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Recherche	By : Eggburtshamslice Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 4188 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Kakashi never shows up when expected and when he does, he manages to overshadow those around him. Thank you kindly for allowing the other characters to shine before he appears and eclipses them.
Recherché
Bout time they got that sign fixed, he thought bringing his mount to halt at the front gate. Expanded the stables, I see and the paddocks look full too. “Lot of changes since we were here last, eh, Mayonaka?” As they head up the gravel path, several of the farm hands shoot incredulous looks their way, while the older ones stop to chat him up.
“Hold it right there! The hell are you doing here?”
Inuzuka Tsume, the wild-haired, snarling woman blocking his path was proprietor of Konoha’s veterinary hospital, matriarch of a powerful clan and his acid-tongued in law. Ibiki mustered a fake grin saying, “Thank god everything around here hasn’t changed. How’s it going?”
“We’re busier than one-legged men in a butt kicking contest or haven't you noticed? Kiba!” she yelled over her shoulder, “Come get this horse! Well, Biki? Unless you’re here to arrest somebody ... we could use another set of hands. Kiba! Damn it, where is that boy?”
“For heaven’s sake Mother … what’s all the shouting about?”
Running from the doorway of the house, a leather apron draped over her arm was his sister-in-law. Inuzuka Hana, the fresh faced peace maker of the family; hard to believe she was related to the woman with her hands entangled in his mount’s reins. Ever the optimist, she saw only the good in people, even me, he thought. “Hana! How’ve you been?”
“Afraid I’ll have to catch you up on all the news over dinner. Mind taking these to the stable? Oh, hang on … you’ll need a pair too.”
“No, you don't understand ... wasn’t going to stay ... just came to--”
“Don’t be silly," she turned and said, "we haven’t seen you in ages, of course you’ll stay for dinner--”
“I can’t. Quick question for Idate is all,” he called after her as she ducked inside the house.
“He aint got no time for chitchat neither,” Tsume growled, “we got two mares in foal--”
“In foal?” He spared the tall, sturdily built woman an awkward glance. “A bit late in the season and too early in the day--”
“Yeah? Tell the mares that why don’t ya? Now dismount and get your ass over to the stables! Damn it Kiba! Where are you?”
“Behind you Mom," the young man said with a smile. "Hey uncle Biki! It’s been a while.”
“Sure has and what a strapping young man you’ve turned into,” he said, alighting the saddle. “Looking like your old man every day.”
“Don’t insult the boy,” Tsume snarled. “There’s work needs doing ... no time for gum flapping the two of ya--!”
As his feet touched the ground, Hana was bounding out the front door with an armload of supplies. "Hate to press you into service like this … it’s been nuts around here," she said, shoving a pair of obstetric sleeves toward him. "Idate will be grateful for your time--"
“I'd only be in his way--”
“Nonsense,” she smiled. “he'll appreciate someone experienced beside him.”
“Hana, we haven't spoken since ... the incident--”
“Silly man, that was a hundred years ago, 'sides," she flashed him a smile as his eyes searched hers for reprieve, "we're family. Families fall out, they fall in and they mend bridges, it's what we do." She gave him a pat on the shoulder and a slight shove toward the stable. "You’ll have a few hours to talk things over. He’s changed Ibiki; not the hothead he used to be--”
"Still, it’s been a long time since I did the foaling thing. Not sure I remember how--”
“Aw, cram it! Idate knows what's what; just do as he says and you’ll be fine,” an irritated Tsume snapped. “Damn it girl! Aren't those vaccines ready yet?”
“Not yet, ma’am.”
“Well hurry it up! Do I hafta do everything around here myself? Oh and Biki,” she called over her shoulder as she headed toward the main house, “try not to get yourself trampled.”
Recherché
A glimmer of recognition and a glut of insincere smiles; these highlight the minuet of saving face as Tsunade and Iruka dance around the issue of:
‘Why can’t I remember how I know you or where I know you from?’
He, hesitant to speak first for fear of making another blunder, humbly averted his eyes; she, reluctant to concede another memory lost to time’s onward march, boldly searched the young man’s face. Her eyes swept down over his suit, settling on the arm which he held close to his belly.
“Your hand,” she said. “What happened?”
So much for remaining inconspicuous, he thought glowering at his traitorous upturned palm. "This is what bad timing and poor judgment looks like,” he said, stretching his hand toward her. The tone of his voice in his own ears was steady and filled with enough self-deprecation to squelch further questioning. When she didn’t recoil in shock at the sight of the blood, Iruka huffed out a humorless laugh. “Reckon it wasn’t a good idea to slice through an apple using my palm as a cutting board, was it?”
