Chapter 4

Sasuke waited. He had arranged to meet with his sensei at 10am. It was now 1pm. He was starving and he had lost all feeling in his bottom. But he was determined to wait. He really needed to talk to Kakashi. The copy-nin was the only person who knew of his and Naruto's relationship, beside the Hokage.* He was also the only man Sasuke felt comfortable enough to talk to about such things and even then he found it hard. He also knew his teacher would be able to understand because he also 'batted for the other team.' A straight guy giving a gay guy instruction on romancing another guy wouldn't really work out.

'Technically, Kakashi-sensei doesn't bat for the other team' thought Sasuke. 'We're on the same team. What is the name of our team? Gay pride? Men R us? What colour's the uniform? I hope it's not pink, I look terrible in pink……Oh no. I've been here too long. I just took a saying literally and developed it. I'm going mad.'

While Sasuke questioned his sanity, Kakashi poofed into existence next to him. He listened to him mutter.

'If I was mad, I wouldn't think I was mad, would I? But then if I am going mad and know I'm going mad, does that mean I want to? I wonder if I did go mad, would Naruto still care about me? It would be nice if he looked after me in my madness. But then I wouldn't be able to fu…

'AHEM!' Kakashi decided that was enough. He didn't want to think about his students doing that. Oh no, now he was. Quick, change it to Iruka and him. Mmm oh dear, now he was embarrassing himself. Discreetly crossing his legs, he tried to refocus. He realised Sasuke had been talking to him. More like yelling at him.

"…..over 3 hours late! I don't have feeling in my butt now, thanks to you. Are you even listening?" One eye blinked at a practically livid teen.

"Maa, a little." Its owner said. Sasuke huffed. Bringing out an Icha Icha book (an old one by the looks of dirty cover and dog eared pages), Kakashi continued.

"So what did your majesty call me here for?" he asked, ignoring the look of death Sasuke was giving him. He raised an eyebrow when his student looked down at his hands and frowned.

'How should I put it?' thought Sasuke. 'Should I make light conversation and then ask him? Or should I get right down to business?' He felt Kakashi staring at him. He decided not to beat around the bush.

"I need to be romantic!" he practically yelled, cheeks going pink.

Kakashi was nearly bowled over by the announcement. Romantic? But why? Then he remembered. Valentines Day was just one month away. Naruto always got into it. So Sasuke wanted to do something special for his idiot, eh? He smirked, how sweet.

"Why would you ask me, of all people?"

"Because you've probably had experience and I don't know anyone else!"

Kakashi nodded. That was true. It wasn't like Sasuke could ask his father for advice. Or his brother. Even if his brother was still in the village, the answer would probably be something along the lines of 'Kill him'. Itachi wasn't known for his great caring emotions.

"Why don't you just buy him a chocolate and do what you were muttering about to him?"

Sasuke blushed like a tomato. He felt very un-Uchiha like right now.

"I can't. It….It" he trailed off, biting his lip.

'Awww he is so cute when it comes to Naruto. Hehe, more ways to tease him.' thought Kakashi.

"It has to be special. Because…because…because he is. To me." Sasuke was obviously having problems getting this out. It was probably his biggest admittance of feelings out loud. Actually, it was probably his biggest admittance of feelings full stop.

"That's why it has to be special. Because he is important. And I have to show him that or….or…" his voice dropped. "Or I might lose him."

Kakashi placed a hand on his shoulder. Sasuke obviously didn't know how much Naruto cared about him. How much he loved him. Sasuke didn't see the smiles Naruto gave him when his back was turned. He didn't know about the secret kisses he placed on his forehead while Sasuke slept. He didn't hear the way Naruto spoke about him. Kakashi couldn't tease him now. Not after Sasuke had just confided in him something so big he probably didn't realise it himself.

"Come on." He said standing up. "As an apology for being late, I'll treat you to lunch. We can discuss a course of action over it as well."

"Okay." said Sasuke. Then a look of fear crossed his face. "As long as it's not ramen. I don't think I could handle anymore ramen." Kakashi laughed. That's what you got for being the boyfriend of Naruto. He looked at Sasuke. His student hadn't moved and a look of worry was smeared on his face.

"You okay, Sasuke?" the subject shifted awkwardly, froze, pulled a face and looked up at his teacher.

"You remember how I said I had been waiting here over 3 hours?" Kakashi nodded. Where was this going? "Well, I didn't move that entire time." Kakashi's eye widened. Sasuke had mentioned he had no feeling in his buttocks, could it be? He smothered a laugh.
"Sensei?" said Sasuke. "I can't move." Kakashi broke. He fell over, holding his sides, laughing uncontrollably.

---Meanwhile---

Iruka had a hangover. Not just any hangover but one that felt like a hundred mini miners and their families were having a gold rush in his head. He had managed to lurch out of bed, make some breakfast, take an aspirin and lurch back to bed. Thank goodness it was a weekend.
Suddenly, the miners brought out the water canons. Someone was knocking on his door. AAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Iruka lurched downstairs. He wrenched the door open and gave the perpetrator a glare worthy of the Uchiha clan.

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Naruto jumped back. His teacher looked like an extra from 'Night of the Living Dead.' His hair was out and messy. He had large bags under his eyes. He was hunched over and his mouth was slightly open. It would have been comical if it weren't for the glare he was sending Naruto's way. A glare that would have given Sasuke a shiver down his spine.

"S..S..Sensei?" he ventured. Iruka grunted. Then he vaguely waved at Naruto to come inside. The teen obliged slowly; he wasn't too sure that he wanted to be alone with the man at the moment. He followed the zombiefied ninja into the living room. Iruka made sure he sat down before lurching towards the kitchen to make tea. Naruto sensed a disaster.

"Ah, Sensei, I'll.." A crash sounded from the kitchen. "…do it." Naruto got up and headed to the kitchen. Iruka was lying face down on the floor with a pan on his head. Naruto removed the pan, put it back, reached down and plopped his father-figure in a chair. Iruka flopped on top of the table. They stayed in a comfortable silence while Naruto made the tea. Iruka snorted and sat up blearily when Naruto placed a cup of tea in front of him. He downed the drink in one go and stared at the person opposite him.

"Why you here so early, Naruto?" he asked, still bleary. Naruto smiled.

"It's one o'clock in the afternoon, Sensei." The look on Iruka's face was priceless. He opened and closed his mouth a few times.

"Eh?" he finally managed. Naruto laughed, making Iruka grip his head.

"OoooohhhhoooowwwwwOOOOOooooo" he moaned.

"You got hammered last night, didn't you, Sensei?" Iruka nodded. He didn't remember much after leaving Naruto's apartment and getting to the Bar but by the feel of his head, Naruto was probably right. The 17 year old laughed again.

"Well, you don't have to talk much. Just listen. I have a little plan for Valentines Day and I need your help. If you promise to help then I'll help you recover from your hangover and won't tell anyone about it." That sounded good.

"I proms." mumbled Iruka. Naruto started to speak.

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Sasuke stared at his teacher.

"I can't do that; it's ridiculous!" Kakashi shrugged.

"You asked for my help." Sasuke grumbled.

"Alright." He said. "But I'm not wearing the dress."

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Iruka stared at his ex-student.

"You can't be serious; that's ridiculous!" Naruto shrugged.

"I'm not letting him get away from me." Iruka nodded.

"Alright." He said. "I'll see what I can do about the dress."

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Told you the story was going to mesh. Hope you liked it!

*the Hokage made it known to all Ninjas that if they had a relationship, she needed to know about it. If it was secret you could keep it secret as long as she was in on the secret.