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Another Perfect Wonder	By : jaded_priceless Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 10014 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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CHAPTER 18

Iruka wasn’t sure how long he slept. The water splashing against him was still warm but there was a pointy elbow nudging his solar plexus, bony fingers digging into his thigh and a voice telling him to wake up. He grunted and shifted slightly but didn’t wake up.

Kakashi knew it was a bad idea to get in the tub with the chuunin. The man was sound asleep and snoring lightly in his ear. So far he’d called his name, splashed water on him, shook him, pinched his arms and legs and elbowed him; albeit unintentionally at first.

He was trying to refrain from biting him when he thought of something that might work. Iruka was Naruto’s mentor and closest thing the family the boy ever knew.

He scooted back and twisted so that his face was right next to Iruka’s and said the magic words, “The ramen is here.”

Iruka jumped.

“I do everything I can short of biting you and you don’t wake up. I say the word ‘ramen’ and all of sudden you’re awake,” Kakashi grumbled half-heartedly. “I really wasn’t expecting it to work.”

Iruka frowned and grumbled in reply, “Toothbrush.”

“What?” Kakashi asked.

“Gotta get you a toothbrush,” Iruka mumbled once again closing his eyes.

“Wait don’t go back to sleep yet,” Kakashi implored shaking Iruka. “I need to get out of the tub. This room was designed for a specific purpose and it’s not the one you’re currently using it for.”

“Huh?” Iruka yawned and eyed the tub’s other occupant sleepily. Kakashi splashed him with water then pointed at the toilet. “Oh.”

Kakashi squeaked again when Iruka effortlessly lifted him and hastily dried him off. He’d stopped protesting when the room turned sidewise and began to wobble. After grabbing the dishes and turning the tub stopper to filter, Iruka sat the stool in front of the toilet “in case he needed to sit so his legs wouldn’t give out.”

After yelling “grown men don’t sit down to pee,” Kakashi did just that. It was bad enough the hospital medics blackmailed him with pictures depicting the great Copy Nin ass out, IV stand proudly watching while his head and hospital gown rested inside the ever welcoming rim of the toilet.

He doubted Iruka had a camera, but he didn’t want the chuunin to know he was on the verge of fainting or that his partially healed ankle and ribs hurt more now than when they were completely broken. He was fast asleep when the chuunin lifted his head from the thankfully closed lid of his porcelain pillow and carried him to bed.

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When Kakashi woke up the next morning Iruka was still asleep and they were still alone. He was hoping that it was just the two of them was one of the man’s infamous pranks.

It was common knowledge that when Genma had to be sedated after a solo S rank mission debriefing turned into a high risk immediate psychological treatment Iruka had snuck into his hospital room and convinced him he’d been experimented on by Orochimaru, asleep for a year and had given birth to Ibiki’s baby. Genma still had the scarf wearing, scar faced and senbon sucking doll that leered, moved, and alternated between threats and lewd comments when you applied chakra to it and counted it among his most prized possessions.

Judging by the way he could feel enemy chakra sources passing over their shelter without pausing it really was just the two of them and Iruka had successfully passed the two of them off as civilians. Kakashi supposed he shouldn’t be surprised considered what he knew of the man’s unpredictable students.

Kakashi shifted slightly beneath the arm and leg draped over him and was surprised to see Iruka’s eyelids rapidly open. That response answered one of his questions. He wasn’t completely sure if Iruka had deliberately tucked him against him in a protective position so he could easily defend or teleport the two of them or if their bodies had drifted that way while they were sleeping.

Now that Iruka was awake Kakashi reluctantly slid away from. The chuunin was quite a heat source. Kakashi chuckled when Iruka sleepily yawned good morning. One side of Iruka’s hair stuck out on all directions and the other was plastered to his face.

“Good morning to you as well,” Kakashi replied happily.

“Toothbrush,” Iruka frowned, crinkling his nose and yawning a second time.

“Like you can talk,” Kakashi huffed, grimacing once he caught whiff of his own mouth odor.

Iruka rolled onto his back and stretched like a fat, happy bear before once again turning to face Kakashi, “Are you hungry or do you need anything? Do you hurt anywhere?”

Kakashi yawned before answering Iruka’s questions completely disregarding the order in which they were posed. “I hurt everywhere. I’m not hungry but I need to go to the bathroom.”

Iruka rolled out of bed and helped Kakashi to the restroom. He quickly washed his hands before leaving Kakashi to do his business. He yawned again and checked the large pot hanging inside the fireplace. It was half full of water.

Iruka crushed another civilian decongestant and pain killer along with dried mint, tea leaves and lemongrass then placed them in a cup for Kakashi’s tea. He reconstituted more mint and lemongrass separately for Kakashi chew on; that would have to do until he was able to get the man toothbrush.

Iruka lumbered into the kitchen and ran some cold water into the pot he’d used to transport his fish. He placed the largest two in the pot to swim about while he set about butchering their smaller but rather sizeable companion.

