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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:First off... I just want to collapse and never move again. Putting out seventeen chapters within about two weeks without stifling my readers--which I didn't even know I had--and still managing everyday life, not a good mix. But... I did it. And MultifacetedTune I was sposed to put that "NejiHina" up ever since I had Neji thinking about his cousin like "that" while they were gift shopping. And now, I'm going to rest for a few days before putting up another chapter. Why? ...Because I need it. (collapses like she wanted to)
Chapter Sixteen - Christmas Eve
Iruka shifted in his sleep and his internal clock told him it was time to wake up. His eyes slowly fluttered open and he stared up at the pale face across from his. Swallowing slightly, his heart rate increased. Kicking Kakashi out of his own bed again would have been fun but his heart, which was beating a mile a minute, wasn't in it. He unwrapped the arms from around his body and slipped out of the bed. Sparing the groaning man a solemn glance, he left the room and hurried downstairs to the laptop he spotted in the den a few days ago.
Once he had it fully booted, the young man set about creating his r�sum�. The interview he'd set up for today had almost gone by without him attending it. Iruka saved the document on a disk he'd so rightfully claimed as his own after finishing it, then hooked up the printer. What's mine is yours--he left both devices running as he hurried back upstairs to shower and get ready. This was one time when he needed his suits.
Kakashi rolled over so he was facing the door and smiled sleepily, sighing. No floor for him today. "What are you up to, Iruka?" He pulled the covers up to his nose and rolled back over to stare at his fish. "What do you think he's up to?" he asked them, eyes curving with his smile. "Ah! Let me feed you since I'm up."
Iruka didn't stop until he was ready to leave. He poked his head into Kakashi's bedroom and found the older man sitting up. "I'm heading out," he mumbled.
"On Christmas Eve?" Kakashi groaned as he stretched. "We haven't even started decorating. And the tree�"
"It's important," Iruka sighed.
"I'm not so sure I want you out there alone."
"I'll be fine," the brunet snapped, backing away from the door. "And if anything does happen, I have your number. Can I go now?"
"Hmm�" Kakashi rubbed his smooth chin, staring at the ceiling in thought. He glanced at the other. "Put your hair up in one." A smile spread across his face. "You're cuter that way."
Iruka scowled and disappeared from the doorway to downstairs. He entered the den then walked through the entrance hall and out the door with his cover page and r�sum� safely tucked away in a portfolio he'd brought down with him. Once inside the yellow cab and well on his way, Iruka opened his hand to stare at the black elastic band he'd snatched up. He sighed and pulled his hair back into a loose ponytail. 'Why do I listen to that idiot?' He sat back and waited for the ride to be over. Driving made him feel uneasy, not that anyone knew, but he wasn't about to walk everywhere he had to go.
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Genma glared at the door. Someone was knocking and disturbing him. He didn't have to teach today--not again until January--and he needed rest; later today, he would once again be supervising the children as they put the finishing touches on the decorations. He lowered his feet from the wall and rolled from bed, groaning loudly. "Who are you? And what do you--Oh. Wow." Genma gave a lopsided grin and fell against the doorframe. Iruka stood on the other side of his door, looking just as handsome as he had remembered him over three weeks ago. Except he somehow seemed younger now; more relaxed. "You're glowing."
Iruka rolled his eyes but smiled. Genma had that effect on him. "What I wanted was to visit you, but you obviously don't want company."
"For you, anything. Let me get my cigarettes."
"Get your ass out here," Iruka muttered, grabbing his friend's arm. Genma smiled and allowed himself to be yanked along. They walked through the double doors and right into a trap.
"Fire!" a voice yelled. Both men began shouting as they were bombarded with snowballs.
"Cease fire!" a second voice yelled. The attack let up. Iruka shook his head and slowly raised his hand to his hair.
"Uh-oh�" Naruto ducked behind his fort.
Genma looked in the opposite direction to see Sasuke disappear. "Get out here� now!"
"No way! That guy's with you!"
