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"I did ask you over for a drink Kakashi-san." The teacher almost smirked, teasing Kakashi by waving the bottle in front of the mans face.
"And it would be rude to decline." Kakashi watched as Iruka poured two small cups of the high quality sake. Obviously the man had survived a terrible day. "Not a good day with the kids?" Kakashi asked taking a cup and setting it on the coffee table.
"It was… tough. Being hungover and all." Iruka mad a face before drinking a good measure of sake.
"It's a wonder you don't show up drunk to class every day Iruka-Kun. I certainly would." Both men shared a laugh as the conversation began to deepen.
Kakashi would have been lying if he said he wasn't surprised that Iruka never tried to peak at his face. Every time Kakashi would lean over to the table to grab his cup, Iruka would suddenly become very interested in his hands, or the cup he was holding. It made him a little happy that Iruka never pushed to see his face.
He wasn't sure what had happened, they had started off the night with Iruka on his chair, and Kakashi in his spot on the couch, both of them casually drinking the sake Iruka had brought out. At some point, Iruka had left his chair, and had taken a seat beside Kakashi to better tell one of his wonderful stories. Now, Iruka was inches away from him, excitedly telling Kakashi about one of his childhood friends. When had he gotten so close? The man was obviously crossing the thresh hold between tipsy and drunk, every once and a while a word would slur, or he would have to pause while his brain searched for the right word. Even Kakashi himself was feeling the effects.
"Kami that was such a nice day." The teacher spoke, his head lowering until his forehead was pressed to Kakashi's shoulder.
Kakashi froze. Having Iruka in such a position, and being not entirely sober himself, Kakashi felt maybe this was a little to dangerous. He could smell the teacher, yes there was the strong scent of sake, but under that was something uniquely Iruka. He could feel the teachers chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, the slight tickle of hair as some of Iruka's silky strands escaped the confines of the hair tie, the way his hand twitched against the fabric of the couch. It was to much for Kakashi.
"I-Iruka-sensei, this is … dangerous …" He spoke quietly, as if all hell would break loose if he spoke to loudly. (Broke)
"Hmm?" Iruka turned his head slightly, so it still rested on Kakashi's shoulder, but now he could look Kakashi in eye, his big brown eyes, slightly glazed and staring into Kakashi's one grey eye with such innocence to his current position.
Out of sheer will power, he forced himself not encircle the drunk Chunin in his arms, not to bite the ear that was oh so close to his mouth, covered or not. | Kakashi turned his head, taking the temptation away from himself, and his eyes landed on the tower of books at the end of the couch. "What did you mean by sorting your books earlier." He spoke, his voice a little wobbly.
Iruka lifted his head from Kakashi's shoulder, his slightly glossy eyes looking around the room as his impaired brain registered the question. "Oh!" Iruka almost yelled, jumping off the couch. "I'll show you!" He went to the end of the couch to grab some of the tower of books, still sober enough to grab the books and hold them without falling. Kakashi was impressed. "It's upstairs, can you help me bring these Kakashi-san?" His eyes pleaded for Kakashi to agree.
Of course Kakashi agreed, bending over and taking the rest of the pile, following his wonderful little Sensei to the stairs. He smiled under his mask when he realized Iruka had aldready given him a nick name, weather he had realized it or not. "Are you sure you can handle the stairs Sensei?"
"I'm not that drunk yet Kakashi-san."
When Iruka opened the door to the room adjacent to his bedroom, Kakashi saw something he really did not expect to see; a library. The room was filled with floor to ceiling bookshelves, and most of those shelves were full. Some of the shelves had awards, or pictures of Iruka's family, but the sheer amount of novels shocked the Jounin. "Wow …" that was all Kakashi could manage as he placed the books with the other pile Iruka had brought up earlier.
"Yea, it's kind of cool huh?" Iruka walked around the room, his footsteps making a small padding noise as he walked.
"I don't think I've ever seen so many books all in one place, a place that wasn't a book store or library of course."
"My parents started it. I guess I got my love of reading from them …"
"It's a wonderful place." Kakashi spoke as Iruka took a seat on the floor. Kakashi followed suit, leaning against one of the book shelves as Iruka began speaking again.
Over the course of the story, Kakashi could see and hear the alcohol taking affect on the teacher. By the time Iruka finished, Kakashi was sure he was in for another hangover, however slight it would be.
"Kakashi-san, what is the time? I can't see the clock well enough." Kakashi liked that Iruka knew when he was drunk, and seemed to have no problem asking for help when he was unable to do something.
"It's three forty-two am Sensei; would you like to go to sleep?" Although Kakashi didn't exactly want to leave Iruka's presence, he knew it was late and Iruka did need his sleep, weekend or not.
"Actually… a nap does sound nice Kakashi-san." Iruka was also a little disappointed, but sleep was a necessity of life, and so when Kakashi offered a hand to help Iruka up, he took it.
Iruka walked Kakashi to the door, or maybe it was Kakashi who walked them both to the door, assisting the Chunin down the stairs and to the door. "I'll se you tomorrow Iruka-kun." Kakashi was delighted as Iruka's expressive face scowled at the name, then smiled and chuckled a little. Kakashi left the teachers side, stepping to the other side of the door thresh hold.
"I had a wonderful time tonight Kakashi-san. And thank you very much for the books." A small blush tinted the Chunin's face after the statement, and just as Kakashi was about to respond, Iruka shot forwards, faster than Kakashi thought the drunken man was capable of, and grabbed his face. A hand on either cheek as Iruka pulled Kakashi's head down and placed a chaste kiss on his clothed lips.