His father was from Mist. By the time he was five Iruka could literally clean a fish in his sleep without getting a single cut. When Kakashi emerged from the restroom Iruka had processed the fish and was chopping vegetables.

“What are you going to do with that?” Kakashi asked when he saw Iruka putting the skin, fins, bones, and organs of the carp in a pot with white water and vegetable peelings.

Iruka shrugged “Making broth. The water’s white because I used it to wash rice.”

“Oo-kay.” Kakashi drawled somewhat unconvinced the mess in the pot was the same delicious nectar he’d consumed the previous night. He pushed himself from his resting place against the doorframe and got back into bed.

“Don’t lay down yet. Drink this first,” Iruka instructed innocently while handing Kakashi the tea he’d dosed.

Kakashi’s eyelids once again grew heavy as he drank the tea and Iruka slowly started to blur. He imagined Iruka telling him it was okay to go sleep and he’d wake him when the food was done. Kakashi wasn’t sure how long he slept but he woke up to the smell of food and someone asking if he was ready to eat. He jumped awake; his hands frantically searching the bed for a weapon that couldn’t be located before recognizing Iruka and remembering where he was.

“Do you think you can handle solid food?” Iruka asked once Kakashi got his bearings. “It will be a few hours before the broth is ready.”

“Yeah,” Kakashi mumbled, wondering why he felt so out of it.

The plate Iruka handed him looked like it was prepared for a toddler testing his newly grown teeth instead of an adult. The fish and vegetables were chopped into small bits and the rice was somewhere between overcooked and complete mush. The portion was also about a quarter of what Iruka had served himself.

Kakashi opened his mouth to protest when Iruka spoke, “Eat that first. I want to see how well you handle solids. If you’re still hungry you can have more. I don’t want you to get sick from eating too much too fast. You still have internal injuries and your body may not be able to handle it.”

Kakashi’s shoulders slumped in acceptance. He took the spoon from Iruka and began slowly feeding himself. The chuunin was right; he’d had to force down the last few bites. Once he finished he turned his attention to the tea the chuunin had prepared for him, “What’s in this?”

“Mint, tea leaves, and lemongrass.” Iruka answered honestly. Only two hours had passed so it was lacking the extra ingredients of this morning’s brew. “The mint and lemongrass are good for digestion and cold symptoms.”

Kakashi nodded and enjoyed another cup. He decided it would be best to let his food digest and wait until Iruka finished eating to get answers to the many question plaguing his mind. Kakashi waited until the dishes were done and Iruka had added more snow to the large pot he kept over the fire to begin asking questions.

The first was the most obvious. “How long are we going to be here?”

“Until you’re well enough to travel,” Iruka replied.

“I can travel now,” Kakashi protested.

Iruka rolled his eyes. The maskless face of Konoha’s most feared jounin sported the most adorable pout he’d ever seen. Iruka taught round faced five year olds so that was saying a lot. Kakashi may have had a legitimate reason for wanting to leave although he strongly doubted it. It never hurt to ask just in case Kakashi had learned something Tsunade needed to hear about immediately.

Iruka decided to treat him like a five year old and get a glimpse of his thought process, “You can’t walk to the bathroom without leaning on the wall. You can flush and spray all you want, but it doesn’t hide the smell of blood. One of your eyes is swollen shut, the other isn’t focusing or tracking the way it should. Your fever has been lowered, but I don’t think it’s completely gone. Your chest sounds like a rickety cart every time you take a breath. What makes you think you can travel?”

Kakashi’s lips poked out even further , the apples of his cheeks darkened and his voice rose in defiance, “I can. Don’t ask me how I know, but I can.”

Kakashi would die if he knew he was directly quoting the most stubborn child to ever pass through the doors of Konoha’s academy. All that was missing was the blunt cut bangs, long braid, bushy eyebrows and beady eyes.

Iruka knew arguing that point would be a losing battle so he changed directions, “What are you going to wear?”

Kakashi stood up and tottered to the lone dresser. There were two pairs of pants in addition to the ones Iruka wore, a thick cable knit sweater, three turtlenecks, a set of thermal underwear, a few pairs of old boxer briefs and a newly opened pack.

“Where are my clothes?” he asked dumbfounded.

Iruka was about to tell a rather convincing lie when Kakashi groaned a defeated “nevermind”. He remembered his ninken still had his belongings.

He felt well enough to travel, but he wasn’t foolish enough to believe he could deal with the swarm of ninja that would arrive the moment he used chakra to summon. He slumped onto the bed and burrowed inside the covers, his determination completely annihilated after realizing there was one pair of shoes between them and he wasn’t even wearing his own underwear.

“It’s okay, Love,” Iruka placated as he laid onto top of the covers.

He ignored Kakashi’s half-hearted swats as he gently stroked his hair. “As soon as they say it’s safe to go out again I’ll start back fishing and buy you all new things. In the meantime you just rest and get better. We’ll leave once you’re properly outfitted.”

The decongestant and the soft fingers gliding through his hair quickly sent Kakashi back to the world of dreams. It didn’t take long for Iruka climb beneath the covers and follow behind him.
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