Something Stupid | By : fantards Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 782 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Disclaimer: Naruto still belongs to Masashi Kishimoto and not me. What a shame.
Notes: The tension builds up... And a confession is made.
Warning: Still no smut. :pout:
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Izumo cursed and swore heavily as he dragged a half-coherent Kotetsu through the gates of Konoha. It had taken them a lot longer than it should have, because he’d thought that it would be wiser to stay cautious and careful, so as not to be spotted. His plan had worked like a charm, and they weren’t harmed further before they returned.
At the gates, they were met by a very confused couple of jounin, mainly Hayate and Genma, and before they could say a word, he flipped them the finger and continued struggling his way towards the hospital.
“Hey, Izumo, we can totally help you carry him,” Genma tried, but Izumo swore at him and nearly bit his head off, so he just made a pacifying motion with his hands, as if to say that hey, he didn’t wanna die. Kotetsu had been mumbling incoherently the entire trip and Izumo was so pissed off, had his friend not been dying already, he’d have punched him so his teeth rattled.
Genma and Hayate stayed in the background, but they were both obviously worried, so they followed at a safe distance, sending each other glances that spoke volumes. ‘Kotetsu’s done it this time.’
As the world swam in and out of focus, Kotetsu could see bits of the village passing him by... and was that... Hayate? Probably. Hayate and his porn-star boyfriend. Kotetsu would have snorted derisively, but suddenly he had forgotten what was so worthy of derision, and the two smug cats who followed his slow, backward progress didn't seem to be sharing.
Slowly the sense drizzled back into him, along with a great deal of water and various medicines. The palace full of unicorns resolved into a hospital room that contained two worried-looking tokubetsu jounin, a very busy medic, and one extraordinarily pissed-off Izumo. Kotetsu swallowed hard as he recognised his friend. The other chuunin was sitting in a sling-chair with Genma in his lap, holding him down, and Hayate trying to talk sense – or maybe that was cough sense – next to his shoulder.
“Come on, Izumo, you can't knock his teeth in until they're absolutely sure he's not going to die from it. I'd be really sad if you killed Kotetsu. I kind of like him.” Hayate coughed quietly and then resumed his attempts to placate Izumo. Genma wisely kept his mouth shut, for once in his life, and just nodded at what Hayate was saying.
Izumo noticed that Kotetsu's eyes had opened, and he tried to leap to his feet, but was stopped when Genma grabbed the back of the chair, pinning him to it. “Stay down! You can kill him after they're sure he's not going to die of anything else.”
Hayate coughed and stuttered for a moment, and then smoothed Izumo's hair affectionately. “It's going to be fine. He's not that badly hurt, thanks to you. I'd hate to think what he would have looked like when you found him. I know yo --”
“He looked like dogmeat when I found him! I should have just left the bastard there to bleed to death, but... but...” Izumo had thought he was done crying. It seemed he was wrong, and that just seemed to enrage him further. He launched himself out of the chair, dumping a very surprised Genma on the floor, and covered the space to the bed in two steps. “What do you have to say for yourself, you fucking retard?”
Kotetsu seemed to cower into his pillow, nervous eyes on his best friend. “I'm glad you're not hurt? I'm sorry I'm so heavy? Thank you?”
“Damn right you’re sorry! If you ever do that again, I’m going to stuff a fucking kunai so far up your fucking useless, unworthy, retarded ass, you’ll have to ask Hayate to dig it out with his fucking sword, you piece of shit!” Izumo was so furious he wasn’t certain what he was doing, and he nearly dragged Kotetsu out of the bed as he grabbed hold of his collar and hoisted him up.
Hayate gave a slightly affronted cough from behind them, having just recovered from his shock, whereas Genma was still sitting on the ground, trying to puzzle out how Izumo suddenly got so strong.
“Ew! Come on, Izumo, have a little respect for a well-made weapon! If I have to pull a kunai out of his ass, I'm doing it with a broom!” Hayate’s nose crinkled in disgust.
Kotetsu’s eyes were wide as he looked into the now completely black eyes of his best friend and saw death approaching. He was so certain that Izumo was going to kill him off, that when the chuunin dumped him roughly on the bed, he was gaping senselessly while groaning in pain.
“I’m not talking to you again, Kotetsu. Not for at least a week, you fucking ass,” he shook his head and added in a quiet tone, “I wish I could hate you...”
Biting his lip, Izumo closed his eyes and let out a shaky sob before turning to walk calmly out of the room.
Kotetsu looked around in absolute confusion. Izumo had just shouted at him, threatened him, and stormed out of the room. This was not normal. Genma and Hayate were staring at the door in mild amazement.
“What did I do? There's not a scratch on him! So, I got stabbed a few... well, more than a few times. I'm not going to die from it!” He wheezed, and the medic pushed him solidly back down onto the bed.
“Hagane-san, you would have died without him.” The medic arranged the sheets that Izumo had disarrayed and reconnected the few sensors that had been pulled off.
Hayate smiled at Genma. How many times have they said that about us? He walked over to the bed and sat next to Kotetsu's knees. “Um, Izumo really cares about you. I mean, kind of a lot.”
Kotetsu looked confused. “Of course he does; we're best friends.”
