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The More Things Change	By : Sushi4Brains Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8511 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Quizás: (Spanish) – can be translated as, perhaps, maybe or possibly. This short chapter was inspired by my cousin who shared a recording of the incomparable Celia Cruz singing of an indecisive lover, constantly putting off her requests for a commitment which matched her own. Original lyrics written by Osvaldo Farrés, Cuba, 1947.
Heartfelt thanks to those gentle readers who continue following along with this twisted saga – your support means so much. As they had in the previous chapter and as they will in this one, Kakashi and Yamato are sorting out a few issues, (Kakashi’s mini-meltdown being the most pressing), but I hear tell there will be smut in the coming chapters.
Meanwhile … Hound is plotting.

He’d blacked out for a while and when he awoke, an unknown attacker stood over him – the pale moonlight revealed a dull metal colored object in the enemy’s hand.
Was it poison? A truth serum?
In a few minutes … would it matter?
Instinct or maybe just battle reflexes yanked his body from its position of vulnerability; pain … its icy fire sawed through every muscle in his body when he bolted upright. Silently, forcibly was the taunting cylinder slapped away from the shadowy figure before him, its contents still intact even as it flew across the room, rattling to a halt on impact with the wall.
Suddenly, wide brown eyes loomed into focus – they stared back at him – shouting wordless accusations … reminding him of every single wrong he’d committed this night; promising unimaginably appalling payback.
Chakra’s low … body weak … I’m hallucinating –
that’s what he kept telling himself, but the tense set of muscles beneath his fingers - the fast pulse beneath the heel of his hand said otherwise. Hound was defeated - hied away to a location unknown, or so said this bold adversary who hid his true self behind a familiar face.
It’s a lie … it has to be a lie -
Kakashi repeatedly told himself as he searched every nook and cranny of his being … hoping, praying he was living one of his worst nightmares.
Unfortunately, no hallucination, nor nightmare was this, for not one iota of Hound’s malevolent chakra was found within himself.
It’s all true then.
Fuck!
His chakra, ebbing away even as anger against himself swelled; guilt roiled in his stomach, coating his insides with acrid yellow bile. The Sharingan, was sucking up chakra he couldn’t spare at present, but there it was … the truth, plain as day; he could see bluish purple streams of inimicality flowing from Tenzou like a mighty rushing river – could feel the white hot pricks of hostility radiating from his kohai, gouging into his flesh.
I can taste his hatred from here.
Perhaps the realization of the truth made him release the other man … or perhaps Tenzou simply seized upon his momentary weakness and wrenched free his arm; it didn’t matter. For with every backward step the other man took, Kakashi was certain his skull or his heart would explode.
I’ve fucked up – can’t fix this.
Perhaps this would be the final time they locked eyes; he’d remember it always, that look on his face when Tenzou bent down and retrieved the cylinder.
Perhaps.
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Yamato was well acquainted with that look - the desperate, soulless stare which screamed –
Danger! Stay away!
Once … long ago, he ignored these warning signs and for his naiveté was he disturbingly rewarded. A particularly intense battle left his captain on the brink of chakra exhaustion; severely wounded and stooped over in pain, Kakashi rose to his full height and attacked him in a blind rage, forcing him back against the rocky wall of the cave they hid inside; the tip of his captain’s katana, pierced through his breastplate, mere inches beneath the right lower chamber of his heart. Only the smell of his blood on the blade brought Kakashi to his senses.
Hopefully things wouldn’t go that far tonight.
He’d leave nothing to chance this time. Gingerly prizing his wrist from that death grip - moving backward slowly, he kept his hands where Kakashi could see them. He maintained non-threatening eye contact with his captain, even as he bent down and picked up the cylinder.
This was always the hardest part ...
waiting for Kakashi's cognitive processes to catch up with his reflexes.
He'd tempted fate one time too many tonight, but now, instinct dictated his movements, compelling him against his better judgment to lodge all of his confidence into the mentally unbalanced man seated on the side of the bed.
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Timid footsteps approach from his left as Kakashi made his peace with fate.
Soon, he’ll deliver the killing blow, releasing me from this hell I’ve created.
Without me … there is no Hound.
To perish at the hand of the one I nurtured and trained … it’s for the best …
Perhaps.
Instead, his kohai knelt before him; his warm hands reaching out, peeling open Kakashi’s clenched left fist - pressing the cool metal cylinder into his palm.
“Senpai ... I trust you,” he heard him whisper.
Yamato held his breath, not knowing how or if his captain would respond. Would he chew me out for the risk I took? Would he congratulate me for the decisions I made, or would he say something outlandish to break the tension between us?
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It was instinct or perhaps … reflex; maybe it was a combination of the two – but when his right arm suddenly stretched forth, his shaky hand aiming for the unprotected throat, somehow it landed on the crest of his kohai’s shoulder.
“Thank you … Tenzou,” he heard himself say.
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Yamato pretended he didn’t notice the clumsy one handed attempts at prying open the slick little cylinder. He knew better than offering assistance as that would be taken pity. Neither did he question or utter words of caution when his captain swallowed down enough pills to strangle a lesser man.
It wasn’t long before the veil of confusion lifted from Kakashi’s eye, before the murderous intent diminished – he held back a proud smile as Kakashi's features softened and his cheeks flushed with healthy color.
Just a few minutes more and he'll back to normal.
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His vision and mind cleared almost instantaneously; his body, still weak. This time, trusting brown eyes met his and a husky and very uncomfortable chuckle danced in the air between them.
Ah, Tenzou, he thought, kneading his kohai’s shoulder.
Such a seraphic little twit! Why is it you refuse to change?
We’ve got an enemy, devoid of scruples and bent on revenge, miching somewhere inside my apartment and here you kneel…
that insecure smile on your lips and your head slightly bowed.
My Tenzou; ever loyal … eternally circumspect – you were hard wired that way long before we met.
Thrown together, I drilled the importance of teamwork into your head,
I unwittingly modeled the concept of altruism before your eyes, making you believe
you must embrace my personal principle as your own, that I might accept you.
But tonight … I played fast and loose with your safety
and for what?
To get my rocks off?
How narcissistic and base am I?
And what of you, Tenzou?
How dare you forgive me
when I can’t possibly forgive myself?
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Notes:
Inimical: adverse in tendency or effect; unfavorable, harmful.
Miche: to lurk out of sight.
Seraph: a member of the highest order of angels, often represented as a child’s head with wings above, below and on each side.
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