Gossip | By : emeraldfire84 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1630 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Obligatory disclaimers go here! Weee! I don’t own Naruto and make no money from this story. This story can and probably will be found offensive so read at your own risk. I like smut. I like reading smut. I like writing smut. Expect smut…but not in this chapter ;)
Oh em gee! Another chapter at last. Sorry it took so long but it took longer than expected to get back into the swing of things after returning from Japan which was AMAZING by the way! Oh, and I bought Ultimate Ninja 2 which is now my new favorite game and have been attending to that rather than my writing. ::sigh::
XXXXX
Gossip
As soon as her former teacher shut the door behind him, Sakura turned around with her hands on her hips to regard her friend seriously.
“You mind telling me what the hell THAT was all about?”
Ino shrugged casually in her seat, but the pink haired kunoichi noticed that she was purposefully averting her eyes.
“You can’t honestly think I’m stupid enough to believe that nothing is going on between you two.” Sakura said her voice now edged with anger. “He looked like he was ready to kill you on the spot before I intervened.”
“Maybe he’s just having a bad day.” Ino responded moodily, shifting her attention to examine a recently manicured hand instead of meeting her friend’s gaze.
“Yeah, a bad day that YOU probably had a hand in causing, because I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so mad.”
Sakura noticed her friend wince slightly at her words and knew she had hit the nail on the head. Ino was definitely guilty of something, but Sakura wasn’t exactly sure what of.
When the blonde didn’t offer up any information, the green eyed woman began tapping her foot impatiently.
“Well?” She prompted.
“Look, it’s his fault!” Ino finally exploded, looking her friend in the eye at last. “If he hadn’t kissed me at the bar, then I wouldn’t have—”
“He did WHAT?!”
Instantly, Ino deflated a little in her seat. She hadn’t meant to let that particular detail slip and, now that she had, she would no doubt have to explain her way out of this situation, which could prove to be difficult. Sakura could be as ruthless as Ibiki sometimes when it came to interrogation.
“Well, when we went to the bar together the other night, we ran into each other in the hallway and he sort of…well, kissed me.” She said, omitting certain details of the story as she saw fit. She wasn’t stupid after all; she did want to actually LIVE after this conversation was over.
Sakura could only stare with her mouth agape. She had been friends with this girl since they were kids and she had thought she knew her pretty well. Apparently, she had been mistaken. Although Ino’s promiscuous nature was no secret, she was having a hard time imagining Kakashi falling prey to her flirtatiousness. However, she distinctly remembered finding Ino practically tangled up in the arms of her ex sensei when she had gone looking for her that night. He had said she had had too much to drink, but now she was starting to doubt that story. Well, whatever had started then had obviously turned sour judging by the way they were staring each other down like they meant to fight to the death on the spot. Regardless, the thought of Ino and Kakashi having any sort of relationship of the sexual variety was so…nauseating.
If she hadn’t been her best friend and if he hadn’t been her ex sensei, things might not have been so bad. But, in Sakura’s eyes, the thought of them together seemed a little wrong.
“What the hell did you guys…no, never mind. I don’t even want to know.” Sakura said, cutting herself off mid sentence. “What I DO want to know is what exactly you did to make him so angry at you.”
“Well, you see…” Ino said, her gaze settling to her lap where her fingers were twisting against each other nervously. “For me to tell you that, I’d have to tell you what we did and…”
Sakura could only imagine what exactly they did and she decided she’d rather be on the receiving end of Naruto’s Rasengan than hear the graphic details.
“Damn it Ino, I don’t need a play-by-play! Just tell me what you did to piss him off!” She growled irritably, the vein in her forehead beginning to pulse as she grew more and more aggravated with the blonde in front of her.
“Look, I didn’t do anything to him that he didn’t deserve!” Ino yelled, standing up and slamming her palms face down on the table as her anger grew to meet her friend’s. “I just…”
Although her turquoise eyes burned brightly as she met her gaze with defiance, Sakura could see something hidden deep within them, something that looked a little like loneliness, or maybe even regret.
The pink haired kunoichi watched her friend’s rage dissipate as quickly as it had come as she wilted back into her chair, eyes dropping back into her lap.
“You just?” Sakura prodded, a little more gently this time.
“I just…you know, said some things about him to a few people, that’s all.” Ino said, shrugging it off and forcing a smile as if the whole situation didn’t matter when obviously it did.
