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December	By : kokkeichan Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1214 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: December
Author: Cheza-chan
Rating: R
Summary: Fired from his job, his world freezing around him, Umino Iruka must try and cope with the fact that he no longer has anything else left. Hatake Kakashi, owner of an animal clinic, proves that there are things worth living for.
Pairing: GenIru (ended), OroIru (non-con), KakaIru, SasuNaru, ShikaKiba, GaaSaku
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto--sadly. I'm just using the characters to express my mounting love for the show.
A/N: Don't you just love mayonnaise and ketchup on your fries? ^^ I came up with this chapter when I went to O'Charley's. It wasn't actually going to the restaurant, but more one of those mini-thingies set up in the mall. Problem was, I checked the O'Charley's website and their menu, but they dun have a Philly cheese steak sandwich. I had one! So Kakashi and Iruka are gonna have one also!
Chapter Nine - Lunch Date
Kakashi felt uncomfortable leaving the sleeping man, but work beckoned. He stood beside the bed and reached down to brush the brown hair away from Iruka's lips. How many years had he longed to kiss those lips? He ghosted a thumb over the scar on the bridge of the young man's nose. Iruka gasped softly in his sleep and Kakashi smiled. He glanced to his right to make sure the note explaining why he'd plugged out the phone was in place--he didn't want the ringing to be a disturbance--then left for his clinic.
Shikamaru was there once again.
"You can't keep avoiding him," the man told his part-time employee.
"I can try."
They entered the shop.
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Iruka drank the coffee on the tray with his breakfast, leaving the food. He had risen about fifteen minutes after Kakashi left. After his shower, he took the time out to explore the house. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary and he admitted it was a pleasant place. With the bedrooms upstairs, the kitchen, half a bathroom, and the den were downstairs.
Iruka made himself another cup of coffee and retired with it to the den, where he sank into the soft and comfortable, yet firm, couch. For immeasurable hours, he realized, he would be here doing nothing. He would have liked to collect his most needed possessions from his apartment before they tossed it all out in the streets, but he was terrified of running into Orochimaru.
Iruka sighed, leaning against the back of the chair, and tilted his head to the side. He blinked and reached for the framed picture beside the lamp, both on the table. He could admit Kakashi was a handsome man, but his heart no longer raced for anyone. With his sharp eyes, the young man noticed there was writing on the back of the image. He pried the frame apart--if Orochimaru could invade other's privacy, why couldn't he--and slipped out the photo.
"We'll be friends forever, you pervert," he read softly; flipping the image over once more, he noticed the other figures surrounding the silver-haired teenager. There was no scar, no mismatched orbs. What he did notice, however, was that the boy Kakashi's arm was wrapped around had crimson-colored eyes.
Iruka dropped the photo as he stood and rushed to the bookcase. He pulled out the yearbook he found instantly and flipped to the index in back. Hatake Kakashi. He didn't want the main photograph everyone took, but the ones that were taken when you were unaware. "Hatake Kakashi and Uchiha� Obito." He flipped to the given page and stared at the large photo.
The boys were in a classroom, Kakashi sitting on top of a desk. The crimson-eyed youth had his arms wrapped tightly around Kakashi as they both grinned--they had probably been laughing moments before--at the yearbook photographer.
Iruka scoffed and snapped the book shut, replacing it on the shelf. He rubbed his arms, suddenly feeling cold, and stared around as though he'd never seen this room before. With a deep sigh, the young lawyer decided he couldn't stay cooped up unless he was busy. As soon as the door closed behind him, the phone on the kitchen counter rang.
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Kakashi hung up with a sigh. Iruka should be awake by now. And because Shikamaru had left to run an errand, he couldn't step out to check on his guest. The veterinarian sighed again, raising a hand to cover the eye that had been transplanted to him.
Everything had happened so fast that day, but he remembered it all. In the wrong place, at the wrong time, Kakashi and Obito became statistic victims of gang violence. As a donor, Obito's eye had been given to Kakashi who'd been in desperate need of it.
The man dug his fingers into his skin the lowered his hand as the soft bell rang. A warm smile was directed to the owner of the boxer being brought in to him. He'd try calling his house once he was through here.
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Iruka hugged himself tightly as he stared around his bedroom. The receptionist in the lobby had almost burst into tears at the sight of him-Iruka hated pathetic people; the boy said he was worried that something happened because no message had been left with him.
Smoothing back the loose ponytail he'd pulled his brown hair into, Iruka sighed. He'd secured his home for several more days, but he still couldn't stay. Genma would accept him but not without answers to his questions. Iruka had no answers for him. Then there was the man called Kakashi. The brunet sank onto his familiar mattress, tangling his fingers in his hair. He felt compelled to stay with him, but he couldn't forever.
Iruka knew he had to leave the apartment soon before word got out that he was here. He reluctantly stood, but instead of head out the door, he moved toward the dresser and grabbed the framed photo there. Kakashi wasn't the only one who cherished memories. With the family photo clutched against his chest, Iruka left everything he owned once again.