"Sasuke," Iruka called out. The ebony-haired boy rose once more and trudged over to the men. He kept his head lowered to hide his amused smirk. He raised it when a hand landed on his shoulder. "Yes or no," the man told him. "Do you want to go out for brunch?"
"I'll go!" Naruto tore through his fort and came to a halt beside the trio. He grinned up at Iruka, his cheeks flushed from the cold. "I'll go, I'll go," he repeated.
"You? You'll go?" Iruka smirked and removed his hand from behind his back. The blonde gave a surprisingly shrill shriek at the wet snow smacked into his face. "You can come," he heard the man laugh while he wiped the snow away.
"I'll warm up the SUV," Genma chuckled. "I'm taking Sasuke with me. We'll pick you up out front." He left with the boy.
"Why are you being such a bastard?" Naruto sighed, tucking his arms behind his head.
"How old are you?" the lawyer asked as he watched the remaining children destroy the forts and head back to their respective buildings.
"Sixteen," the boy replied proudly.
"Do you know what it means to respect your elders?" Iruka clouted him in his head.
"What the hell was that for?" Naruto yelled, glaring at the man. He blinked as the brown eyes he stared into reflected the smile on the brunet's face.
"You're still disrespectful," Iruka sighed, draping an arm over Naruto's shoulder. "But you're also loyal." There was something about these children--and here he thought he hated them--that allowed him to lose his heartless lawyer fa�ade. "Let's go," he said, starting forward.
Naruto slowly found himself grinning. "I guess you're not such a bastard after all."
"Such a foul mouth for a kid." Iruka hit him again and ended up with an earful, even after they got into the SUV.
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"So. How did you and the infamous Iruka get to know each other?" Naruto asked, his mouth hovering over the straw in his strawberry soda. As Iruka had agreed to take them all out to brunch, he was now placing the order for all four, including himself.
Genma glanced down at the table as he thought of a proper answer to the question. "Hmm. He came to the Law Office a fledgling with great potential. He was such a tight-ass son of a bitch," he chuckled, leaning his head on his hands. "Then we became more than friends."
The blonde choked on his soda, the acidic pink liquid flying from his nose. Sasuke and Genma made a face and leaned back, away from the table. "Surprised?" the man mumbled, tossing a napkin on the mess. "Don't be. Same-sex relationships are becoming common."
"I'm not surprised, you jerk," Naruto wheezed. "I just don't see how someone as cool as Iruka fell for you."
"So now you think the bastard's cool, huh?" the man drawled.
Sasuke sipped his hot chocolate quietly as the pair argued. He had been surveying the lawyer at the counter when a figure obstructed his line of vision--two of them to be correct. He raised his gaze and his eyes widened. "Sakura�"
The girl's green eyes widened also and she stared down at the boy. "Sa� Sasuke!" A bright smile spread across her face but Gaara's arms made it impossible for her to act on any emotion. He was all better now.
The redhead glared at the Uchiha over the girl's shoulder. "Sasuke?" he mumbled. "Aren't you--"
"He's not!"
The yell came from two sources: Sakura and Naruto, but with Sakura, she inflicted bodily harm to her boyfriend. "Go wait outside," the girl instructed, her eyes fierce. Gaara scoffed, rubbing his stomach, and did as he was told. Naruto sat back down with a sigh and dropped his head to the table.
Sakura pulled up a chair after reaching the table. "Shikamaru said he saw you some night ago. At the movies."
Naruto's head snapped up and Genma eyebrow rose. "Movies?" the man drawled. "That's why you were late. Tell me, what was the film about?"
"This chick--"
"Boxing--"
Sakura glanced at the blonde. "He also said he was with someone else. You?" Naruto nodded with a sheepish grin. "I see." She smiled and giggled. "Don't worry. Shikamaru was there with his boyfriend also." Sakura placed a hand to Sasuke's and squeezed. "I'm glad to see you happy, progressing with your life, and so on. My parents are holding their annual Christmas party�"
Sasuke and Naruto glanced earnestly at Genma.