“In other words, you’ve been spreading big fat rumors about him.” Sakura groaned, knowing full well how capable the blonde was when she put her mind to it. She had seen the full extent of her wrath when she had used it on ex boyfriends, spewing verbal abuse to their faces and lies behind their backs that were so terrible, they had no choice but to slink off with their tails between their legs. Surely Kakashi’s skin was thicker than those unfortunate men, but Ino must have taken that into account as she wove together her elaborate fabrications.
“Like I said, he deserved it.” The purple clad ninja sulked, pushing her bottom lips into a pout and resting her chin on the knee she had drawn up under her.
“Ino, you can’t just go around saying things about Kakashi! Unlike your brainless boyfriends, he has a duty to this village and a reputation to keep. You had better be thankful he is so highly regarded in Konoha because you might have ruined him otherwise!”
It was becoming more and more apparent to Sakura how much she had changed since asking Tsunade to train her as a medic nin and how much Ino had not. There was a time when she too was impulsive and moody, but she had grown out of that for the most part. Ino, on the other hand, still clung to her childish games and petty plans for revenge.
Since she had been so caught up in her work, shutting herself up inside the hospital all day, she hadn’t caught word of any unflattering things being said about the Copy Nin and she figured she should probably be grateful for it. That left her to imagine the extent of her bitter friend’s handy work and, given her track record, she knew it couldn’t be good.
As Ino continued to sulk in her chair, Sakura took a deep breath to keep from shouting as she walked over and put her hands on the table, regarding her seriously.
“Look, I don’t know what you said about him and I don’t WANT to know. But I DO know that you owe Kakashi an apology for what you did.”
“What?”
It was Ino’s turn to be surprised as her head snapped around to face Sakura, her blonde hair whipping behind her.
“You heard me. Apologize to him.”
“But I can’t apologize!” she whined. “If I go to apologize, I’ll actually have to SEE him and I never want to look at that man again!”
The vein in Sakura’s forehead pulsed violently as she tried to keep from throttling her childish friend.
“Ino, you live in the same village as him and work in the same profession. How the hell do you plan on hiding from him the rest of your life? You two could be assigned on a mission together tomorrow, for all I know, and it’s important that you at least be on speaking terms with him.”
“But I can’t—”
“Get over your pride! It’s your own fault you’re in this mess and don’t even try to pin it on Kakashi. You’re the one who spread the rumors.”
“Yeah, but—”
“Ino”
The blonde winced again at her friend’s stern tone. She knew there was no way out of this now that Sakura had found out and as much as she hated the idea of talking to him again, she would have to go see Kakashi and tell him she was sorry.
“Can I do it tomorrow?” she asked hopefully.
“No. You’re doing it as soon as you get off work because tomorrow you are going to spend the day doing damage control. I want you to do everything you can to get the word around that everything you said was complete and utter bullshit.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I’m very serious.” Sakura said coldly.
“But it’s my day off!”
Sakura grit her teeth. She couldn’t help but feel like a parent trying to reason with a troublesome child. If this was what motherhood was all about, she would remain happily childless for the rest of her life.
“The sooner you fix this mess, the sooner you can enjoy your day off.” Sakura said simply, pushing away from the table and walking back over to her workspace where she had been before Kakashi had come barging in.
Ino groaned, tipping her chair back on two legs as she searched her brain desperately for a way to avoid having to see the Copy Nin. Yet, in the end, she came up blank. She was stubborn, but so was Sakura, and she knew she would probably lose this battle if it came down to the strength of their wills. Sighing in defeat, she let the chair fall back to the floor with a heavy clunk and glanced at the clock on the wall.
Five hours. She had five hours before she had to walk to Kakashi’s door and actually apologize to that infuriating man. If she was lucky, he would already be quite familiar with all the rumors she had created before she had to reverse the damage and hopefully he had learned of them in the most humiliating of ways. The more he suffered for throwing her out on her ass, the better.
As she grudgingly went back to work, she found herself pondering over what exactly she was going to say to him. She had to come up with a decent apology, even if she wasn’t sincere in the least, and hope that he bought it because she had no doubt that Sakura would get in touch with him to make sure that she had followed through and spoken with him.