Genma rolled his eyes and Hayate suppressed a giggle. “I, um, I know that, Kotetsu. It's just, um, he's... well... Look, just try not to do anything stupid for a couple of weeks, alright? He's really worried that you're going to die, one of these days.” Hayate leaned down and hugged Kotetsu, carefully. “I'd be kind of pissed if you died, too. Friends are there to keep you alive, right? Just think about how you'd feel if Izumo got mauled like you just did.”
A couple of bedside monitors began to beep in alarm and Hayate apologised to the medic as he jumped back off the bed. “I should go. I, um, yeah. Izumo will kill me if you wind up in here for longer because of something I said.” He grabbed Genma's hand and dragged the other tokujou out of the room.
Kotetsu blinked up at the medic, who just shrugged and returned to making notes.
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Izumo had decided to give Kotetsu the cold shoulder as soon as the other chuunin returned from the hospital. It proved more difficult than he’d expected because... Well, damnit! He couldn’t ignore him! It was simply put much too difficult, especially because his heart had decided to leap into his throat every time his best friend entered the same room as he was in.
In addition, Hayate and Genma kept snickering and avoiding them both, as if the two tokujou knew something they didn’t (something that irked Izumo to no end), and refused to tell him what it was. At the end of the week, Kamizuki Izumo was so pissed off that even Anko avoided him.
Still, he kept his resolve firm and kept ignoring Kotetsu no matter how many times the other ninja cornered him with a concerned look in his eyes, trying to pick up the broken pieces of their friendship. Izumo wouldn’t let him, however, no matter how childish it made him seem. And he knew just how childish he seemed. Hayate kept informing him of that.
“Izumo-” The time Kotetsu had tried to apologize or whatever in the kitchen and he’d walked out of the room as if he hadn’t heard him was the first. Izumo could barely keep himself from running back in there and kissing that hurt look right off his face.
“Izumo...” Kotetsu had tried again later that night, only to have the door to the bathroom slammed in his face.
“Izumo.” He’d tried several times later that week, but to no avail. Izumo had apparently decided to behave as a child, and Kotetsu was soon straddling the threshold of anger; he was going to make Izumo talk to him again, even if he had to kiss him first, reveal his own feelings, and get himself booted out of their shared apartment.
It happened in the middle of the mission room. He'd tried to apologise again, and Izumo had tried to walk away. Kotetsu finally lost any sense of propriety. “Fucking listen to me!” he shouted, and grabbed Izumo by the vest with both hands. In the background, Hayate fumbled the clipboard he was holding as he tried, once again, to impart some sense of what a mission report should look like to Genma, who was studiously ignoring him in favour of the scene about to erupt across the room. The clipboard bounced off the back of Iruka's head and clattered to the floor.
“Do you have any idea why I keep throwing myself in front of every pointy thing that moves? It's because it might hurt you! I love you, you goddamned idiot!” The room was oddly silent, and every shinobi in it was watching as Kotetsu kissed Izumo on the lips for the first time.
“I don't care that you don't love me back, but for the sake of my sanity, just let me keep you safe.” Kotetsu's shoulders slumped and he stared at the three inches floor between them. “I'm not going to say stop taking missions. That would be stupid. Just please leave the getting stabbed to me. I don't ever want to see you bleed.”
Izumo’s heart was thudding wildly in his chest at this point, the confession running on replay in his head. “Just shut up, Kotetsu. I don’t want to hear that you don’t want to see me bleed. I don’t give a shit, frankly, because I always have to end up seeing you bleed on my behalf.”
Around them, everyone were holding their breaths. Iruka had forgotten to scold the two tokujou for bouncing the clipboard off his head, Genma and Hayate had forgotten their reports, and all were sitting on the edge of their seats, trying to guess what would happen next. Would Izumo slap Kotetsu upside the head and tell him that he was an idiot? Would he walk out from there and never talk to his best friend again? There were a lot of guesses, but none of them were right.
Izumo shook his head silently and smiled gently, stroking a hand down Kotetsu’s cheek. Leaning forwards, he brushed their lips together, like the soft fluttering of a butterfly’s wings. He didn’t want to admit his feelings quite yet, because he felt that it was something they should share just to themselves, so he left it with that and simply stood and left the room. Kotetsu would return to their apartment later, and they would talk them.
When Izumo left, chaos broke out within the mission room, and everyone were stumbling over their words, trying to figure out what that had meant. Would Izumo tell Kotetsu that he loved him, too?
Genma let out a soft sigh and wondered idly if he and Hayate would be left to pick up the pieces of a broken heart that night.
Hayate patted Iruka on the shoulder apologetically and walked across the room, to where Kotetsu stood, dazed. He took his friend firmly by the shoulders and shook him a bit. “I told you so. Repeatedly and at length, I told you so. Now hurry up and go after him.”
Kotetsu didn't move. “But --”
Hayate stomped his foot and glared up at the frozen chuunin before him. “Shoo! Don't make me talk to you like I do to Genma.”
“Hey, no fair! He's not --” Genma's protest was cut off as Iruka pulled him into a chair and slapped a hand over his mouth.
Hayate continued to stare down his significantly larger friend. “Now, Kotetsu, before he thinks you're regretting it.”
Kotetsu sighed and left the room, determined just to go home and put a pillow over his head until Izumo came back and kicked him out. He worried himself sick as he walked through the streets of Konoha, wondering where he'd gone wrong – what had finally pulled those words out of his mouth. Thoroughly nauseated and wholly ashamed of himself, Kotetsu opened the door of his apartment.
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