"The orphanage has a� Christmas� Ah. What the hell? Go."
They grinned and turned back to Sakura. "Great," she said. "I'll just write down when and where� Do either of you have a pen?" Her green eyes blinked and she looked back to see who was giving her one.
Iruka smirked and waved the utensil. "We meet again."
"Are you still staying with sensei?" the girl snapped, snatching the pen. She angrily scratched out her address and directions.
"We're living together."
Her hand flew across the paper, leaving a long, jagged mark. "Wha� what?"
"Jealous?" Iruka sighed as he resumed sitting at the table.
"Here!" Sakura slapped the paper onto the table and stood abruptly. "I'll see you," she said curtly before storming off. She left with the man's pen, knowing fully well she had.
Iruka laughed softly, leaning his head atop his upraised hand. "She's so short-tempered. It's fun to tease her."
"Moved in with your savior, huh? Well," Genma sighed. "I guess I never stood a chance."
"You never had a chance, old man--Ow! What the hell�?" Naruto rubbed his shin, glaring at his teacher.
Sasuke folded the paper and placed it in his pocket. He smiled and watched as the waiter drew nearer with their food. His life really was progressing.
"Isn't that right, Sasuke?"
The boy blinked as he was drawn back into the conversation and stared at the blonde at his side. "What?"
"Genma with Raido, you've seen them?"
"Isn't Raido thirty-five?" Sasuke said with a smug smile.
"Going for older men now, Genma?" Iruka drawled, crossing his arm.
"You little traitors."
It was an afternoon that they had all needed to enjoy.
Not too far away, a familiar young man sat, his features expressionless. He glanced out of the large window then back at the rowdy table, the light glancing off his glasses and hiding his eyes. The only reason Kabuto was here instead of at the office, possibly enjoying a stimulating conversation with Anko, was because Orochimaru had asked him to keep an eye on Umino Iruka. He glanced up at the waitress and the young woman blushed at his hard stare. "Just another glass of water." She nodded and hurried off for the mug.
Kabuto sighed softly and folded his hands atop the table. He never thought of himself as jealous in any way, but he didn't see why Orochimaru would want someone as insubordinate as that man to bed when he was standing right at his side. The exceptional lawyer had taken him in at a young age and raised him as if he were his very own. 'Maybe that's why. He probably thinks of me as family...' He listened to the water being poured into his empty glass and nodded at the waitress, silently thanking her.
The young man placed a finger to the glass and trailed his finger down through the perspiration. Maybe he could just get rid of the problem. Kabuto shook his head. Orochimaru would hate him forever for doing that. He lowered his hand to the table and curled his fingers into a tight fist. There was nothing he could do but remain at Orochimaru's side as a most valuable asset.
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Iruka stepped out of the taxi but it wasn't in front of his new house. It was at the storage where some of his items lay. He hadn't called Kakashi yet, and having been out all day, the man was probably having a fit. He pulled his cell phone from his coat pocket while fishing for his storage key and dialed the house.
Kakashi managed to free his hand from the tangled mess of lights and reached for the hallway phone hanging from the wall. "Hello?" he panted.
Iruka's brow furrowed slightly and he snatched up the flashlight he kept within reach. "What are you doing?"
"Iruka! Where are you? I've been worried sick."
"You sound like you've been overexerting yourself."
"Yeah. I'm trying to free up my lights to put them up."
"And you've been worried sick," the brunet scoffed, flipping open a box. He used the flashlight to help him search the contents. "I went to lunch. Right now, I'm at the storage facility. I saw that little girl from your clinic. She--" Iruka frowned and glanced over his shoulder at the noises behind him.
"Iruka?" Kakashi stepped out of his lights and was already reaching for his coat. The young man wasn't too far away. If he caught a cab, it would take him just ten minutes; walking, he had an e.t.a. of thirty minutes. "What's wrong?"
"I just thought I heard something. I don't see anyone."
"I'm coming for you."
"In that old truck?"
"Hey! What's wrong with my truck?"
