Hey! Wolf here! I have a feeling some of you are gonna hate me for this chapter X( Anyways, I hope you enjoy, haha.
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"Ugh... where... where am I?" a tired voice asked.
"Huh? Sir! You're ok!"
"Yoko?" the voice repeated staring at the girl with a dumbfounded look. "What the hell happened to me, and why does it feel like I've been sleeping forever?"
"Kakashi sensei, you were in a coma for a week."
"A what?"
"Please, you can't agitate yourself. Your wounds are serious. You were about to protect Denji when this intruder stabbed you."
"Denji? Denji! Is he ok? Is everything alright?"
"I swear, I'll knock you out if you don't calm down," the girl warned.
"Sorry," Kakashi apologized sheepishly, relaxing into the sheets of the hospital bed.
"Good, and Denji is ok. Master Hajime came rushing by and took care of the intruders. He got hurt pretty badly- worse than you, but he's ok now."
"That's good to hear. I didn't know this ship had a hospital."
"It doesn't, haha. We made a B-line to the nearest island to get you two into medical care."
"Wow I caused all of this commotion? I feel so worthless."
"You're not worthless," Yoko comforted. "You protected all of us. I think that was very brave of you. I'm honored to be your student, sir; me and the rest of us are," Yoko finished with a small blush.
"I'm glad to have you as my student- all of you. You guys fought bravely. I'm proud of you," Kakashi praised, coughing slightly while clutching his sides. "Fuck," he seethed out.
"You need to relax more. I'll be in the waiting room, so ring the bell to your left if you need medical assistance. Take it easy," Yoko said, exiting the hospital room, leaving the pale man by himself.
"How the hell could I let myself get carried away like that and let down my defense? That was a horrible example for the students," Kakashi scolded himself, closing his eyes in frustration. "At least Hachiku was injured too... wait, that came out wrong. What I meant to say was... oh fuck it. At least Hachiku was injured too, so I didn't look like too much of an ass. I need a long vacation after this. Yeah, that sounds nice; a vacation with just me and Iruka. Maybe to Hawaii? Or maybe we'll stay in our country. As long as it's with 'Ruru, I'll be good. Look at me, I'm talking to myself now. I must be loosing my mind."
"Mr. Hatake?" called a female voice.
"Yes?" he answered opening his eyes to see who was calling him.
'A nurse?' he thought in slight confusion. 'Do I need a shot or something?'
"My name is Haruka. It's good to see you're finally awake after a week," the nurse said, entering the room, silently closing the door behind her. "How do you feel?"
"Like shit," the silver haired man answered bluntly.
"Haha, you're a straightforward person, aren't you? Well that's quite normal. Your body just needs about a day to recover its biological functions. You'll have to stay here for a few more days, so that we may gradually switch you over to solid food, and check on your healing. Your bandages look ok, so I'll change them in a few hours. I'll also administer a small shot during that time, which should aide in your recovery."
"Thank you so much, nurse. How is Hachiku doing?"
"Mr. Hajime? He's doing great. He woke up from his coma a few days ago, but he has major shoulder and chest injuries. Some major tendons were torn, and a few ribs were broken, but he'll make a clean recovery. He wanted me to tell you that you did a great job, and that he couldn't ask for a better assistant."
"Wow, I feel stupid now."
"Why?" Haruka asked, taking a seat by Kakashi's bedside.
"Huh?"
"You just said you felt stupid," she chuckled out.
"I did? Oops. It was nothing, really," Kakashi defended.
"Whatever you say," Haruka giggled softly. "So do you need anything? Something to drink, food...?"
"Oh no, thanks. I'm fine. I just need some more sleep, and then I'll be ok."
"Ok Mr. Hatake. Take care."
She exited the room as silently as she had entered, leaving Kakashi alone once again.
"I have to stop thinking out loud," Kakashi chastised himself, smacking his forehead with his palm when he realized he had just repeated the bad behavior. "Whatever, I'll fix my flaw later. So how long am I supposed to be in critical conditioning again? A month? No, that sounds too short. Maybe four? Hmmm, playing doctor is too hard-"
"Kakashi, you dumbass!" yelled a familiar voice.
"God?" Kakashi responded, earning a slap to the back of his head. "Hey, watch it! I'm in critical condition, thanks to you De-de."
"Thanks to me?" Denji repeated, standing by the pale man's bed, arms folded across his chest. "I didn't ask to be saved."
"So you liked being pulled by your hair? I would have never pegged you for a masochist."
"Fuck you. Besides, do you know what could have happened? You could have died! I was so worried!"
"Awe, someone cares," the silver haired man teased, sitting up in his bed.
"Of coursed I do... ugh don't make me get mushy here."
"Haha, you were always a softie."
"Anyways Mr. 'I'm gonna keep insulting you,' how can you stand being in here? Everything's so sterile and... white. It smells like death."
"That would be the smell of bleach."
"Death, bleach; same difference," the green haired male argued, taking a seat beside his friend on the small bed.