Ironically enough, Pet Paradise was four blocks from the apartment--Kakashi's house was two blocks down and two blocks further around the corner. The owner of the clinic looked up to greet his new customer and his heart slowed. "Iruka? What are you doing here? Is something wrong?"
Iruka quietly strode to the soft leather waiting chairs and took a seat. He'd dropped the picture off at the house and fixed the one he had taken out before coming here. And yes, there was something wrong. "I'm hungry," the brunet grumbled, staring at the selection of magazines. He knew if he looked at the other too long he would broach the subject of "Uchiha Obito". 'I wonder if that kid knows him� I highly doubt It, though. If This Obito and Kakashi were friends for so long, that boy wouldn't have even been a slight notion in the back of anyone's mind.'
"I only have one part-timer now and the other two aren't due until--Oh, look. There they are."
Shikamaru rushed to the front of the clinic after hearing that. It was only twelve--maybe twelve-thirty--and school didn't get out until three. 'That's right!' He mentally kicked himself. Today was half-day.
"You have perfect timing," Kakashi cooed. "Now I can take my guest out to lunch."
Sakura turned to stare at the silent man, but Kiba's fiery gaze was locked on the boy behind the counter. 'This is where you've been hiding, you bastard.' The boy scowled.
"Aren't you Umino Iruka?" Sakura asked.
"Do I look like him?" Iruka asked curtly.
"�Yes?"
"Then I am."
Kakashi's nervous laughter filled the silent storefront as he tried to ease the growing hostility. It was already bad enough that Kiba and Shikamaru were in the same zip code right now. "Iruka, let's go! I have the perfect place in mind." Undoing the straps to his apron, he passed by the frozen Shikamaru to get to the back. When he came back out, he was dragging a black pullover on over his head.
Iruka uncrossed his legs and stood from the chair to join the older man. He gave the girl a smug smirk as he passed her. Sakura glared at him. When she noticed Kakashi waving, she finally realized she was stuck with a bomb set to blow. The girl whimpered and silently prayed that she wouldn't have to dial 9-1-1 to save herself and the canines.
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"O'Charley's?" Iruka read dully as they walked inside.
"Sit, sit, sit, sit." Kakashi ushered the brunet to a table for two and sighed deeply as they sat. He needed no menu for he knew exactly what he wanted. The waiters and waitresses knew also.
"I'm not so sure I'm hungry," Iruka mumbled as he looked around, trying to get a glimpse of what other people were eating. "Maybe a cup of coffee�"
"No. You told me you were hungry." Kakashi frowned. "Drinking liquids upsets an empty stomach."
"I'll see what you're having first," the lawyer said hesitantly as he flipped open the thin menu.
"Here it comes," the veterinarian said in a sing-song voice. He braced his hands atop his thighs and smiled politely at the young woman setting down his plate. He then began drooling over his food.
"What the hell is that?" Iruka asked, eyes wide and voice half-filled with astonishment; the other half was disgust.
"A Philly cheese steak sandwich." Kakashi was absolutely giddy.
"That's� that's not food. You're clogging your arteries. You should know better than to eat that." Now he wasn't hungry. "Maybe I should just--"
"You're going to eat if I have to force-feed you," the vet threatened. "Now, pick something from the menu." "I guess I'll have what you're having," Iruka scoffed, glowering. "You seem to be enjoying it." He had seen what was in the menu; Kakashi's sandwich looked like the easiest thing to digest.
Kakashi glowed. "Oh. But because I'm a regular, they give me the whole sandwich." He had two halves of that same whole competing for space on his plate, along with the fries. "You're only going to get half."
"Doubt I'll eat it." Instead of the waitress, a waiter came over to take Iruka's order. He departed once he had it, leaving the young lawyer stuck with watching the other man stuff his face with French fries. Iruka sighed and glanced around. He had been reaching for the zipper to pull it down and open the jacket when his gaze fell on a black limousine.
"Kakashi, let's�" The brunet trailed off, the "go" never leaving his lips, and his heart resumed beating as a wealthy couple stepped out. He sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose, then his temples. He didn't want to live in fear like this, looking over his shoulder constantly.
Kakashi had been watching the young man ever since his name had been spoken. 'What are you running from?'
Iruka slowly returned his attention to the food being set before him. He reached for the drink first because he wasn't ready to rush into eating what he'd never eaten before. The only times he can actually recall eating something was with Genma and what usually followed was sex. He raised dark eyes to stare at the man across from him. That wouldn't be happening here.
"Just close the sandwich, pick it up, and take a bite," the other instructed from the other side of the table.
'Hell no�' Iruka watched the slice of Provolone slowly melt.
Kakashi sighed and wiped off his hands. He stood and dragged his chair around so he could resume sitting at the brunet's side. He folded the sandwich shut and ripped off a piece, the cheese stretching. "Open your mouth."
"Get the hell away from me," Iruka spat caustically, backing away.
Kakashi took the man's jaw between his fingers and squeezed. He then forced the foot by the parted lips and shut the mouth. "Chew and swallow," he ordered.
Iruka slowly worked his jaw until the food was fit enough to be swallowed and did just that.