She wasn’t sorry in the least and she would do it all over again in an instant, making the rumors even nastier if she thought people would still believe them. The ass deserved it for tossing her out like yesterday’s garbage and maybe next time he ran into a woman who wanted a roll in the sheets bad enough to pursue him for a week, he would comply.
She mused over what a shame it was that she would never be able to experience the ninja’s touch first hand. Surely, he wanted nothing to do with her after all of this and she was convinced she wanted nothing to do with him. That’s why it seemed strange to her that, as she sat tapping her pencil thoughtfully on the table, she was feeling something nearly akin to regret. She couldn’t be having second thoughts about her actions when she was so sure she was just paying him back for what he had done, could she?
As she flipped open a medical text and tried to concentrate on the words, she couldn’t shake the feeling in her gut that maybe, just maybe, she was regretting more than just the loss of an opportunity to sleep with the village’s most mysterious shinobi.
XXXXX
Put one foot in front of the other. Just keep going. Just ignore them.
No matter how many times Kakashi repeated these words to himself, he couldn’t help but feel eyes on him, watching him, scrutinizing him. He felt that every person he passed on the street was whispering about him. Every glance in his direction seemed tinted with contempt and distain although in reality, that couldn’t really be the case…could it?
The silver haired man was beginning to doubt his own judgment because he had already determined earlier that day that the entire world was not in his favor and seemed to find delight in his misery.
This must be what it felt like to be chronically paranoid.
As much as he tried to lose himself in the pages of his trusty novel, he couldn’t help but be alert to the whisperings that reached his ears. He heard his name whispered over and over and it seemed Ino’s original rumors had spawned new rumors as the villagers took it upon themselves to enhance and embellish the already outrageous stories as they saw fit.
After visiting the Hokage at the hospital, Kakashi had made a firm resolution to go home and spend the rest of the day licking his wounds and hiding from civilization. However, due to a momentary lapse into insanity, he thought it might be a good idea to walk through the streets instead of taking to the rooftops and avoiding the looks and whispers that centered on him. His twisted logic deduced that perhaps he could deny the allegations against him and set the people of Konoha straight in regards to his preference of gender and test results concerning fertility. He hadn’t taken into account the fact that nobody would actually come up and say their suspicions to his face. They all whispered behind their hands and shook their heads sadly, taking what they had heard about him at face value and not even giving the distressed ninja a chance to defend himself.
Not even the little orange novel in his hand could offer solace against such an injustice.
And if that weren’t bad enough, Tsunade’s words kept filtering through his brain, running around and around like a hamster on a wheel, no matter how many times he tried to shut them out.
‘There are far too many shinobi who constantly…let’s say indulge themselves for the village to be concerned with one more fling.’
Perhaps he had been a little arrogant to think that the village would be in an uproar over him sleeping with the young kunoichi, but it certainly seemed Konoha loved a scandal. To confirm that, all he had to do was look around at all the people delightfully spreading the lies at a speed faster than a kunai whizzing towards a target. But the unfairness of it all was too much to stomach. She had been there on his bed, tangled up in his sheets in nothing but a pair of scandalous little panties and looking like a drool worthy center spread. He could have screwed her into next week and the resulting rumors would have only been a fraction of what she had unleashed in her anger at being refused. What’s worse, the Hokage had even given her approval of the act! Perhaps he did take his job too seriously from time to time.
‘Even though you’re a weapon of this village, you are not a machine and should enjoy a little fun during this quiet time while you can.’
Kakashi winced inwardly as the busty female’s words played over in his head.
Yeah, well how was he supposed to know that loose morals were apparently tolerated among shinobi? Sure he slept around on occasion, but never within village walls. He had made a point to remove himself from the gossip chain, so he had never heard in full detail exactly who was with who outside of his own small circle of friends. Besides the obvious relations between Kurenai and Asuma and the almost comical incidences of Anko trying to get Iruka drunk enough so she could drag him into her bed, he was almost completely ignorant of his fellow shinobi’s love lives. He had given up long ago on trying to keep up with Genma’s sexual endeavors, since he was constantly chasing a different woman, and the thought of Gai with a woman was almost too nauseating to consider. It had never really occurred to the elite Jounin that most of Konoha’s ninjas probably did their fair share of bed hopping, considering their lives were quite a bit more unstable than the rest of the civilians there.
The more he thought about it, the stupider he felt. He could have had that smart mouthed little blonde moaning his name until the sun came up but, instead, the new day brought with it damaging rumors brought on by vengeance and a very unsatisfied and somewhat lonely Kakashi. Could life get any worse?
