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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.
Chapter Thirteen - Saturday Dates
Sakura took a step back after angrily rapping on the apartment door. It was almost two o'clock now and Gaara was supposed to have met her at noon. "I'm going to castrate him," she muttered under her breath, crossing her arms.
The door opened and a sleepy Temari stood there, her blonde hair in much worse disarray than normal. "Gaara, right? I think he's still sleeping. He might be sick."
Sakura dropped her arms and her eyes widened. "He can get sick?"
A smile flitted onto the blonde's face and she stepped aside. "He's been throwing up in the wastebasket placed beside his bed."
"Gaara can throw up?" Sakura was honestly astonished. She thought Gaara was invulnerable to all diseases. He acted as though he was immortal most of the time.
The young girl looked around the apartment flat and smiled. She'd expected dirty, dingy walls with peeling wallpaper; beer cans and bottles acting as a temporary carpet--there were a few on the living room table. Apparently Temari knew how to keep things under control for there was barely a speck of dust on any piece of furniture. Sakura's eyes grew even wider at the sight f the grand piano in the corner.
"Kankuro plays it," Temari explained before they headed down the hall where the bedrooms were located.
'Kankuro?!' Sakura kept herself upright by placing a hand to the wall as she walked. The door to Gaara's room was pushed open and Sakura's heart went out to her boyfriend. He was hanging off the side of the bed, his head and arms dangling limply.
"I'll leave you two alone," Temari yawned, backing out of the room. She closed the door.
Sakura set down her purse and jacket and inched her way to the bed. Kneeling, her hand was pressed against the boy's forehead. "You're burning up!" Gaara gave a full body twitch and struggled to open his eyes. "Try to get on your back," Sakura instructed as she rose to her feet again. "I'll be right back." She rushed out of the room and stood at the edge of the hall looking around. "Kitchen, kitchen�"
"The double doors on the left," she heard Gaara moan.
Sakura hurried across to them and smiled faintly as she found Kankuro sitting at the table with a mug of coffee in front of him. He glanced up at her then returned to staring at nothing in particular. She worked her way around and finally headed back to Gaara's room with a bowl of hot and cold water, both with a cloth hanging from the side.
The redhead had managed to inch his way onto the bed some, but remained on his stomach and with his left arm dangling over the edge. "Gaara," Sakura sighed softly, setting down the bowls and kneeling. "How did this happen?"
"School uniform� no sleeves."
The pink-haired girl smiled and dabbed at his forehead with the warm cloth. "That's your own fault, right now I need you on your back."
"I'm going to throw up if I do that," the boy mumbled.
"Please?" she pleaded. "The sooner you get better, the sooner we can go out. Then you get all the kisses you want." Gaara's green eyes slowly fluttered open and he used his convulsing limbs to push himself up, where he fell onto his back. "You have a one-track mind," Sakura mumbled as she placed the cold cloth to his forehead.
"Kisses from you," he wheezed. "Are hard to come by." Closing his eyes, his chest rising and falling with every deep breath, Gaara tried to relax.
Sakura changed the cloth, dipping it into the water and wringing it out, and placed it back on Gaara's forehead. With a soft sigh, she folded her hands and placed both them and her head on the bed. She smiled at the feel of Gaara's fingers lightly running through her now short hair and made a promise to herself to stay with him until he got better and to do so� Sakura reached for her phone on her hip.
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Shikamaru sighed and pulled his cell phone from the clip on his waist. He checked the name then pressed the TALK button. "Ah?"
Kiba shook his head, muttering to himself about how that's no way to answer a phone. They all sat at a table in a restaurant with the motif of an old-fashioned diner, the only difference was that it came with a buffet bar that Chouji was raiding every two to three minutes.
Shikamaru tilted his head back with a deep groan moments later. "Guess who I saw yesterday?" he muttered into the phone.
"Who?" Sakura replied on the other end as she changed the cloth on Gaara's forehead. She smiled at his half-hearted glare.
"Sasuke."
The young girl's eyes flew wide. "Sasuke?" she squeaked.
"Get off the phone," Gaara growled, trying to snatch it away.
"Shoo." Sakura slapped his hand away and sat back. "You saw Sasuke, where?"
"At the theaters last night," Shikamaru said, staring at the mountain of food Chouji had piled on his plate. He shook his head then looked at Kiba who had spoken. "What?" he mouthed.
"Sasuke was in the same theater as us?" the Inuzuka hissed.
"Sorry. Sakura, what did you say?" Shikamaru turned his back to the table and felt the burning glare tearing a hole in his back.
"Who was he there with, if you saw?" the girl repeated, now halfway across the room to remain out of Gaara's reach.
"Some blonde guy."
"Guy?" she squeaked, clutching her phone to her ear. "Wait. Blonde?" Sakura thought back to the day she visited Sasuke at the orphanage and the boy she barely recalled. "Do you think they were together?"
"Sakura," Gaara snarled.
"Hush up," she snapped.
Shikamaru shook his head. "They might be. They both seemed very happy. In fact, I think they'd just finished making out when I saw them." He pulled the phone away from his ear as the girl began squealing. "Oh, brother."
"She wasn't that happy when we got together," Kiba scoffed.
"Tell Kiba I heard that!" Sakura yelled into the phone. She gasped and spun around to see Gaara heaving into the wastebasket that remained by the bed. "Shikamaru. I'm sorry. I have to go. Remember what I said, I might not be able to come in." She hung up then rushed to his side "Gaara. I'm sorry. Is there any kind of medicine out there you should be taking?"
"Hey, girl."
Sakura brushed back her hair and stared at Temari in the doorway. She was startled into catching the bottle thrown in her direction. "Thanks�" she mumbled.
