer.
Kakashi walked straight in, slouching in front of the Hokages desk, waiting for the blond to look up.
She didn't, opting to yell at him while focusing on the paper in front of her "Brat! You're late! Even more so then would be normal, now you better have a good reason for it or I will find out myself in a way you will NOT like"
Kakashi winced inside, but carefully kept his face –what could be seen of it – and body completely still, not dropping 'whatever' stance and blinking lazily just for the affect.
Tsunade looked at the white haired man and his posture, a saying about ducks came to mind at the sight of him (1) but she brushed aside.
"So? What excuse do you have for me this time, I liked the one with the dancing hippos and the rabid squirrels were pure genius but I will only let you use those once. So?"
She placed her elbows on the desk and laced her fingers together as she began to stare him down
"I just slept with the hottest person in the village and they don't even know it was me"
Tsunade's hands slipped and her head hit the table with a resounding 'CRACK!'
"Hokage-sama?" the ANBU guards came running in at the sound to find their leader face-planted into her desk. One manicured hand raised slowly and waved the two away, waiting until the door clicked back in place to lift her head and lock her gaze with the others again
"Please say you're shitting me, pink elephants. Crocs at karaoke holding the Miskage hostage. Tripping on the road of life and giving yourself a concussion – something!"
The single grey eye was full of self-loathing "oh I tripped alright, but no luck with the concussion I'm afraid"
Tsunade sighed "how bad?"
"I would ask you to punch me through the window but I know you would say no "
"Brat"
"Maa, at least it's neat this time" the copy nin held out the mission report, crisp and clean, just like Gai's always were (minus the sparkles)
The blond Sannin looked from the paper to the ninja holding it then back to the offending paper
"Who are you and where is my copy brat?"
Kakashi's eye curved up in his happy U and Tsunade stopped herself from breathing out in relief, there was no sanity loss from what ever happened, the brat just felt like shit, and as the blond saw it – Hatake had this lesson coming for years.
She just hoped whoever the brat messed up with was a forgiving soul.
Thinking of non-forgiving souls
"Good brat, take this down to the mission room and watch to see if Iruka has a heart attack when you give it to him"
The happy curve was gone, replaced by a panicked growler (2) but the white haired nin bowed, taking the paper she was holding out to him and exited the office by the window, leaving his very smug Hokage with a full cup of sake and a delicious new gossip to ponder.
Iruka was late.
Needless to say Iruka was never late, but on this wonderful Saturday afternoon the pony-tailed man was nowhere in sight, and so-
The Mission Room was in Chaos.
No; Chaos was too small a word. It was a living hell complete with fire, fist fights, perverted imps and the dango sticks of PAIN.
Yes, Izumo and Kotetsu were having SSSOOOO much fun.
In fact they both were about one grope each away from blowing the place up.
Of course Gemma didn't know that (to be fair, he didn't know that Iruka had rigged the whole building with C4) as he naively leaned into Izumo's personal space of the sixth time in the last five minutes.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"
The room froze as every head in the place turned in unison to stare at the scared chuunin who had just walked in.
Normally people would wait to see just what the scared man would do to restore the order, but not to day. The look Iruka was giving the room would have made an Uchiha melt in fear. for the first time in years the room quieted without having anyone tossed out a window or hair setting on fire
Iruka could have wept, he was so happy and relieved when the whole room quieted and became more or less orderly (less, considering we are talking about Jounin here) there would have been no way he could have pulled his normal stunts that he usually had to do to get the Jounin to cooperate; he was already using all his concentration on walking normally.
Now he only had one problem. The whole room was looking at him and he still had to walk over to his desk.
Damn, did Kami hate him or something?
Walking over to his desk was much harder than Iruka had ever thought, having to concentrate on keeping both legs even and his hips level all while still keeping a fast pace and his face emotionless. His back was screaming at him that he was insane, that it hurt enough when he had been limping so what the hell was he doing to it now?
He made it to his desk and sank into the chair, biting back the moan of relief that threatened to escape but thankfully there was no indication that anyone noticed anything, which was good, the last thing Iruka needed was the perverted community known as Jounin to find out about the other night.
Kakashi stood like a shadow in the corner, leaning against the wall, legs crossed, arms folded, watching the anarchy that was the Mission Room in amusement mixed with a little pity for the other workers, especially the little brunette with bangs over his right eye, that was the fifth time he'd seen Gemma grope his ass.
Poor guy.