It was over in seconds, Iruka pulling away and saying his goodnights before he closed the door on the frozen Kakashi. What had just happened there … It took a few minutes before Kakashi could move again, his mind in turmoil about that nights events.
Iruka slept soundly that night, tucking himself into bed and sleeping late into the next morning.
Kakashi on the other had got no sleep. Why had Iruka done that? Being drunk didn't make people do things differently, or change their thoughts, it just acted as a sort of truth serum, make you more open to the truth. Did Iruka feel for the other man, or was it just a drunken version of brotherly love?
Iruka loved the weekend. Two days that were purely his own. No Kids to watch, no mission room shifts, he could laze all day if he wanted. Never getting dressed, walking around his house in nothing but his boxers, drinking tea and reading his novels. Unfortunately for Iurka, today was not one of those days. A ringing of the doorbell had him slipping into some pats and running down the stairs for answer the door.
"Good morning Iruka-kun!" Came the cheery reply from Kakashi.
Iruka almost slammed the door in Kakashi's face right there. It was to early in the afternoon to start thinking about the events of last night. Iruka had hoped he would be able to avoid such thoughts the entire day, thus why just moments ago his nose had been buried in a very good book. "To what do I owe the honor Kakashi-san?"
Kakashi was delighted in the fact Iruka didn't mention his nick name, not even a scoff. "I was thinking we could go for a walk on this fine day." The man seemed almost … excited, happy. Different from his usual air of indifference.
"Well Kakashi-san … I suppose that would be ok. Let me get dressed properly then; make yourself comfortable." He gestured the man inside, and Kakashi took his usual seat on the couch while Iruka got dressed.
When the Chunin made his way down stairs, Kakashi became more nervous. Would Iruka remember what happened the previous night? Would he bring it up in conversation? How would Kakashi answer his questions. Would he have to confess to Iruka so soon?
"Ready Kakashi-san?" The man nodded, getting up and waiting outside the door for the man before they left.
The walk was nice, Kakashi leading Iruka and himself through some of the nice forested area of the town, through the parks, and around a splash zone where little kids played in sprinklers and water spouts set up by the town.
They talked about everything, nothing of any real importance, just talked for the sake of talking. Both men thoroughly enjoyed the easygoing conversations they had, but Iruka was to curious now. Earlier he had been staving off the thoughts and memories of last night. Now with nothing to occupy his mind but Kakashi, the memories were crashing like raging waves into his mind. "Kakashi … last night-" He didn't know how to continue.
"Maybe we should go else where for this conversation …" Kakashi lead them further in to a near by forested area, sitting down on a fallen log wand waiting for Iruka to continue.
"Last night … I kissed. You."
Oh Kami … the way Iruka started the sentence made Kakashi nervous.
"I don't… I don't know why Kakashi, and I'm sorry if I've caused you any turmoil."
Well it was to fucking late for that. Hmm.
"But what is bothering me more," He continued, looking into his hands as he nervously fidgeted. "I had … I had leaned against you, and you … you had said something about that being dangerous." He looked up at Kakashi, his eyes wide and pleading. "What did you mean?"
Great, one of the worst possible questions Iruka could have asked. He waited a few moments, carefully choosing his words before he responded. "You see… the thing about me Iruka-sensei…" It was Kakashi's turn to fidget, his hand coming up and awkwardly grabbing the back of his head, his knee moving up and down tapping his heel on the ground. "We were both drunk Sensei … and I Uhh …" Kakashi wasn't used to stuttering, and Iruka thought that when Kakashi was like this, nervous and fidgety, he looked almost … vulnerable. "You see Iruka-sensei, I well … I prefer males … to females usually. And with us both drunk and you …"
Iruka realized what Kakashi was saying before he had time to finish, the Chunin jumping up and giving a slight bow before Kakashi. "Kakashi-san I didn't know. I am so sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel awkward or … oh Kami I am so sorry." Iruka continued to stutter out apologies as Kakashi looked down and continued to scratch the back of his head.
"Maa It's ok Sensei … but your not …scared? Alarmed?" This was his biggest fear, more than Iruka not returning his feelings, it was that the smaller man would not accept that Kakashi more often than not liked to share his bed with males.
"No. No Kakashi-san, It doesn't bother me at all. Uhh … to each his own. Right?"
Kakashi nodded, standing up and beginning to walk back to the path, signalling that this conversation was over. Iruka picked up on an earlier conversation, trying to ease the tension that he had created. The rest of his afternoon was still spent with Kakashi, chatting away like usual. They stopped into a local bar and had a few drinks before Kakashi walked Iruka home.
On their way, the men passed the flower store that Ino's family owned, Iruka ask Kakashi to stop by so he could look at the flowers. He chatted casualy with Ino about some of the new in season flowers, how she was doing and other such things. Kakashi looked around awkwardly, hoping this wouldn't allow Iruka to catch on. Ino's family store was the only one in the whole of Kohona that had a constant supply of lilies out of season.
Iruka finished his chat with Ino and eventually the both of them left, a pleasant silence came over them as Kakashi walked Iruka back to his home. "Kakashi-san … I- I'm really sorry … about all that-."
"Don't worry Iruka-kun." He smiled as the teachers worried expression turned to a scowl. "It's all ok. So just don't… go spreading any of this around… you know?"
Iruka nodded, saying his goodnights before he went inside, leaving Kakashi to his own devices.
Kakashi began his walk back home, kicking the ground with his feet as he went. So now Iruka knew. He wasn't disgusted. He seemed perfectly ok with it actually. It gave Kakashi hope. Kakashi's musings were interrupted by a poof, and a surge of chakra, two ANBU agents appearing behind him.
"The Hokage has a mission for you."
Another poof, and they had gone. So much for spending his entire weekend with Iruka.
Whoa!
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