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Memories
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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The first memory he had of his best friend was of stealing his lollipop. He figured they couldn't have been more than about two years old at the time, maybe even less. He didn’t remember much about it other than a squalling toddler-sized version of Izumo, a bright patch of sunshine on the carpet and cherry flavoring.
His mother had immediately taken the treat from him and given it back to Izumo who, by this time, didn't want it anymore. He vaguely remembered thinking that would mean he'd get to eat it, but instead, it went into the garbage can. Then he'd let loose his own screaming fit, only to feel his mother's hand against his bottom for his trouble.
For a while after that, he didn't like Izumo very much. But he got stuck seeing him all the time because their mothers were best friends. To add insult to injury, they lived next door to each other. He did, at least, learn not to steal any more lollipops.
He stole other stuff, though. Whatever toy Izumo found fascinating, Kotetsu decided he wanted. Whatever picture he was going to draw, Kotetsu had to draw better. And when, in the toddler-Kotetsu's opinion he didn't, well, he took the drawing Izumo had made instead. The first couple of those, he crumpled up, causing the other child to start screaming. Again.
It took them a while to start playing nicely together. He could only do so much to the other boy and get spanked for his trouble before he gave up. He didn't understand then why he tormented Izumo so much, he just did. He wouldn't have understood that he just wanted the other boy's attention, just the acknowledgement. So instead, he simply kept up the annoyances.
But it wasn't until they were about four that things really changed.
He was outside with his mother, playing in the tiny patch of grass they had for a back yard when Izumo and his mother came over. The other boy approached Kotetsu warily, expecting him to steal something else, even though he had nothing to steal. Kotetsu looked up at him, half expecting the other boy to start screaming, even if he didn't do anything. They were beyond that, both long since old enough to be a little more mature about that sort of thing, but ingrained behaviors and expectations don't change quickly.
So there they were in the small yard, staring at each other, evaluating the other's expression. Kotetsu had no idea what to expect or think. Then Izumo held out a lollipop.
Kotetsu blinked at it, then up into the other boys face, then back at the lollipop. It was still in its wrapper, obviously not having been opened even, much less sucked on. Kotetsu glanced at their mothers who were involved in their own conversation and no help whatsoever. He looked back and reached out tentatively.
"Here." When the lollipop didn't get pulled back, instead was shoved into his hand by a blushing Izumo, he simply blinked. Then the other boy pulled one of his own out from behind his back, opened it, plopped down in the grass and started eating it.
"Th-thanks." Kotetsu did the only thing he could think of. He opened his own lollipop, put it in his mouth, then picked up the little wooden dog he had and held it out to Izumo. The other little boy stared at him for a moment, then took it. Kotetsu picked up the wooden cat he had and pretended to chase the wooden dog. Izumo blinked at it a moment, then started playing along.
From that day on, they'd been inseparable.

The next memory that stuck out in his mind was right before summer break the first year after they'd started the academy together. Izumo's father had gotten the mission earlier that year and his mother had taken it very hard. She, herself, was a shinobi, but that didn't mean it was any easier to take.
She'd stopped going on missions, stopped doing much of anything, except taking care of Izumo. This only managed to make things worse on the boy because he was trying hard enough to deal with his father being gone. Then he'd had to step in, to a point, for him with his mother, taking over being the one to give her attention and love.
It was during this time, when Izumo's hair had come down over his right eye and never gone back. Kotetsu never pushed for what exactly had caused it. He had his suspicions, because one night, Izumo had shown up on his balcony outside his window, a look on his face Kotetsu had never seen before. He'd asked with a politeness that had surprised him, if he'd be allowed to sleep on his floor.
Kotetsu had convinced him to just crash next to him, instead. He'd been afraid of that look on his face, worried for his friend and it was the only thing he could come up with to maybe offer indirect comfort. The next morning, after Izumo had showered and brushed his hair, the right eye was covered. He'd never been seen with it up since then.
So that summer, Kotetsu's mother and father had decided to step in. They'd taken leave, packed up the five of them and headed to the beach. Over the next few days, Izumo had come out of his shell some while they played in the water and sand. The hair never moved, but his attitude and emotional state in general was much better.
Izumo's mother had also seemed to recover. When they got back, she'd started going on missions again and her tight hold on Izumo had eased. Kotetsu had no idea what had happened late at night in the adults' room, and he didn't want to know. He was just glad for Izumo's sake that his mother had started to feel better.

