Chapter 7
Disclaimer: The title Naruto and anything that has to with it belongs to Kishimoto-sensei. But Uzumaki Naruto's ass belongs solely and wholly to the great Uchiha Sasuke.
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"Good morning, Iruka-sensei!"
"Good morn –KAKASHI-SENSEI!" the brown-haired man slapped the wandering hands off his rear area. The masked pervert raised both of his hands in mock apology. Iruka resisted the urge to punch that grinning (?) face or whatever Kakashi was doing behind that mask of his. It was hard to tell what the other man was thinking with only a single eye peeking out of the coverings on his face.
"I love you too, Iruka-chan!"
The other faculty members didn't mind the two and kept on doing whatever teachers had to do –evaluate students, make exams that the answers are only known between them and the devil, give assignments and projects to be finished in a day, assign them activities that would embarrass and scar them for life and some more to torture the students. And after all going through all that works of hell, they would fail the students and make them repeat another year to undergo the same treatments all over again. Kakashi declaring his undying love for Iruka was as common as F's on papers.
It was always a source of wonder for Iruka why the grey-haired man was always, and definitely, late. No one ever complained of it though. Then again, his advisory class had some of the best students in the school. He was an effective albeit irresponsible teacher.
Shaking the thoughts out of his head, Iruka opened his lesson plan and started scribbling enthusiastically in the lines. Planning on how to make your students like the lessons was a hard job but it was very fulfilling when you know that you have helped them in learning something new.
Kakashi might be a pervert but he was also a very good teacher. He would even be perfect if he could just fix his time and perverted ways.
"Ah, I think I have another set of lesson plan here…" Iruka turned his back on Kakashi to face his table. "I know I have it somewhere…wait" he propped one of his legs on the table and flipped some of his papers. He felt Kakashi leaned closer and a brush on his rear side, but swept it aside as an accident and continued his search.
He gasped when he felt a hand grab his left butt cheek, and this time it was definitely not an accident. It was squeezing it; Kakashi the pervert was kneading and fondling his butt! And sheer instinct guided Iruka to turn around quickly and slapped that masked face.
"Iruka-sensei! That hurts," sobbed the grey-haired man as he put both of his hands to cover his already covered face. Iruka panicked and calmed Kakashi, mentally chastising himself for overreacting but the logical and anti-molesting part of his brain defended the course of action he had taken.
"Kakashi-sensei, please forgive me!" the teacher didn't know how to console the crying man. Kakashi's hands dropped to his sides with his head still bent down. "I react –wait, are you laughing?"
The man's mask was crinkling and an outline of an opening mouth and a deep, masculine chuckling resonated.
"Your ass was simply begging to be manhandled. And don't worry other than my pride, who could bounce back easily, nothing was hurt."
The chocolate-eyed Literature teacher gaped at the newcomer. He could not believe what was happening.
"The slap was worth it. If you'll just let me do that to you and more, I would happily be your personal walking punch bag!" there was a twisted glint in that single visible eye as he directly looked at Iruka.
Don't judge a book by its cover. And definitely don't judge a seemingly harmless masked educator.
"And I love you too, Iruka-chan~ "the English teacher blew a flying kiss to the stunned man.
The anti-molesting area of his head prevailed and made the obvious conclusion.
Kakashi was to be avoided if he wanted his ass safe and secured. He was a threat, a very perverted threat.
That happened a year ago when Kakashi was still in his first week in Konoha Academy.
Iruka was a very simple man. He had a warm brown complexion and his face was far from the definition of handsome or beautiful. He even had a small scar across the bridge of his nose. He had average body built and height. He lived in a middle class subdivision in a two-bedroom house. All in all he did not fall in the background nor did he stand-out.
Whereas Kakashi was the opposite of him. He was outstanding in his own, weird Kakashi way. He had a lousy sense of timing, a peculiar fashion sense and a man who cannot lived without that small orange book with a very explicit, adults-only contents. Iruka once checked it out in a bookstore since it was in the bestseller's rack. After the first ten pages, he found out that it was positively not a guide for effective teaching. But despite these deficiencies, he was popular with the female population and some males in the mix in this school.