Unfazed both by the handkerchief and his scrawny wit, Tsunade spared him a disbelieving glance as she took his hand into her own.
He wanted to protest the intrusion when she pulled loose the sloppily tied kerchief, but he couldn’t; he wished with all his might he were brazen enough to snatch away his hand when she roughly bent backward his fingers, but he didn’t. Good manners allowed only a wince and a swallowed down grunt as concessions to his discomfort.
The stern look on her face and the soft hand holding his, made him uncomfortable as time plodded along - soon the brittle sound of his nervous chatter flooded the gulch of reticence dividing them.
“Sprinkled some alum from my shaving kit on it earlier,” he said when she squeezed the underside of his hand. “Stung like a nest of angry bees … guess it wasn’t adequate, huh?”

“Course it wasn’t. The wound's too deep ... lot of damage to the tissues." A fresh line of crimson welled up, pooling along the crease of his palm when she bent his hand toward his body. "And if this is your dominant hand, it won’t stop bleeding until properly treated.” From the squinting of his eyes, the tense set of his shoulders and the tight smile on his lips, it was clear she’d embarrassed him. All right, she thought. Go easy on the kid . . . yes he’s a klutz, but don’t scare him to death. “See here young man, get over to the apothecary; have them prepare a mixture of powdered Mitragyna Parvifolia and Calendula Officinalis--”
“But wouldn’t yarrow root do just as well ma’am?”
The moderately peeved look she gave him was on par with the ones his mother affected, right before she tugged on his ear and served up a scalding tongue-lashing. Without conscious thought, his left hand flew up to shield a vulnerable earlobe. She was still fixing him with a look which brokered no backtalk. “When you get home, mix a pinch of the powder with warm water until it becomes a smooth paste and apply it liberally. Then wrap your hand, with a clean bandage . . . you can get those from the apothecary too. Leave the paste and the bandage on overnight to staunch the bleeding and lessen the swelling.”
“Yes, ma'am ... thank you for your concern."
They stood silent for a time, his hand in hers . . . her eyes still searching his face. “You’ll pardon me young man but, you look very familiar--”
“I have that kind of face,” he joked. “People say I remind them of--”
“Related to the Mitarashi family, aren’t you?”
Mentally scrolling down a list of names from the old country, Iruka sadly shook his head. “The name doesn’t ring a bell, but my parents were from a small village so … I guess it’s possible.”
“Lovely little family, the Mitarashi’s,” she said, never looking up from the task of rewrapping his hand. “They had two children, a daughter named Anko and a son, whose name escapes me presently – you look just like him though.”
“Pretty sure I was an only child, ma'am. Sorry ... must've left my manners in my back pocket today--"

"What are you mumbling about?"

"I mean to say ... should have introduced myself earlier," he said straightening to his full height. "My name is--”
“Oi . . . that scrap of paper there,” she gestured to her left with their joined hands, “not yours, is it?”
Shouldn't be, he thought, clumsily thumbing through his fob pocket. After a brief, one-handed search of his jacket and pants pockets rendered nothing, Iruka excused himself to give chase. Balmy breezes rolling off the sea lifted the paper, making it skip along the ground, bumping it over and through clumps of wild grasses.
Tsunade stifled a giggle behind her hand watching the intrepid hunter take off on a stumbling, twisting chivy, always lagging three steps behind in the wake of his quarry. She had to pinch her arm to prevent an outburst of laughter when a wayward gust banged the paper against a nearby tree trunk. Surely, he’ll capture it now, she thought. Alas, was the young man was left standing at the base of the tree, his fists at his hips, looking up helplessly as the paper ascended on the back of a playful wind. Just outside his reach, it slapped smack in the middle of a bough, seven feet from the ground.
Poor little biscuit, she found herself thinking when his shoulders drooped in defeat. “I take it that was something sentimental.”
“Not really,” he sighed, “just a map.”
After a third attempt at jumping up and grabbing the paper failed, Iruka made another half circuit around the overgrown acorn factory. “It took her so long to finish,” he said more so to the oak than Tsunade. “She even added notes of interest . . . landmarks and such. Now I’ll have to go back and tell her I’ve lost the darn thing.”