As if to prove that it could indeed, he heard the all too familiar voice of the second most annoying blonde he knew.
“Kakashi sensei” Naruto called, waving his hands energetically from his perch atop his stool at Ichiraku’s. Sasuke was beside him, trying to avoid getting smacked in the head by Naruto’s flailing arms while trying to eat. The Kyuubi vessel’s voice was not so much a happy greeting as it was an accusation. It seemed as if even his former students had caught wind of the stories in circulation and now that he had been spotted, there was no side stepping the persistent young ninja.
“Hello Naruto.” He said as he approached, plastering an expression of fake happiness on his weary face as he made his way over to the unlikely duo. Sasuke looked up from his meal to give him a nod of acknowledgment which Kakashi returned, grateful for once for the boy’s sullen nature.
“I have a bone to pick with you!” Naruto exclaimed, pointing his chop sticks at the masked man as he took a seat at the empty stool next to him.
“Is that so?” Kakashi said, pretending he didn’t know exactly what was coming next.
“All these years you were our sensei, why didn’t you tell us you…you know…like men?”
The golden haired shinobi whispered the last part almost as if the mention of such a thing was a cardinal sin, his blue eyes wide as he eagerly anticipated an answer.
“I don’t like men. I like women.” The lanky Jounin answered without missing a beat, despite the fact that he was sighing inwardly. How long would he have to continue setting people straight? It really was quite remarkable that Ino had managed to screw him over so completely in just one day.
At first, Naruto only stared at him, a look of absolute bewilderment on his face. “But I’ve heard from lots of people today that you and Iruka-sensei—”
“It’s called denial Naruto.” Sasuke cut in curtly, apparently no longer content with eating his ramen in silence while they talked. “Kakashi is in denial about his own…feelings, even though the whole village knows.”
“Well the whole village is wrong.” The silver haired man replied tersely, the mere thought of the situation irritating him all over again. “And I’m disappointed in you Sasuke. I thought you’d be smart enough to ignore all the rumors floating around town.”
“Oh yeah?” the Uchiha said, quirking an eyebrow upward as he swiveled on his stool to look over at his former sensei, his arms crossed defiantly over his chest with chopsticks dangling from the fingers of his right hand. “Well, that’s not the only thing I heard. Apparently Iruka-sensei isn’t the only guy you spend quality time with.”
To Kakashi’s credit, he managed to maintain a completely blank expression instead of reaching over and decking the fellow Sharingan user, although his smug expression made it all too tempting.
Naruto’s gaze shifted from his rival to his teacher again and again until he looked like a spectator at a tennis match as he sat trapped between the two. Finally, realization dawned on the blonde whose talent obviously didn’t lie in picking up on subtleties, nor on being especially tactful.
“Kakashi-sensei’s a two timer?” he gasped, turning to Sasuke for confirmation.
The Uchiha’s smirk deepened slightly and the orange clad figure turned back to look at Kakashi reproachfully. “You shouldn’t cheat on Iruka-sensei. He’ll be so sad when he finds out!”
Good God, for a kid that had supposedly grown so much in skill in those two years he was away with Jiraiya, he could still be dumb as a brick sometimes. Taking a deep breath to keep his composure from cracking completely, he said, “I am not cheating on Iruka because I am not with Iruka. I told you, I don’t like men.”
“I suppose that could be true.” Sasuke said smugly, resting his forearms on the counter and leaning forward to peer at the Copy Nin around Naruto. “I heard you’ve got a thing for Gai and I don’t think anybody knows exactly what he is.”
Naruto, who had been about to eat a mouthful of hot noodles, suddenly froze with the chopsticks halfway to his mouth, the noodles slipping off and falling back into the broth with a splash.
“Not only that, but you also were seen with that mystery guy who isn’t even from this village. I never knew you were such a man’s man Kakashi-sensei.”
The former leader of Team 7 found himself longing for the days when Sasuke hardly said anything at all except to tell Naruto to shut up. Unfortunately, he had found his own voice and that voice was smart assed, smug, and way too good at pissing him off.
Naruto was currently staring at the older ninja incredulously, his chopsticks stilled poised motionlessly over his steaming bowl. “You like…GAI-SENSEI?? That’s gross!”