"Both you and the truck are the problem. Fix it up--" The cell phone fell from his hand, shattering as it hit the concrete, and following it was the flashlight.
"Iruka? Iruka!" Kakashi cursed softly and hung up, dragging on his coat. His truck really wasn't reliable; it had decided to hibernate after being forced out of the driveway last night. The veterinarian locked the door behind him then rushed out to the street, hailing down a taxi.
"Iruka. I really have missed you." Orochimaru licked along the inner side of the man's ear before tossing him onto the mattresses in the corner. Iruka rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in the soft material. He jumped as the door slammed shut and raised his head to find the room bathed in darkness. There was a shift in the mattress and he was rolled onto his back, his arms pinned above his head. His legs were parted and the ebony-haired man's knee was pressed into his groin.
"Stop it�" Iruka pleaded, squeezing his eyes shut. "Oro� chimaru� stop it!"
Orochimaru snagged the ponytail and yanked the man's head back so he could decorate the bronze neck with love bites. In this case, it was just bite marks.
"I said� stop!" Iruka yelled. He freed a hand and his fist connected sharply with the Sannin lawyer's face.
Orochimaru chuckled, wiping at his mouth. "That man seemed to have given you� life!" He buried his fist into the young man's gut. The brown eyes widened to incredible portions and Iruka's mouth opened in a silent scream. It was only hard enough to show him who was in charge and not to make him lose consciousness.
Iruka trembled, breathing heavily as he felt the cold hands tearing at his clothes. This was it. It would all be over; his last shred of sanity and dignity would be harshly torn away. He could never face Kakashi again after this. Tears came to his eyes. 'Kakashi�I'm sorry�' The coldness increased.
"I'll let you scream this time," Orochimaru hissed. He grasped Iruka legs by the back of the knee and raised them. Iruka bit down on his bottom lip to silence his sobs. The storage door flew open, almost breaking from the force of being slammed against the wall. A large frame cast a shadow into the room.
"Get off of him!"
Iruka's eyes flew open. 'Kakashi!' Iruka, his mouth hanging open, could only stare in shock at the rage-filled expression on the normally kind-hearted man's face. Orochimaru was ripped away and thrown against the wall. Still stunned, Iruka merely sat up, wincing slightly, and lowered his hands into his bare lap. He stared as Kakashi kept the man pinned by the neck.
"You�" Kakashi snarled, fingers tightening around the pale neck. "You're the one who destroyed Iruka's amazing spirit. That's why he couldn't stand being near you that day we met."
"I do pride myself on such things," Orochimaru chuckled weakly, squeezing the appendage holding him still.
Murderous intent flashed through the mismatched orbs. A tremor ran through his body that the young man noticed and he sprang to his feet.
"Kakashi, don't!" Iruka grabbed the man from behind. "Don't kill him on my behalf," he sniffled, face buried in the broad back. "Kakashi, please�"
"He almost raped you, Iruka!" the silver-haired man yelled, disbelief mixing with his rage. "I can't just�" He trailed off as Orochimaru began laughing loudly. "What's so funny?" Kakashi snapped, lifting the ebony-haired man a few centimeters off the ground.
The pale man smirked and his tongue slid out to moisten his lips. "I can't believe you haven't told anyone. People usually already go running to the police."
"Shut up. Shut up!" Iruka yelled, squeezing his eyes shut.
"I've already raped him," the Sannin owner bragged in a smug tone, his golden eyes widening along with his smirk. "Bound and gagged, so all he could was cry."
Kakashi saw red. He felt Iruka fall away from him, but his task at hand was to give the man he held captive immeasurable amounts of pain for desecrating someone as great as Iruka. Someone else wanted him dead, but his or her method was different. Kakashi blinked several times to clear his vision and looked down at the front of his clothes. They were now blood-dappled as he imaged his face was. He released the dead body and turned around to see who had shot the man, in his head and heart.
Jiraiya and Tsunade stood just outside the entrance of the storage room. Worry was not apparent on their faces, even though they still held the smoking weapons.