"No, that would be like comparing an apple to an orange. They're two different things."
"But they're still fruits."
"Yeah, but... wait, are we really gonna argue over this?"
"Well, it's what we do best."
"Come here," Kakashi playfully beckoned, pulling Denji into a headlock.
"Why sir, I believe you are taken, are you not?" the pinned man teased.
"Haha yeah, I am- happily. Besides, we're just brothers from another mother," Kakashi chuckled releasing his grip on the other. "Ugh, I have to get a shot soon."
"Awe, does someone want me to hold their hand?"
"Pwease?"
"Baby," Denji jabbed. "Look on the bright side; you'll be all healed up in like four months tops."
"That's a really long time."
"You know what's a long time?" the green haired man asked. "Two years."
"Great to see your optimism's coming back," Kakashi drawled out sarcastically.
"You're welcome!" Denji said with fake happiness, causing both to laugh.
"Ow, shit! I can't even laugh? What the hell is this?"
"That would be your body telling you it needs to heal. You should listen to it."
"No shit, Sherlock. Ok just don't make me laugh," the pale man warned, clutching his stomach.
"Ok, I won't," Denji replied, putting on a serious face.
"Stop that," Kakashi said beginning to giggle.
"Stop what?"
"That face you're making."
"What face?" the green haired man asked, turning to face the other directly.
"That retarded one."
"Are you calling me retarded?"
"No just the face you're making."
"Shut-up and get some sleep."
"Iruka," Anko whined tugging on the tanned man's arm. "You have to go!"
"Anko, for the last time I'm not going to go clubbing with you. It's degrading. And I'm already taken!"
"Kurenai and Asuma are going, and they're taken."
"Yea, by each other. So are we gonna spend our time arguing, or will we be enjoying this tea shop?"
"Can't we do both?" Anko asked, earning a deadly glare. "Ok, a compromise. You go for two hours and I leave you alone."
"Only two?"
"Yeppers."
"Ugh... fine, but don't you dare say anything to Kakashi when he comes back."
"My lips are sealed. Hey, why don't you take your waiter friend along?" Anko queried, calling a nearby waitress for another refill of tea. "Ah yes, I would like to try Jasmine this time. Thank-you," she thanked the woman. "Anyways, it seems like it'd loosen him up some."
"No. He might try to make a move on me when he's drunk or something."
"All the better!"
"Anko," Iruka seethed.
"Fine, fine, I'll leave you alone. We'll get ready after I drink this last cup of tea."
"Tell me again why I'm wearing leather pants," Iruka demanded, taking a seat at the bar stool.
"Quit wining, and stop tugging on them. You look great," Anko answered, taking a seat next to him, ordering two glasses of sake. "Besides, this type of club calls for hot pants."
"Ugh, I feel like a stripper."
"And you look like one too... hey! I'm just saying," Anko giggled, ignoring the tanned man's glare. "Hey where's the bathroom anyways?"
"Come on," Iruka sighed, "I'll take you there."
Iruka walked her over towards the bathroom, the lights of the club flashing down upon him in pulsing bursts. He dodged dancers left and right as he literally dragged the purple haired girl behind him, eager to return to the safety of his bar stool.
"Oh, thanks 'Ruru," Anko thanked, running into the bathroom.
"So hyper," Iruka chuckled, returning to his seat. "Oh, the drinks are out." Iruka took a sip of his sake, almost moaning in relief. "Ah, this is just what I needed."
"Sorry to keep you waiting," Anko apologized.
"It's ok, you didn't stay too long."
"So are you enjoying yourself?"
"The loud, obnoxious music? No. The alcohol? Yes."
"Haha, as stubborn as always," the woman teased. "Hey, that's my favorite song! Come dance with me!" she pleaded.
"When I'm done with this drink, I promise," Iruka reassured.
"Ok, but hurry up!" she demanded, rushing off onto the dance floor.
Iruka watched the girl sway to the music, moving to and fro to the music's beat, as the lights flashed on and off overhead. Iruka turned his attention back towards the last of his sake, and drank the rest.
"Ugh... why is my head starting to hurt? Am I drunk? Can't be... I've only had one drink. Ugh," he groaned, clutching his head. "Anko..." he called out weekly, attempting to find the girl once again."Shit when did everything become blurry, and why is the room spinning...? Anko?"
"Well, well, well," came a deep voice from Iruka's left. "Looks like it worked."
"Who the hell are you?" Iruka asked, eyes squinted in a desperate attempt to make out the shady figure.
"That's not important now. What is important is that I get you back to my place so that we can have a little fun. What do you say?" the voice snickered out.
"I say... ugh..." Iruka moaned, eyes drooping shut. "I say... I say..." He swayed a few more times before collapsing onto the table.
"Is he all right?" the bartender asked from across the counter, busy tending to other customers.
"Oh, yes. He just had a little too much, haha. I'll take good care of him," the mystery man answered, giving the bartender a toothy grin. He looked down at the now passed out man and whispered, "Oh I'll take very good care of you."
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