Looking back at the room Kakashi watched one of the fist fights for a while then turned his attention to Anko who was demonstrating her impressive – and imaginative - skill in the use of dango sticks to puncture things other than food.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"
Kakashi had to fight the need to choke when he looked over at the pony-tailed man who had just walked in.
Seeing Iruka standing there, rigid in anger, chocolate eyes swirling with emotion; the white haired nin resisted the urge to like his lips as he remembered how the small sensei looked that morning, peaceful, beautiful. And all the memories of the night, he could still hear the man's moans ringing in his ears, the flush of the tanned skin when he touched it, the way those full lips had parted when the sensei had fought for breath, the taste of the others mouth.
Damn, just thinking about it was making Kakashi hard.
The copy nin watch in amusement as the scared man silenced the whole room with one look, Kakashi wasn't sure if it was naturally learnt skill or if the chuunin had been trained in psychological warfare cause that was one hell of a glare.
The single gray eye followed the brunette as he walked across the room to his desk. It narrowed at the level, even strides. There was no way Iruka should have been able to walk like that, no way – and Kakashi knew it wasn't just his ego talking.
There, Iruka flinched when he slid into his seat, it had only been a flicker but Kakashi knew what he had seen – though he doubted anyone who wasn't looking for it would have noticed.
He waited until the chuunin was done dealing with his long line before going up to the Academy Sensei.
"Yo"
Iruka looked up to see the copy nin greeting him with his trademark two fingered salute
"Good afternoon Kakashi-san, how are you today?"
Kakashi scratched the back of his neck sheepishly "oh you know"
Iruka raised an eyebrow at the nervous nin "o-k, what can I do for you?"
You can scream my name well I suck your-
"Tsunade told me to give you this" Kakashi blocked out the dirty (but delicious) train of thought and dropped the report on the desk. There he had delivered the thing, so Tsunade couldn't sell him to Mist to pay her debuts, now he had to get far away from the tempting man as fast as he could before he did something he'd REALLY regret
"Oh, thank you, hey, Kakashi-san?"
Kakashi froze in mid step and looked back over at the chuunin
"Umm, I was wondering if – if you would like to join me and Gai-san for drinks to night?"
Iruka inwardly whacked his head in the table Idiot! Why in the world would he want to hang out with a chuunin and his 'eternal rival' on his night off? Moron!
Well Kakashi became acquainted with the 'deer in headlights' feeling. Shit! He knows! He knows! Aahh! I am so screwed! He hates me I know it!
"Maa, I have plans"
The lie broke through both mens' thoughts, though Kakashi was the most surprised to hear it.
"Oh right oh course" Iruka nearly sighed in relief at being saved from his moment of impulse "maybe next time?" ok impulse moment NOT over
Kakashi mutely nodded before all but sprinting away, leaving a very embarrassed chuunin to mentally punching himself.
"Most Wonderful Iruka-sensei! I Was Starting To Fear I Was Being Stood Up! Most Un-Youthful!"
Iruka laughed and blushed in shame "sorry Gai-san, I seem to be having trouble with being on time today" because I can't move very fast right now, he added silently.
Gai slid over so the younger man could sit beside him at their booth; it also insured the Taijutsu user would be hidden from everyone else in the bar.
Gai sighed, relaxing into the soft cushions and letting the Green Beast persona slid away, leaving the very tired Maito Gai in its stead
"So, I take from your earlier comment it's been an interesting day?"
Iruka smiled at the older man "a bit" he turned to take the sake Gai had ordered before the teacher had gotten there from the young woman and graciously thanked the waitress.
Gai watched as the tall redhead swept her eyes over the small sensei's form with obvious interest and hunger, amused that Iruka was completely oblivious to the attraction she and a few other people in the bar had silently expressed in his direction when he had walked in.
Gai shook his head, the scared man had such a low self-image, it was sad.
He focused back on the other man when he began to speak again, pouring out of sake for the both of them as he did.
"So, what did you do with the team today?"
The next hour or so passed swiftly, with Gai doing most of the talking, telling Iruka about his Genin team and how the young ninja were progressing, and how the friendship between the group of opposites was starting to show – something Gai was very proud of.
Iruka was a wonderful listener, Gai had always liked that. The little teacher would just hear you out, no matter what you happened to be ranting about. Throughout all of Gai's speech Iruka had just sat there with a small smile that reflected in the dark brown eyes.
He was genuinely interested in what Gai was saying and showed it by just letting him talk it all out.