The soft sobs from the floor drew Kakashi's attention and he dropped to his knees next to Iruka. He wrapped his arms around the trembling frame. "It's all right," he whispered, placing a cheek atop the brown hair. "It's all over. He's dead."
"Kakashi�!" Iruka clung to the other.
"It's all right." The silver-haired man whispered the three words over and over in a soothing voice until the young man in his arms quieted then slipped unconscious from the sheer exhaustion of it all. Kakashi glanced up at the two figures, a weak smile on his face. Both attorneys returned it.
"Don't worry about what just took place. Had your friend�" Tsunade closed her eyes momentarily then smiled warmly. "Those who were loyal to Orochimaru will be terminated. Ah. Fired," she corrected, chuckling softly. "Jiraiya, go fetch."
"Jirai�? You're that author!" Kakashi exclaimed.
Jiraiya's scowl turned upside-down and broadened into a wide grin. "You read Icha Icha Paradise?"
"I worship it," Kakashi said in a revered voice, eyes sparkling.
"For the love of�!" With an exasperated and furious sigh, Tsunade holstered her gun and stormed over to retrieve the body of her former business associate while the two men yakked it up. Unable to lift him, she drew her weapon and fired a shot into the ceiling only to realize the silencer was still on. "Jiraiya, get your ass over here!"
"Fine, woman!" Jiraiya groaned and walked over. He knelt and lifted the body, slinging him over his shoulder.
"How are you going to get rid of him?" Kakashi asked as he stood with Iruka and his personal belongings. He had the young man's trench coat wrapped around his bare lower half.
Tsunade glanced at Jiraiya, who was also watching her. They both faced the men with identical lopsided smiles. "Bonfire," was what the pair said in unison.
Iruka whimpered and curled his fingers into Kakashi's jacket. "Can you take me home first?" the vet asked softly.
"Sure." After depositing the body in the back of the black suburban on the plastic laid out, Jiraiya tossed the keys to Tsunade. She caught them and opened all four doors. The white-haired man assisted in getting Iruka situated in the backseat.
Kakashi got in after and placed Iruka's head in his lap. Once they were on the road, a question arose in the man's mind. "How did you know where to find us?"
Tsunade glanced at him in the rearview mirror and smiled. "We were following Orochimaru. I think he knew because we lost him for a while, otherwise we would have arrived first."
"Hm." Kakashi trailed his fingers over Iruka's slightly pale skin. He smiled. Tsunade and Jiraiya glanced at each other with wide smiles then returned their gazes to the road ahead.
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The white head didn't rise as the double doors to the back of the police van were thrown open. An enraged Anko was forced in and her ankles shackled to keep her seated. She struggled a few more futile minutes after the vehicle started moving, then sat back with a frustrated huff. Her dark eyes glanced at the silent young man and she scoffed. "Whatever they have on us, it's never going to stick." She hoped.
"Anko�" Kabuto's voice trembled as he spoke. He slowly raised his head and the woman's mouth fell open at the sight of the tears running down his face. "Is he really dead�?"
Anko would have reached out and held him tightly had it not been for her cuffs. She had never seen Kabuto cry; never seen him show too much emotion save for when they were near Orochimaru. "He is," she said softly, feeling the pain of the truth settle in.
Kabuto's brow furrowed, his bottom lip trembling, and he sobbed softly. Anko cursed softly and tilted her head back against the van's inner wall, silent tears running down her face.
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A/N: Tsunade and Jiraiya to the rescue!
(sits in a cage) I should be shot� right between the eyes--shot! You don't think it was that bad, do you? Overly angsty for Christmas time? Seeing as how I just finished watching Neon Genesis Evangelion (dear God, that was amazing, especially the End of Evangelion) and Fushigi Yugi, I'm full of angst. I'm currently watching Kiddy Grade now (all of these I've watched already, save for Evangelion--this was the first time!) so that's even more angst. Blame it on the anime creators!
(grabs a gun and shoots herself) X.x
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