As they got older, they had a number of other memories that stuck out. The first time Kotetsu had stumbled across a porn magazine in his father's desk, he'd shoved it back in, then went and found Izumo. After a brief argument on whether or not they'd get caught, they'd snuck it out of the house and spend several hours discussing it. Most of that had been trying to figure out exactly how some of that worked, and some of it had been a debate over whether it was gross or not.
There were the times they'd pulled pranks at the academy, once both of them managing to make themselves throw up to get out of class. It had backfired because not only had their parents been called, but they'd then had to spend the rest of the day, in bed - their own, so they couldn’t even hang out together.
Then there was the time they'd simply skipped altogether. They'd gotten away with that one because all three parents were out on missions. They only one watching the two had been the landlady for Izumo's building, and she'd had nothing to be suspicious of. They'd left like normal in the morning, but instead of heading to the academy, the found space near the back of one of the training grounds.
And found themselves bored. Neither was willing to admit to it, so they'd gone back to discussing the porn magazine, rather than risk actually pulling out their books. They'd decided on the picture that was, quite obviously in their not so humble opinion, the best in the magazine.
Somewhere along the way, neither paid attention to the fact that they'd fallen silent, had their hands in their pants, stroking themselves as the stared at the picture. A few minutes later, their pants were open and they ended up bringing themselves to orgasm, almost at the same time.
The real shock that had come to them was when they realized their other hands had been touching -- no they'd been holding hands, while they did. Kotetsu had never paid much attention to the fact that his best friend was a left-handed person. It just was, it didn't matter to him. Until that day, in the back of the training ground. Because his dominant hand was around his cock, that left his other hand on the ground, a little too close to Kotetsu's.
So when they'd finished and discovered their hands were clasped in each other's, there was a very tense, strained silence between them. They'd shaken it off, laughing as they turned away to put themselves to rights and shove the embarrassment off. But that was the first time Kotetsu had noticed his friend as more than just a friend. Because though his eyes had been trained on the magazine, when he had been on the point of coming, it was Izumo's face that had flashed through his mind instead.
He'd shoved it to the side, patently ignoring it. He told himself it was just because they'd been touching, that was all. And, for the most part that worked. They'd never done anything like that again, had been very careful to keep their masturbating for private. And Kotetsu had managed after that, for the most part, to keep the girls he liked in place in his mind and not his friend.

It was no surprise when they'd graduated together or that they'd been assigned to the same genin team. They found that, despite Kotetsu's penchant for playing around, they worked very well together. Their sensei had said that was often the case with people who'd been friends for as long as they had.
They'd caught the god-awful cat fairly quickly, survived the babysitting missions, the otherwise boring stuff that none of the other genin teams wanted to do. Because as long as they were together, it just wasn't all that boring. There was always something to talk about or laugh over, always something to do.
And thought Kotetsu did his best to annoy his friend, they did their learning. So when the chuunin exams rolled around and they found themselves in it, it ended up being their ability to work together that got their team through it. The other boy on their team - a Hyuuga with a disposition that made Neji look happy, wasn't very interested in learning teamwork. Had they been assigned to Kakashi's team, they would have failed. Thankfully, he wasn't teaching yet.
No, it was the way they worked together that got them through the Forest of Death and into the arena. Kotetsu's abilities with genjutsu had allowed them to see through a number of things and helped them survive. Their Hyuuga teammate had been knocked out in the first round at the arena, but surprisingly, they'd made it.
Neither made it through the last couple of matches of the exam, but apparently they'd done well enough to be appointed chuunin anyway. The Hokage had told them that their teamwork during the Forest of Death had been commendable and worthy of chuunin status, especially in view of their teammates unwillingness to work with them. After their surprise wore off, they happily accepted the flak vests.
After the exams were over, they'd found themselves at the celebration party. The chuunin exam event was considered the de facto rite of passage for all shinobi. Even if it took a little longer, everyone, eventually, passed them or was promoted because of their performance at them. So it was also usually the point in their lives when they got drunk the first time and when many of them made sure they lost their virginity.

And so they both had set out to lose said virginity. When the cute brunette started smiling at Kotetsu, Izumo just stared for a moment, before elbowing his friend in the side. He'd finally looked up and blushed, eventually getting the hint. They'd disappeared into one of the many bedrooms and Izumo had found himself oddly jealous.
Then the little redhead started flirting with him and he'd managed to forget all about it. For a while, anyway. Later that evening, when they'd made their way home to the new apartment they'd rented together, they'd stayed up for hours talking.
Words like 'disappointing' and phrases like 'not what I expected' were tossed around, but they insisted it was just because it was the first time. That it really wasn't anything more than that. They'd decided then that it just meant they'd need to get more experience, that was all. But neither of them would admit how weird it felt when they thought of the other going out to get said experience.

For a while they fell into something of a routine. Their missions were fairly tame, which they didn't readily admit that they were grateful for, even though they were. They found themselves home as often as not and spent more and more time on the mission desk and at the gates. They'd earned a place as chuunin examiners and between that and the mission desk, they ended up spending more time home than out.
Occasionally, Kotetsu complained, but Izumo usually reminded him that it meant they could be in the Krooked Kunai on weekends instead of camping on the cold ground. That pretty much shut Kotetsu up. He wasn't too keen on the camping parts of missions and much preferred his warm bed at home.
So Friday and Saturday nights became their hunting nights and both men did their best to ignore the small pangs of jealousy that flared when the other one left with a date. It made no sense to them, as far as they'd admit. They spent all their time together, except for the few hours here and there that they had a date and there were even plenty of times that they doubled. Because neither would admit that they were attracted to each other.