They had reached the part where Gai would usually start asking the other questions but tonight Iruka seemed to be a bit flustered when it came to answering, after about three Gai was sure the chuunin had something on his mind.
Gai shot a side long glance at the man beside him to see the sensei seemed to have zoned out, which was very unusual for the chuunin.
"Iruka? You ok?"
"Mmm?" Iruka looked over at the green man dazed "oh sorry Gai-san. I know I'm not being very good company"
"Something wrong?"
Iruka looked at the Taijutsu user thoughtfully, should he tell? He knew he could trust Gai, he would never tell anyone
"No, last night was a little freaky, that's all"
"Freaky as in-?"
"An ANBU broke in"
Gai stared at the other man in shock, feeling anger boil in his stomach, who? What had happened? Most importantly-
"Did they touch you?"
It sounded less like a question and more like a demand but Gai didn't care. There were very few people in the village the Taijutsu user felt comfortable enough with to stop being the Green Beast for a while;, Iruka was one of those few people and he didn't like the idea of someone – especially one that was supposed to protect - touching – hurting – the little sensei.
There had been a mass ANBU mission the other night, Gai knew – he had been part of it – and had spent the evening sobbing in the shower – after hurling his Tortoise mask across the room.
The embarrass blush that crept over Iruka's scared face and the refusal to meet the others eyes was answer enough for Gai.
It had been a hard and brutal mission – mass murder wouldn't cover it in the least - but Gai didn't care, the ANBU was going to pay
"Who was it?" Gai hadn't meant to growl but it made Iruka look at him, suspicion filled the dark eyes
"Gai-san? What are you planning?"
"Nothing, I just want to know"
"Really Gai-san you'd think a ninja could lie better than that"
That brought a small smile to the green clad man's face
"Anyway, it doesn't really matter, I'm fine. I really shouldn't have told you-"
"No! I'm glad!" Gai realized how weird that had sounded and quickly rephrased "I mean I'm glad you trust me enough to tell me something like that."
Iruka smiled, and put some money down one the table "of course I trust you Gai-san. Well I better go; there should be a rule against having to get up at 4:30 on a Sunday. I'll see you later?"
Gai nodded before reaching out to catch hold of the chuunins arm
"Iruka, I really do need you to tell me though"
The sensei tilted his head to the side "the ANBU who broke in" Gai clarified
Iruka shook his head and opened his mouth to reply but Gai silenced him by gripping his arm tighter
"No, I really do. Thing like this could mean loss of sanity – well, what little of it ANBU have – if that's the case this needs to be looked into"
Iruka held his gaze for a moment, before flashing a hand sign
The Hound
Gai quickly released the tanned arm so not to hurt the other man at the blind rage that crashed over him
The Hound – Kakashi.
Gai controlled his rage and looked back up at the chuunin calmly
"Thank you Iruka, and don't worry, you are in no way betraying trust, the ANBU was the one to that"
Kakashi was pacing.
Unable to decide if he should go see Iruka, go talk to someone else, or just stay in his house until everyone forgot about him, had resulted in a strange half circle around the room as he went partway to the door, part way to the window then part way to his bedroom, then back again.
He didn't understand why he was so freaked out; Iruka had no clue who the Hound was right?
The brooding man paused for a moment to glace out the window; he was shocked to see it was dark out. Had he really been walking in circles for two hours? Damn did he ever need help.
A loud knock on the door shook him from his revere.
"Coming" the silver haired shniobi moved slowly to his door, unlocking it and taking down the traps rhythmically, he knew who was outside, they had been there many times. Releasing the last trap Kakashi opened the door to let the other in.
"Good evening Ga-"
WHAM!
Kakashi stumbled backward. He'd been hit by Gai before but never like that.
Never in pure fury.
"Gai?"
"YOU WHITE HAIRED, LAZY ASSED, MORON OF A BASTRED!"
"Gai"
"HOW COULD YOU?"
"Gai"
"WHY WOULD YOU?"
"Gai"
"WELL ARE YOU GOING TO ANSWER ME?"
"Gai"
"WHAT?"
"The door is still open, you're scaring my neighbors and I have no clue why you're yelling at me"
Pause
"Oh"
"Also your fly is down"
Gai blush bright red, before turning to the door and closing it, muttering to himself as he did.
Kakashi exhaled then picked himself up watching the other warily in case the green man decided to attack again.