Kakashi sat back with a "proud parent" smile. "You did good."
"I should kill you, but this food would probably do me in first." Iruka picked off a piece of steak hanging on by a strand of cheese and popped it in his mouth. "I can feel my heart valves shutting down."
"Uh-huh�" Kakashi was now busy decorating the young man's fries in ketchup and mayonnaise. When they began yelling, it was worse than Kiba and Shikamaru. And right now, things were not pleasant in 'Paradise'.
"What do you mean you're taking the transfer?!"
"I'm still going to ride with you and the Hyuugas."
"But you'll be getting out with them," Kiba growled.
"Well�" Shikamaru scratched his head. "Nothing's going to change."
"Nothing�? No�" Kiba gave a dry chuckle. "You're dumber than I am if you believe that."
"You're not dumb," Shikamaru said with a smile.
"Don't change the damn subject!"
Sakura covered her ears and prayed no one came in with all the noise in here at the moment.
Kiba stood over the fallen Shikamaru, his trembling fists clenched at his sides.
"Hear me out," the older boy groaned, flexing his throbbing jaw. "You actually hit me. Ow� As I was saying, I'm going to take the transfer, but in my senior year. I won't leave for Konoha Academy until August, next year. God. That really hurt." Shikamaru rubbed the side of his face and glanced up at his boyfriend. "Aren't you happy? We can go to that� thing." By "thing", he meant the prom.
"I am happy," Kiba snarled, rubbing fiercely at his eyes.
"Prove it," Shikamaru groaned as he sat up. He dropped his hands into his lap, waiting.
Kiba scoffed and knelt down before the other. He gently clasped Shikamaru's face between his hands--careful of the darkening bruise--and tilted his head to cover the other's mouth with his own. He grinned as he felt the fingers wiping at his tears. "You're a lazy, sadistic bastard, you know."
"You got one right," Shikamaru sighed, pressing his thumb to Kiba's chin. He slipped his tongue beyond the other's parted lips, taking control of the kiss.
Sakura peeked around the corner into the back. Her heart sank into her lower intestines in relief as she saw there was no blood or dead body. And just in time--the bell rang and she hurried back to the front counter with a broad grin. "Pet Paradise--We'll make your pet feel right at home!"
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When Kakashi returned home that night, he smelled worse than he ever hand in all those years of running his clinic. One of his patrons had had an upset stomach and he received both ends of the deal. With a weary groan, he closed the door behind him and headed straight for the laundry room. He was heading upstairs moments later, naked, save for the towel wrapped around his waist. A hot shower was calling him.
The vet stopped as he passed by his room on the way to the hall bathroom. Kakashi backed up and peeked through the cracked open door. Iruka was sitting against the wall, teasing the fish into swimming back and forth after his hand, with the phone to his ear. Kakashi's expression softened considerably and his heart melted as he listened to the man's laughter. 'He must be talking to Genma�' Picking at a loose string on his towel, he disappeared into the bathroom, locking the door.
Iruka sat up at the faint thundering through the wall and recognized it as a shower running. "I think he's back," he sighed. "Again, I apologize and tell that brat I don't want to meet him. I didn't lose the case for him. Bye." He hung up after Genma said his goodbyes then stood from the bed. He stopped to make the bed then grabbed his picture and migrated to the spare bedroom. It wasn't fair for him to kick the man out of his own place.
Iruka flipped the switch and snorted in disbelief. Apparently, wherever Kakashi went, Kakashi left a mess. He picked his way through clothes and tugged the fitted sheet from the mattress. It was strange, what he was doing, because at his penthouse suite, other people cleaned up after him. With the clothes wrapped in the sheet, and the sheet bundle over his shoulder, he marched for the door, but he hadn't expected on Kakashi walking in.
Both men froze, Kakashi's eyes the widest. The towel that had once been around his wasit was now over his wet shoulder as he dried his hair and face with the end. This left his nether regions exposed. "I thought� thought you were�" He pointed behind him.
Iruka cleared his throat and stared at a point on the wall behind the man. "I was, but then I realized I was advantage of your hospitality by putting you out of your own room."
"Oh." Long pause. "Okay."
"Besides, your fish miss you. I think you were lucky to get some that have more than three seconds worth of memory." Kakashi laughed and Iruka lowered his head so the other wouldn't see the slight upward curls of his lips. He ended up seeing more than he bargained for.
Kakashi quickly removed the towel from his shoulder and wrapped it back around his waist. "Do you want me to take that?" he mumbled, pointing to the bundle of his clothes. "I was going to wash anyway."
Iruka handed it over without making eye contact then turned and hurried back to the bare bed. Once the silver-haired man left, the brunet collapsed onto the bed with a deep and tortured groan. He rolled onto his side and curled up into a little ball. Kakashi was downstairs with his face pressed into the cold washing machine.
A lesson they both learned would be to knock before entering, or more importantly, make sure you can see when you're walking around naked and you know you have a guest.
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A/N: Ohohohohoho! (laughs behind her hand) Lovely day for all, wasn't it? Review my chapters! (pulls out a rifle and starts sniping out innocents)
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