And then Konoha's playboy happened. Yet another Friday night at the Krooked Kunai. Yet another hunt for someone to take home, at least for a few hours. But this time, Kotetsu had had a bit too much to drink and Izumo had found a pretty young woman with deep black hair, exotic slanting eyes and nice smile. So when they'd left the bar, Kotetsu watching them go, he'd decided to give up for the night and have another drink.
And that's when Kakashi had appeared. "Hello, Kotetsu-kun."
He glanced to his side, blinking. "Kakashi-san." He waved to the bartender for another bottle, but he didn't come over. Aio instead glanced at Kakashi, then back at him and shrugged. He glared at the man, then looked back at his company, who was staring at him oddly. He raised an eyebrow in inquiry.
"So, how long have you been resisting your attraction?"
He blinked at the other man. "Attraction? To who?" He looked around the bar, not seeing anyone in particular.
"Come on, Kotetsu, we both know who you want." Kakashi said, then picked up his own bottle.
The younger man raised his eyebrows. "I'm afraid we don't. At least, I don't." Something wasn't adding up right and Kotetsu thought maybe he'd already had more to drink than he should have.
Kakashi nodded. "Okay, well, perhaps I was wrong."
Kotetsu shook his head. "Maybe if you told me who you were talking about, then I could tell you if you were right or wrong." He paused and went over that again in his head. Definitely more inebriated than he should be, but he thought it came out right.
Kakashi considered him a moment. "I think the reason you're still here and not on your way home with a hot brunette is because said hot brunet just left on the arm of a woman."
Kotetsu blinked at him as it set in. His cheeks colored and he turned back to stare at the bar. "No, I think you have it wrong."
"Do I?" Kakashi asked, sipping again at his drink.
"Of course. I don't like men." Kotetsu said, but he didn't sound nearly as sure as he should have.
"You don't?" Kakashi asked.
Kotetsu sighed. This was getting annoying. "Of course not." But he thought back over the last several years, and realized just how… bland his sex life had felt. He'd always gone along with hunting down women, but the truth was, half the time he did because he thought that's what he was supposed to do. Because that's what Zumo had done. He'd found himself looking at men more than once, he knew that much. Including, he realized, his color darkening, Kakashi himself.
He frowned and glanced over at the copy nin. "So, um, why do you care?" They'd never spent more than a few minutes in each others' company over the last few years and all of it in the mission office as he turned in his paperwork or took missions for a team.
"Well, because I find you attractive and I thought perhaps you might be interested in something else, that maybe you might be open to going to do something. But since I can see you are not, please allow me to apologize for interrupting you." Kakashi picked up his sake bottle and turned to leave.
Kotetsu stared for a moment, at a complete loss, then it hit him. He was trying to pick him up! Holy shit! He'd never been on the other end of that before. He cleared his throat. "Um…" despite the amount of sake he'd apparently imbibed, he blushed even more, but reached out and caught Kakashi's sleeve.
Kakashi paused and looked over the younger man. "Yes?"
"Um, well…" he stammered, blushing even brighter. "Maybe… maybe you're right. About part of it, anyway."
The copy nin sat back down and set his bottle onto the bar. "Part of it?"
Kotetsu nodded. "Yeah, maybe…" he sighed and looked toward Aio again, signaling for him to come down. "Um, water, please." The bartender nodded and went to get his glass. He turned back to Kakashi. "Maybe you're right about, not being sure. About… um… " He groaned at himself. God, he sounded like some genin straight out of the academy. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Men."
Kakashi looked him over at the blush under his bandage and smiled, his eye crinkling at the corner. "Well, then, you've… never been involved with one before, is that right?"
Kotetsu shook his head. "Thank you," he said to Aio as he picked up his water glass and drank half of it down. "No, I haven't." He said to Kakashi.
"How do you know?"
"What?" Kotetsu turned to the other man.
"How do you know you might like them?" Kakashi asked him.
His blush brightened. "Um, well…" He had no idea how to answer that. "I don't know. I just… think… well, they're attractive." This last was mumbled, but Kakashi apparently caught it.
The copy nin nodded. "Very well. Would you like to find out?"
Kotetsu swallowed hard and glanced over. He had to admit, if there was anyone he would find attractive, besides, of course, Zumo, it would be the village pervert, wouldn't it? He started to shake his head at his thoughts, then realized he hadn't answered the question. "Um," he closed his eyes. Was he really considering having gay sex with Konoha's playboy? He was far from a saint himself when it came to sex, for God's sake. Well, if there was anyone to learn from, it would be him, wouldn't it? "Yes."
And with that, he felt a hand on his back. He glanced over as Kakashi drained his sake bottle. "Well, then, shall we?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
Kotetsu drained his glass of water, making a face at the taste, wishing he'd had one more bottle of sake instead. "Okay."
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Memories	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 958 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto and I make no money from it!

Memories