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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: GenRai (new), OroIru (non-con), KakaIru, SasuNaru, ShikaKiba, GaaSaku, NejiHina
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto--sadly. I'm just using the characters to express my mounting love for the show.
A/N: And so, I give you this chapter� pure KakaIru loveness! to make up for my mistake. (sniggers softly behind her hand) Also, I'll like to thank Bomb-O-Maniac! She helped me come up with the chapter title. I'm sure you can all guess what might or might not happen� (titters foolishly) !!
Chapter Fifteen - Mistletoe Miracles
As Christmas grew nearer and nearer, Iruka became more abrasive and rude. He'd stopped eating again also. This just made Kakashi want to coddle the lawyer and never let go. He'd just finished hanging his "closed for the holidays" sign--it always went up three days before any national holidays--when he heard someone yelling his name.
Iruka turned as the veterinarian did, eyes narrowing at the pair across the street. He glanced back at the silver-haired man and blinked in actual surprise at the tick working in his jaw. Iruka felt a strong urge to laugh; the man who didn't seem to have a single angry bone in his body was actually ticked off, so to speak. "Who are they?" he asked coolly.
"Long time acquaintances," Kakashi replied. He cupped his hands around his mouth, but the brunet clouted him in his head.
"Don't you dare," Iruka hissed. "Be a civilized man for once and cross the street to talk to them."
"I don't want to."
"Stop whining!" The young lawyer was greatly tempted to push his host in front of the oncoming traffic, but he instead led him to the nearest corner and they crossed together.
Kurenai had her gloved hands clasped together and a smile on her face when they approached. Asuma's cigarette seemed frozen to his lips. "Kakashi," the woman sighed. "What a surprise. We only usually see you ten times out of the 365 days that make up a year. This makes�?"
"The eleventh," her companion mumbled. His gaze was on the vet's new friend. Iruka glared back with a ferocity Asuma couldn't quite comprehend.
"Where's Gai?" Kakashi finally asked when a break came in his and Kurenai's conversation.
"Oh. He's� somewhere," she mumbled, waving a hand dismissively. "Umino Iruka, I presume?" Iruka's head snapped in her direction. "I can't believe it. Kakashi, did you kidnap him? No wonder you didn't introduce us."
"Kurenai�" Kakashi laughed nervously, reaching for the woman.
Kurenai sidestepped him, moving closer to the silent lawyer. "Why is it that someone as respectable as yourself is hanging out with a bum like him?" She smiled sweetly at Kakashi.
Iruka didn't have an answer for her question; he was lost in the recesses of his mind, slowly rewinding the reel of his life. As he came across his twenty-third year, his heart suddenly skipped a beat and he couldn't understand why.
"Iruka."
The brunet gasped softly and stared up into the mismatched and warm eyes of the man who had called his name.
"It seems you have a lot on your mind," Kurenai sighed, hooking her arm with Asuma's; the chain smoker rolled his eyes. "We'll be on our way. Oh. Kakashi, don't forget my party tonight." She smiled at both men then dragged her shopping partner away.
Kakashi groaned, ran a hand through his unruly silver hair, then glanced at Iruka to find the everlasting glare directed at him. "What did I do now?"
"Nothing, really. I just don't like you. Why are we going to this woman's party?"
"Tradition," the older man said with a smile.
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Iruka hated crowds and get-togethers of any sort. Bouncing along in the truck Kakashi was finally able to start, his mood worsened with every stop sign and stop light they had to wait at. "I don't have anything to give these people," he stated dryly.
"I don't either," the older man said with a grin.
Iruka clutched the dashboard as the truck lurched into a second lane. "Where did you learn how to drive?" he gasped, pulling his seatbelt as tight as possible.
"Self-taught!"
All color drained form the younger man and he set about saying a prayer.
"Here we are!"
With trembling hands, Iruka undid the seatbelt and stumbled from the truck once it came to a full stop. He glared at Kakashi across the hood then noticed the supporting structure behind the man. "We crossed the bridge?" he asked softly, raising a hand to his chest.
Kakashi glanced around then back at Iruka. "Yeah," he laughed, not realizing the other man felt uneasy. "Kurenai doesn't like the sounds of the city keeping her awake. Why? Oh, look. Someone's coming to greet us." Kakashi began to wave then dropped his hand.
Gai was racing down the decorated walk. Escape was futile. "Kakashi!" The man froze in mid-pose and "oohed" at the young man.
"Hands off." Kakashi wrapped his arms protectively around Iruka. Remaining like that, the duo followed the incessantly rambling Gai up to the house, where Kakashi was promptly pushed away. Gai pranced off to find his young prot�g�.