The outbreath of resignation and the hollow sound of his back colliding with the scaly ridges of the tree’s bark when he sagged against it, tapped into Tsunade’s maternal side against her will. “Looks like I’m not the only one who had a rough start to the morning. You almost sliced your hand open for breakfast, pert near knocked an old woman to the ground and now you’ve lost your little map.”
He cut his eyes at her, looking all the world like a little child who’d broken his favorite toy.
“If it weren’t so early in the day, I’d invite you back to my office for a stiff drink; looks like you could use one.”
“I'll have to pass,” he said turning to face her with his arms huffily folded across his chest. “And I’m not going to let this drive me to drink just yet. I’m sure if I keep heading in this direction, I’ll find what I was looking for--”
“So, you aren’t from here . . . no wonder I had trouble placing your face.”
“I'm not exactly a tourist either ma’am,” he said, pushing away from his sad post. “I was born here … been away for ages though and the territory has changed so much --”
“Well I’m overdue for a good deed this month, maybe I can help. What is it you’re looking for young man?”
“The fire brigade,” came the almost inaudible response when he cast a final glance over his shoulder.
Taking into account his slight build, natty attire and overall carriage, this time Tsunade didn’t hold back her laughter. “Don’t tell me,” she snickered, “you’re looking to sign on as a volunteer?”
Recherché
Beneath them, a duvet of emerald grasses; above them, azure skies and slow moving puffy white clouds. Kotetsu lazily sprawled while Izumo rested at the base of an ancient elm, both men savoring the quiet made possible by Genma’s departure.
Rolling onto his side he smiled and said, “Well, am I a genius or what Zumo?”
“More like ‘or what,’ as in what were you thinking?” Izumo bumped his head against the smooth bark behind him, “I thought we agreed the ‘coconut layer cake’ bit was only for use in emergency situations.”
“I was on the verge of garroting Genma just to keep him quiet. Doesn’t that count as an emergency?”
“Tetsu you’re too much, " he laughed shaking his head. "For goodness sakes, he's is an undertaker! With you making out like a scoop of lard in a hot skillet, it was all I could do to keep him from running over and measuring you for a coffin.”
“Yeah, well with a dolt like him, I had to lay it on thick, " he said flexing his fingers beneath his head and flopping onto his back. "In the end, it came down to results; you needed ‘em …I got ‘em.”
“Overly dramatic if you ask me--”
“Says the man who makes up nonsense words like ‘narcolepsy’ and ‘cataplexy’ on the fly – what the heck was that about?”
Without even looking, Izumo sent a badly aimed punch that connected with his friend’s elbow. “Weren’t made up words you goof ... they’re real medical terms for real physiological conditions, which you faked rather poorly.”
"Blah, blah, blah,” Kotetsu teased shaking off the prickly sensations running along his arm. “Whatever you say Doctor Killjoy.”
“Never mind that, we'll need to get a move on eventually.”
“Now you’re talking sense. After a short nap, I say we grab a bite to eat and head back to the inn.”
“Nap time will have to wait,” Izumo laughed. "Right now, we’re going to the Fire Temple.”
Kotetsu sprang up like a trip wire. “You loopy from the altitude or something? Genma is long gone and the man he was talking about obviously isn’t the one Iruka is looking for. What possible reason have we to go to the Temple now?”
Maneuvering himself into a standing position, Izumo stretched out his back. “Inspector Morino and the Coroner believe that’s where we’re headed, that’s why. It’s not gonna hurt our cause to be seen talking with the monks for a few minutes--”
“Come on man! We climbed up the side of a small mountain and listened to Genma natter on for what felt like seventeen hours. You’re the goof if you think I’m gonna tramp all the way over there to--”
“Have you forgotten we’re being tailed by a pair of constables? We'll seem more suspicious if we don't follow through. Now, quit your whining and get up.”
"Don't know why I let you talk me into these crazy things, Zumo. You’re a gigantic pain in the butt, you know that?"
“Yes, yes, I'm a pain, but results my friend,” he said extending his hand to the scowling Kotetsu, “that’s all that matters, right?”
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Notes:
Mitragyna Parvifolia: a deciduous tree found in Asia and Malaysia; the bruised leaves of the tree promote healing of wounds and alleviate pain. Extracts of the tree’s fruit can be used as an anti-inflammatory agent.
Calendula Officinalis: marigolds, to you and me; the flowers are considered a beneficial antiseptic and help to reduce inflammation.
Yarrow root: fresh leaves of this flowering plant were applied to wounds to stop bleeding and fight fever; it also has antimicrobial properties.
Chivy (British): to run about.
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