The two of them were so different and probably lived in different dimensions. How could he believe that Hatake Kakashi was interested in him? If he believed every word, he might be simply disappointed in the end. It was enough that he had deluded himself that those sweet words were real and that they mean more than in their denotative form.
He could not take it if he discovered that it was all but a farce. These feelings he have are already bad enough for his heart.
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"I wonder what my little dolphin is doing right now." Kakashi wondered aloud in the midst of reading and checking his students' essays. It would be always like this; he would be in the middle of something then Iruka would pop in his mind and he would forget everything. He checked his wrist watch and sighed disappointedly when the hands indicated that it would be another four hours when his own hands would be grabbing that lovely derriere.
Although being a teacher at first was merely a profession to kill his time, he ended up enjoying and loving it. Maybe because the man he wanted to be with his side forever loved and dedicated himself in this calling.
Kakashi easily gets bored of a routine. His disguises were another way to amuse his self and make the others spin their head crazily in trying to figure what he really looked like. It was also one way of dealing with the phony people in show business. Stardom is all glitz and glamour, fame and fortune, plastic surgeries and fallacies. If you lived in that kind of environment, you could not help but be cynical and turn into a pessimist and see the worst qualities of a person.
He used to be like that.
One day when he had enough of dealing with those things, he took a drive and reached Konoha, his childhood home. He saw the vacancy posted in the enormous gates of the academy and for whatever reason, he was accepted. He thought it would be like his other recreational jobs that would last for a month.
When he was introduced, he could see the other teachers' reaction on his choice of clothing. Of course he had expected that; people were all about the looks.
But Iruka was different.
"Welcome to Konoha Academy, Hatake-san. I'm Umino Iruka, a Literature teacher. Just call me Iruka-sensei," the brown haired man in the front welcomed him with a beautifully warm smile.
He saw Cupid with his fluffy wings and ridiculous diaper pull out a bow from his collection. It had a heart-shaped tip and aimed it at Kakashi's chest. Bull's eye and he was in love.
The other man volunteered to be his guide to the inner and outer workings of the academy. His kindness and gentleness he showed Kakashi was more genuine than a tanned hide of a pitiable crocodile that was made into expensive leather.
He pulled out Sasuke's paper and written there in fine, elegant strokes were these words:
"Love never questions, doubts and falters. You have no holds over whom your heart chooses to beat for. It is never a question of gender, age or social standing. The only thing that it recognizes as reasonable and logical is love itself."
So what if they were both guys? The society that dictates what was right for its people the standards of choosing who to…love , society could fuck itself in its ass in whatever pole there is, preferably the kind of pole with thorns and laced with poison. And Kakashi would obligingly fuck Iruka too.
He scanned the paper once again. Kakashi had given them human feelings as the topic. The essay was perfect in every aspect, coming from Sasuke it would be. The love was emanating from every Roman symbol; the writer clearly understood what love was. Experience was really one of the best teachers, with the actor being in love.
The next paper belonged to Naruto. He read through and found spelling and grammatical mistakes, erasures here and there, mostly from the blondes flitting concentration. Hurting was the topic he chose, clearly expressing what he understood of it from his experiences and observations from others in his loopy scrawls. He noticed a specific line and read it again, and then taking Sasuke's paper compared the two of it. By coincidence or a play of chance, the exact words were written in different papers and different penmanship:
"But nothing hurts quite like unrequited love."
It gives you the best sensation when you know that your sentiments are reciprocated well and more.
Sasuke and Naruto may not have see eye to eye but to an extent, their emotions resonate.
If only Kakashi and Iruka, Sasuke and Naruto see eye to eye, face to face and especially, heart to heart.
TBC
Sorry for the shortness. I felt a need to make more space for KakaIru. This is one of those filler chapter-thingies that took me 17 tries before I was a little bit contented. The underlined words are from one of the essays I've written for school.
Has anyone of you guys read the shounen ai title Aitsu no Daihonmei (His Most Favorite)? Great storyline with very simple art. This takes the concept of "looks doesn't matter" to a whole new level.
R&R minna-san! ^^