Iruka treated himself to a glass of wine set out for those of legal age and became one with the shadows along the wall. With warily narrowed eyes, he surveyed the gathering. It seemed warm, but he couldn't feel that warmth. The dark-eyed gaze swept over the laughing and happy figures and came to rest on the veterinarian. Iruka straightened against the wall and placed the cup to his lips.
Hatake Kakashi--the biggest enigma currently in his life. The silver-haired man turned suddenly, his expression puzzled. His blue orb and red orb landed on the reclusive lawyer and they curved into a high arc as he smiled.
Iruka felt the muscles of his face relax and his lips curve upward pleasantly. Hatake Kakashi made him feel warm, and that scared him. He finished his wine and went in search of a garbage bag or trash bin to deposit the empty cup into. One was found at the doorway that led into the kitchen. There was a moist feeling to the young man's cheek and he took several hurried steps away.
The young girl smiled innocently at him then pointed upward. Iruka raised his eyes and scowled at the mistletoe.
"Tenten! Where did you go?"
"See you later, mister." The brunette waved then ran off, disappearing into the crowd.
Iruka reached up and ripped the plant down. He froze as an arm slid around his waist and stared at the arm parallel to his own. Pale fingers pried the mistletoe away and Kakashi's smiling face came into view. "Bringing it for me?" he whispered, tilting the younger man's head.
Iruka couldn't bring himself to look away or put distance between them.
'Are you willing?' Kakashi dare not breathe for fear of scaring the other. He hesitated for less than a second then quickly planted his lips atop Iruka's.
Warm. Hatake Kakashi felt warm.
The two men pulled apart, Kakashi caressing the smooth cheek to get the brown eyes to flutter open. He smiled and released the young man. "Don't destroy property that isn't yours."
Iruka watched the older man diligently replace the plant, unable to get his mind working. He tentatively licked his lips and tasted the wine he'd had earlier, but also cherries. 'From Kakashi� I let him kiss me?'
Kakashi sighed and stretched. "Iruka, do you want to mingle some more?"
"I want to go�" The brunet lowered his eyes to the floor. "I want to go home," he said softly.
"Great! No one has to know we're leaving." Kakashi grabbed Iruka's hand and pulled him through the throng of bodies.
"Tenten," a bored female voice drawled. "What are you staring at?"
"Nothing." The girl turned and faced her friend with a grin. The ribbons tied around the buns her hair was done up in swung back and forth. The blonde young woman raised a cup to her head and down its contents. "Te-ma-ri. Is that wine?"
"Duh," the oldest of the three mumbled.
"Duh," a deep male voice mimicked. Both girls faced the new addition to their group.
Tenten frowned. "Kankuro, tell your sister not to drink. She's our designated driver."
Kankuro groaned, scratched the back of his neck, then looked away. Why did she have to ask him with such a cute face? Just as Gaara had fallen for the brilliant girl able to keep him in check, he was in a similar position. And Temari knew. The blonde was smirking behind the cup she still held up to her face. Tenten had Kankuro wrapped around her little finger and she didn't even know it. "I'll drive us home," the boy sighed in defeat.
Tenten glared at her friend then at the oldest sibling who wore a broad grin possibly brought on by the wine in her system. "You're both horrible," she mumbled, crossing her arms. Kankuro, still looking away, reached up and placed a hand to one of the hair buns. He slid the ribbon free and twirled it around his finger. Tenten reluctantly found herself smiling.
Temari was practically giddy. "Kankuro, you're just a big teddy bear," she snorted. "Gaara has more control than you do."
"Shut up," the boy snapped. He looked down at the brunette tugging on his arm. She wanted food and wanted him to come with her to get it.
Posting against the wall near the refreshment table, another cup in her hand, Temari smiled as she watched them walk away and admitted Tenten was the best choice for her second oldest brother.
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After napping during the ride back into town, Iruka was just about fast asleep when they arrived back at the house. He moaned softly as he was lifted out of the truck. Kakashi smiled, continuously impressed at how light his new houseguest really was. It was a struggle to get the front door open, but it was easier to close and lock. Iruka slid an arm around Kakashi's neck as he muttered something softly.
Kakashi nudged open his bedroom door and carefully placed the body down on the bed. The brunet rolled onto his side, yawning, and tucked his hands under his head. Kakashi took his time undressing and recalling the evening's events as he did. Iruka hadn't punched him through the wall. 'Does he accept me now?' He looked at the sleeping figure and smiled. He'd get in bed with him again tonight and if he ended up on the floor in the morning again also, that was fine.
Iruka's brow furrowed at the added weight and warmth. As a child would, he instinctively turned into it. Kakashi wrapped an arm around the slight frame and tucked Iruka's head under his chin.
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A/N: I guess� it wasn't really all KakaIru? (nervous laughter) Majority rules! How many of you think Kakashi will be kicked out of bed again the next morning? (smiles innocently)
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