The door clicked shut but Gai kept his face toward it, taking in a deep breath he turned to his rival, trying to figure out how to start. First he needed to get them both on the same topic
"I had drinks with Iruka-sensei tonight"
There – Kakashi had flinched – it was brief and quickly controlled but Gai knew the Copy nin to well to have missed it
"That's nice Gai, and you punched me because-?"
Gai ignored the others question and ploughed right on, never taking his eyes off the curved grey one
"He mentioned something happened – last night"
Panic seeped into the single eye, but there was something else, fear? Sorrow? Or –
"Kakashi just answer me - did you break into Iruka's place last night?"
The strange emotion was back in the grey orb
"yes"
Gai almost missed the word Kakashi had said it so softly, but it didn't matter, he could feel his anger boiling over again – if only hitting the white haired nin could fix everything.
"Why? WHY? IRUKA DIDN'T DESERVE THAT YOU BASTRED! WHY DON'T YOU EVER THINK-"
Guilt – that's what was filling the grey depths of Kakashi's eye
Gai froze; he had NEVER seen Kakashi look like this.
"Kakashi?"
The Copy Nin turned away from the Taijutsu user. He gazed out the window to see it had begun to rain.
Ha, irony was a bitch, no doubt about it.
He heard Gai take a step toward him and tensed, his jaw hurt and he didn't really want to fight the other man.
"Why, just tell me why?"
"Why WHAT? GAI?"
Kakashi snapped as he turned to his rival
"WHY YOU WOULD HURT IRUKA YOU STUPID GENIUS! "(3)
"I didn't hurt him! Well… he was probably pretty sore today – actually I have no clue how he was able to walk straight – but I didn't hurt him! I didn't!"
"How come it sounds like you're trying to convince yourself more than me"
Kakashi started at that, staring blankly at Gai.
"cause I am" the whisper hung in the air between the two men, silence filling the void until Gai's heavy sigh broke it
"I believe you; I truly think you're sorry and want to fix this, so just answer me one thing. How are you going to do that?"
Kakashi turned to look out his dark window, watching the rain pore down the glass.
"I don't know"
Iruka stood in his living room, watching the rain as it came down, hearing the dull thud as it hit the wood he had nailed over the window the Hound had broken
The Hound
From the things he had said, Iruka had gathered that they knew each other – at least to some extent. All day he had been trying to match the Hounds deep voice to a face.
Five minutes ago he had.
Falling asleep on the couch was never good for him and he knew it, he also knew he had to be up early the next day, but he couldn't sleep, not anymore.
He had heard the Hound voice in his head again, like he had heard it all day, but this time it had said something the Hound had not.
"Ruka-chan" "Maa, I thought someone in your line of work would appreciate someone drawing you a picture,"
Iruka watched as the rain ran down the glass, a glimmer in the rug by the broken window caught his eye.
Bending down, Iruka reached out for the small shard, picking it up he stared at the tiny piece of glass from the shattered window that he had missed that morning
He turned it sideways and watched in it his reflection as the small tear trickled down his face.
Kakashi was the Hound
(1)You know the saying bout ducks? Their cool and calm on the outside and paddling like hell on the inside? I always thought that saying just suited Kakashi. No? Ok then….
(2)For those who don't know what that looks like, it's when you glare daggers at someone well thinking 'SHITTTTT NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO!' I've had WAY too much practice with this one…
(3)Ever yelled that at someone? The reaction is rather hilarious.
So, what happens now? I HAVE NO CLUE!
Kakashi: wait, you just dumped me and Ru in to this mess and now you don't know how to get us out of it?
Me: uhhh..Yep, that pretty much covers it
Kakashi: Rythum...
Me: don't 'Rythum' me! you want more story you gotta help! that goes for the readers too
Kakashi: BTW, Rythum thinks people are insane for liking this story
Me: Kakashi! shut up! don't tell them THAT! ahm, haha, anywho, I really need people to throw plot balls at me, cuz I'm so stuck its painful. if you have any ideas or hopes to how the story might go PLEASE TELL ME! I might not use your idea but they act like sparks for my bunnys (who have become lazy)
also for the people who think I'm being over dramatic with the whole thing, think of it this way. There is a HUGE difference between picking up someone at the bar and being rough with them to breaking into someones place and taking them. even if Kakashi didn't hurt Iruka too much its the breaking and entering that we can hit him with.
as for Gai...well he can't be that insane ALL the time, trust me you collapse after a few days...
Thanks for letting me rant! Later!
Rythum