"Instructions are on it," Temari said. "I'll be gone for a few hours but Kankuro's still here, working off a hangover." She smirked and pulled a piece of lint from her black mesh top. Her black jean jacket was slung over her shoulder. "I think you're the best thing that ever happened to him."
Sakura smiled, blushing faintly, then turned back to Gaara as his older sibling went away. She pulled a tissue from the nearby box and wiped at his mouth then used the warm cloth to dry up the sweat on his brow. "Am I the best thing that ever happened to you?"
"Gimme the damn medicine so I can get my kisses."
"I'll take that as a yes."
Gaara closed his eyes with a sigh.
"Gimme," he whined.
"Fine, fine." Sakura smiled.
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Kiba had just emptied his mug of hot chocolate when Shikamaru finished explaining why Sakura had called. Because she would be busy nursing Gaara back to health, she felt she wouldn't be able to make it to work at the clinic. "No matter," he sighed. "It'll be closed by Wednesday and it's not open on weekends. I doubt there's really gonna be need for her on Monday and Tuesday."
"Ah-ah�" Shikamaru tucked his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair.
Chouji raised his head, hamburger just beyond his lips, and stared at the door. He lowered the food after taking a bite and grinned. "Where's your new appendage?"
Kiba and Shikamaru looked up and the Inuzuka laughed. With his shades back in place on the bridge of his nose, it was unclear if Shino glared at the two boys, but Shikamaru was positive he did. Shino took a seat and folded his hands atop the table. All eyes were on him and the silence stretched on. "I hate women," he finally muttered, lowering his head.
The other boys began laughing.
"Now you see how I feel," Shikamaru quipped. "I said it once and I'll keep saying it, woman are nothing but trouble."
For the next hour, the four boys did nothing but talk about how much trouble girls were--Chouji ate throughout most of the discussion.
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Hinata whimpered and placed her finger in her mouth. Every year, it was the same thing. She finished wrapping gifts and her fingers looked as if they should also be under the tree. Hanabi was out with their father and Neji was about three hallways and several doors away. She sighed and stared at all the items before her. Tears welled up in her light lavender eyes because she realized this was only her third package and she had dozens more to go. Hinata fell back onto the pillows she'd stacked behind her with a disgruntled cry.
"Need help?"
The girl gasped, her eyes flying open. She found herself staring up at her first cousin. A deep blush spread over her face and she sprung back up, trying desperately to cover her unwrapped presents.
Neji rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "You can't do them all by yourself. Just take out your father's, Hanabi's, that boy's, and mine. I'll do the rest and leave the top open so you can see what's what."
Hinata nodded meekly and quickly made a separate pile while Neji began righting what was wrong. She folded her legs beneath her and leaned forward to watch the boy work.
'You're too close.' Neji turned and smiled at her. "Could you make me a snack or something?"
"There's cookies and milk downstairs!" the young girl rushed out, lowering her head. She stood and ran off.
Neji sighed deeply and continued working. He knew he had immeasurable amounts of patience, but when it came to Hinata, he went all to pieces. Her raw innocence drew him and he just wanted to embrace that, embrace her tightly and never let go. The Hyuuga boy groaned and slapped a piece of tape onto the box to lock the wrapping paper together. Thinking about her didn't make things better. He'd just finished wrapping a particularly cute crystal flower when he heard her returning.
Hinata panted softly as she rushed back to her room. The winding stairs always got the best of her. The milk-filled glasses rattled atop the stainless steel tray as she jogged down the hall.
The excess noise drew Neji's attention and he glanced over his shoulder. He turned back around, shaking his head. "Don't--" Neji winced at the crashing and lowered his hands. "Run," he muttered, standing. He stared at the mess his dear cousin created and thought she was even cuter now. Her legs, adorned with black tights that probably caused her spill, were stretched out behind her and her skirt had risen high.
Hinata drew herself to her knees with a soft whimper and began piling the cookies back onto the tray. She was reaching for the empty glasses when Neji's fingers touched hers, and she pulled away quickly. "I'm sorry. I'll get you some more."
"That's not it," the boy sighed.
"Then do you want a sandwich?"
Neji's fingers curled into a fist that he grounded into the off-white carpet. The sight of her slender legs had driven him up the wall but the small touch a few moments ago was tearing at his soul. "Here. Look." He picked up a cookie and took a bite with a small smile.
Hinata visibly relaxed as she sat back on her legs. "I'm sorry, Neji."
"Stop apologizing," he muttered around the cookie he held between his lips.
"Sorry�"
If Neji didn't love his hair so much, he'd be pulling it out in frustration. He helped Hinata to her feet, placed the tray aside, and then sat her down nearby so he could finish what she had started. This Christmas would be as pleasant as getting a tetanus shot, which he needed now that he thought about it.
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Kakashi returned home later that evening from running an errand to find the other man in the den--after he'd searched every other part of the house within a minute. He entered the room and smiled at the sight of Iruka fast asleep, curled up on his side on the sofa.
A mug of half-drunk coffee was on the table in front of the young man and missing from the end table was the picture of Kakashi, Obito, and Rin, and their favorite professor. Along with the yearbook, the picture was on the floor beneath Iruka's head.
Kakashi sighed, smiling, and shook out the blanket that was on the chair arm. He covered Iruka then took a seat in the single chair on the opposite side. That's where he fell asleep while watching Iruka.
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A/N: And this was Saturday! Consisting mainly of minor characters, I tossed in some KakaIru cuteness there at the bottom because� well, someone woulda prolly bitten my head off if I hadn't� (hides) Ah! And I'm sure y'all can guess which picture that is Kakashi has on his end table. The Yondaime and his three Genins, only they're young adults and he's their beloved teacher... ah, well, that part was the same.
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