“Look, I don’t like Gai and I don’t like Iruka. Those were just rumors created by a woman set on getting revenge on me!”
Sasuke’s raised eyebrow crept a little higher into his hairline.
“Riiiiiight.” he said suspiciously. “That’s a little lame, especially coming from you Kakashi-sensei.”
The dark haired shinobi obviously didn’t believe a word of it as he went back to eating his ramen. Naruto on the other hand, was a little more gullible.
“So, if the parts about Iruka-sensei and Gai-Sensei are rumors, does that mean you really DO have a mystery man you meet in the woods?”
“No, Naruto.” Kakashi groaned, feeling a throbbing in his temples that was sure to develop into a world class migraine. “It doesn’t.”
“Oh.” the whiskered man said before settling into a thoughtful silence. Kakashi thought he had finally dropped the subject, but after a few moments he asked, “So…you DO like Iruka-sensei?”
Kakashi wondered briefly that if he put a Chidori laden hand right through the Kyuubi container’s chest if he could plead insanity afterwards. Indeed, it seemed his grip on reality was slipping little by little. Between the villager’s disapproving stares, Sasuke’s arrogant musings, and Naruto’s idiotic questions, Kakashi wondered if maybe he really would go insane.
“No.” he signed halfheartedly in response to the blonde’s question.
“Really…? But you two are together at the bar a lot.” Naruto said before cramming an entire half of a soft boiled egg into his mouth.
“I spend time with a lot of people at the bar.” Kakashi shrugged, fighting down his annoyance by sheer willpower. “What’s that got to do with anything? You and Sasuke spend a lot of time together. Do YOU have a crush on HIM?”
Sasuke had been in the middle of shoving ramen into his mouth, but that comment certainly got his attention. His black eyes widened as he stared in disbelief at his former sensei, the ends of his uneaten noodles hanging out of his mouth.
Kakashi chuckled inwardly at Sasuke’s stupefied expression, so much for his arrogant attitude.
“Eew, ME? Have a crush on the BASTARD? That really is disgusting Kakashi-sensei!” Naruto cried, nearly knocking over his bowl of ramen with a sweep of his arm.
“See?” Kakashi said calmly, his mood made infinitely better by the reactions of the two younger ninjas. “Don’t believe everything you hear or you’ll be misled.”
“Yeah but the whole village isn’t talking about Sasuke and me. They’re talking about you.” Naruto said pointedly before popping a large chunk of meat into his mouth.
Sasuke, who up until now, had been staring at them with ramen noodles sticking out of his mouth, slurped them up noisily and returned sulkily to his bowl. “Well, I guess if you’re infertile, you’re no good to the ladies anyways and might as well be gay.” He mumbled to himself before taking another bite.
“What was that?” Kakashi said a little too sharply as his hands immediately balled into fists at his sides. He hadn’t heard all of what Sasuke had said, but he heard the parts that counted.
The Uchiha stared over the top of Naruto’s head, meeting Kakashi’s gaze purposefully as he chewed a mouthful of ramen. Before he could swallow and repeat exactly what he had said, a deep chuckle rumbled from the other side of the counter. All three heads looked up to find the owner of the shop looking at them, the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth creased even deeper by his good natured smile.
“What’s so funny old man?” Naruto asked, growing more and more perplexed over the whole thing.
“Oh nothing, nothing.” he said, turning back to washing a bowl. “It’s just that you guys fighting like an old married couple brought back memories of my dear wife. I’m sure she would have found this situation amusing as well.”
Both the Sharingan users fell surprisingly silent at the old man’s words, Sasuke’s cheeks reddening slightly and Kakashi possibly blushing under the cover of his mask.
“Married couple?” Naruto said with a laugh, immediately picturing Sasuke in a flowing white dress hanging on the arm of a tuxedo clad Kakashi. Shaking his head to clear the image, he looked over at his sulking friend. “Hey Sasuke, maybe Kakashi will have a crush on you next!”
“Shut up moron.” Sasuke snapped irritably before delving into his ramen again.
The Copy Nin grinned under his mask at the Uchiha’s response.
“Well, I wouldn’t want to come between you two.” He said lightly as he stood up. “You two make such a cute couple.”
“Very funny,” Sasuke practically snarled at his former senseis back as he walked away.
“Couple? We’re not a couple.” Naruto said through a mouth full of soggy noodles.
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo