Shh! It's a Secret | By : Aleya Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1285 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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He could hear the door down the hall open and close. He looked to the clock. Did he fall back asleep? It was time for the day to start. Proof of that was his neighbor from four doors down exiting the building with his usual confident stride. The Chuunin that tried to tell him how to run his team years ago…the Chuunin he rather despised in the corner of his heart for that incident.
Umino Iruka…
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The day carried on pretty normal for Hatake Kakashi. He awoke, handed in reports for his last mission and carried on with training his mind, lazing about and everything else that pleased Hatake Kakashi. After his bout with Itsuko the night before he definitely couldn’t spend time with her for quite a while.
“It’s been a while since I last saw Noriko.” He looked up at the blue sky remembering having a similar conversation with that cat eyed lovely several months ago. You know the, “When are you gonna settle down?” talk. Maybe he’d send her a notice.
“Iruka -Sensei!” Naruto yelled shatter the moment of peace. The blonde young man ran past Kakashi who sighed.
‘Definitely cuter when he was younger. He’d stop everything to harass me.” Kakashi lowered his book.
“It’s been a while.” Iruka smiled at the young man. “Eh?!? Did you get taller than me?” He leaned in and saw his shoulder sat just below Naruto’s.
“Ehehe, I guess so.” Naruto laughed.
“Unforgivable.” Iruka started walked off in that strut of his. “I guess you’ll have to treat me to lunch so I can forgive you.”
“WHAT?!?” Naruto’s jaw fell open as Iruka laughed and paused.
“Come on, I’m hungry, Naruto.” Iruka just smiled as Naruto sighed defeated and reached to check his wallet. “Don’t get cheap on me now!” He watched Iruka laugh and Naruto smile sheepishly. Kakashi watched the two a little longer.
“Jealous of how well they get along?” His conscience that sounded a lot like the previous owner of his Sharingan.
“I think I will contact, Noriko.” He whipped around and stuck his nose in the book, failing to remove the face of his most disliked Shinobi, at the present time, from his mind.
“Your judgment is the worst. You hated me.” Obito was speaking again, and once again Obito was ignored.
“Such a woman…” He grumbled finally forcing the tanned man from his mind.
That day when he tried to tell Kakashi how to run his team Kakashi was thoroughly annoyed. He had to reassure a MAN on letting go of students that were no longer his. It was like reprimanding Noriko or Itsuko or, at that time Reira on growing up. Sometimes the thought occurred to Kakashi it was because of Reira he despised Iruka.
Reira, the one woman he thought for even the briefest of moments that he could get serious with. He’d known Reira for some time, and she was one of few who’d seen his face. He really was considering making something permanent of this relationship but right then a drunken woman had been thrown out of a bar and onto Kakashi. Well, he moved and caught the busty woman helped her out and got her home safely. Perfect gentleman.
As far as he knew women would be glad to have a man that considerate and helpful, but Reira flipped and accused him of checking out that woman’s body, holding her too long, taking her home why? To remember where she lived so he could cheat on her later. And thus, they fought, and fought, and fought, and fought some more. It was a pointless fight and every time he went to see her she was suspicious and suddenly every female he passed he was accused of watching her. It was ridiculous. Crazy ridiculous and thus he had his first bitter breakup.
Sometimes he considers it was Iruka’s bad luck that brought him to be a whiney bitch at the worst possible time of Kakashi’s life. Of course Kakashi managed to keep his cool at that time, but it didn’t irritate him any less. And the only way to cut the bitching was to let the man conduct one final test before letting it go. Oh well, the cold feelings of hate associated with Iruka have been stuck since that day.
“Noriko!” He rushed to catch up with a nearby bleach blonde woman.
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“That hit the spot.” Iruka sipped on the last of the broth from his ramen bowl and rubbed his stomach.
“Yeah…” Naruto sighed setting aside his fifth bowl.
“Iruka…” A ninja landed behind the pair hovering outside the boundaries of Ichiraku Ramen. “An order from Hokage-Sama.”
“I see.” Iruka rose and took the scroll from the male Shinobi who then vanished.
“A mission?” Naruto was starting on yet another bowl of ramen.
“Yeah, I gotta go. See you Naruto.” Iruka ruffled the blonde’s hair and vanished. He reappeared in front of a red door. He knocked.
“Enter!” The woman’s voice called and in he went.
“You summoned, Hokage-Sama.” He closed the door seeing the woman looking through a file, the picture on front was his picture.
“Here.” Tsunade didn’t even glance up and chucked something at his head. Iruka caught it with ease. It was a picture. “Looks like she could be your relative, no?” It was true; there was some resemblance between the young woman in the picture and Iruka. She was a pale young lady instead of tanned. She had green eyes instead of plain brown eyes, but other than that, very similar. She was shapely, perfect hourglass shaped.
“Is she?”
“No. She’s just the latest victim in a string of missing girls.” Iruka didn’t like where this was headed already.
“So many D-rank missions.” She said suddenly. “A few B and A-rank missions.” She flipped the page. “Majority of them solo missions. Any reason for that?”
“No, it works out that way.”
“Do you know the basic thing of Psychology is?” Tsunade lifted her eyes to look at Iruka. “When a person expects one thing their mind rarely questions it and accepts the situation. So lets say I eat ice cream and it’s yellow I could expect lemon ice and maybe even fool my taste buds into believing that and then someone later says it’s Mango.”
“I don-”
“Kind of like a man who dresses like a woman when they move in a new town. If they’re convincing the new neighbors and townspeople believe that he is a woman without question. The opposite could be true, unless someone notices a slight, small and slight inconsistency.”
“Hokage-Sama.”
“You’ve made it this long because no one expects it but if any Shinobi here actually cared to take a second look they’d all know right away. Did you think being in a village of highly skilled Shinobi your secret was safe?”
“I relied heavily on the basic idea of psychology.” Iruka didn’t blink. “And it has worked in my favor for the most part. Pardon my asking but when was it did you notice?”
“I didn’t.” Tsunade smirked as her gaze dropped back to her paperwork. “Only a handful of people are capable of having access to these files and since most just want to check off another D-Rank, no one looks.” She then looked back at him her smirk gone. “And I relied on the second basic of psychology. Hint the right way at a secret and the guilty crumble.” Silence passed. “May I-” Iruka’s eyes widened briefly before looking to the floor sadly. A brief flare in chakra and the disguise gone.
The male square jaw softened, height shrunk an inch. His lips grew somewhat fuller, her eyes set to a more almond shape. Flat broad planes of a male chest shrunk to the curves of breasts barely noticeable because of the Chuunin vest that now was a bit too large for the petit woman’s frame. She had a small waist, decent sized hips that proportioned to her breasts. Feet became a bit smaller and this woman had some shapely legs.
A typical petite, hour glass shaped lady. She was hot and perfect for the task at hand.
“You need me to seduce this murderer?” The look of disgust was obvious in her eyes.
“No, I need you to become his apprentice.” Tsunade looked at hi-her.
“I’m not much of a seducer.” Iruka admitted relieved.
“I know. You don’t socialize well.” Tsunade closed the folder. “But that works out well because this man is sharp. The village he torments didn’t want to try and raise the funds needed to hire one of our Shinobi so they’d been hiring others who fit the bill of his attraction.”
“You said I wouldn’t have to seduce.”
“Your looks alone would most likely gain attention. Fortunately he’s consistent on that part. The fact that you are a Shinobi looking for a good time will add to your appeal. But it will make him trust you less. The others took the civilian route. A civilian with a bit too much knowledge would make anyone suspicious…”
“I see…” Iruka looked on.
“Create an alliance, but be careful. That last one was from the Sand. She failed in the fact that his appeal was enticing. She gave up her own cover, caught up in her own emotions. Trust was shattered immediately.”
“An A-rank mission.” Iruka concluded.
“You will leave immediately; your classes will be covered appropriately as we aren’t positive how long it will take you.” Tsunade nodded.
“Hai!”
“I’ll send someone over with a thorough briefing for you.”
“Hai.”
“You’re dismissed.” Tsunade spoke and Iruka brought her hands up and quickly she became a he again, then she left.
“Do you think she can do it?” Shizune sighed.
“Iruka is reliable if nothing else. Like Naruto who is still a Genin, her skill surpasses that of a Chuunin.”
“Oh.”
*_* ^_^ >_<
“I-I can’t.” Noriko looked away from Kakashi returning to dusting the mason jars full of pickled fruits and vegetables of all sorts, basically anything that wouldn’t fall apart in the brine.
“Noriko, why are you resisting.” Kakashi leaned against the shelf a lazy eye watching her carefully. Her voice was shaky and her body language was mixed, fighting in her mind about whether to give into him or not, but that was their game. She plays innocent “no, no, no” And he says “yes, yes, yes” And then she goes “yes, yes, yes.”
Noriko all in all was a good girl. On paper she was the marrying type, she was kind and had a good reputation but she was absolutely helpless without point by point instruction. If she bore children the baby would cry and so would she because she wouldn’t know what causes the child’s tears to start with.
“Kakashi, since our talk- oh! Hello.” She flushed as she whirled around and bumped into him her large breasts acting as a bumper and she bounced back slightly.
“Noriko, is this a ritual we much complete every time we meet?” He grabbed her waist pulling her flush against him.
“Kakashi, please.” She whimpered as the sun began to set and his hands crept slowly to her bottom and squeezed.
“Noriko, you know what we make is amazing.” He leaned in to whisper in her ear and she started to quiver in that way he loved. She weakened.
“We shouldn’t. I told myself I’d be-”
Ring! Ring!
“Hello?” The little bell on the door of the store rang. “Noriko-San?”
“Iruka-San!” She pushed away from Kakashi all too quickly and excitement rang in her voice as she rushed to the front of the store as if nothing had occurred way in the back.
Iruka…
“Oh! I’m glad I made it before you closed.” Both eyes traveled to the large clock on the wall.
“Cutting it close!” Noriko wagged her finger at the male and he just blushed rubbing his head. “Three minutes more.”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry.” He brought his hands up together in an apologetic pose.
“But I knew you were coming. Like clockwork always at the end of the month you come and get your pickled vegetables.”
“Yeah I don’t know what it is but I always get a major craving for it at the end of each month.” Iruka just laughed rubbing the back of his head.
“When are you going to take me out to dinner, Iruka-San?” Noriko went behind the counter and pulled up the stash she kept below, ready for Iruka.
“Urk!” Iruka looked at the somewhat busty woman.
“Oh don’t be like that. You’re a good man; I’m a good woman, as I’ve been told. You don’t socialize so I’m sure you’re single.”
“What about that Copy-Nin? I’ve seen you with him, why not date him seriously?” Iruka smiled nervously.
“You won’t get away that easily this time.” Noriko laughed nervously looking to see if Kakashi had shown himself. “Kakashi isn’t interested in serious relationships I told you that last time.” Iruka smiled.
“I’m really not your type. Err… I’m not good enough for a woman of your caliber.” Iruka smiled nervously and gave her the money.
“Take me out next week.” Noriko smiled at Iruka leaning forward her breasts resting on the counter.
“Err… I have a long term mission coming I can’t.”
“Oh.”
“I’ve got to go now. Bye Noriko-San.” And with that Iruka ran out of the store muttering something about damn cravings, and why couldn’t he love chocolate like anyone else.
“You’re wasting your time and energy with that one?” Kakashi came to the front of the store not happy with that just transpired in front of him.
“He’s a good man, Kakashi.” Noriko looked at him in the eye. “He’s got a good family man personality. He loves kids and not just during work hours he goes out of his way for them, to train then, teach them and bring them up as well as he could being that he’s not their parent!” This was a new Noriko. “You’re good to my body Kakashi, very good to it, it’s why I weaken for you, but I still stand on my wants. I want to be a bride and have a family and if you don’t want to commit to me that’s fine. But if you do then you absolutely, positively have to stop seeing Itsuko, Kaila, Aya, and any other women I didn’t mind sharing you with when it was just sex!”
“Noriko-”
“We women don’t always work like men! It’s not that easy to separate sex and romance. You make the mouth on the face pout it affects the other mouth. I can make the mouth on the face pout and the other guy is still ready to play!”
“I see.” His gaze slid to the door.
“You and Noriko have had this talk before!” Obito side exasperated. “Don’t go irrationally blaming that guy for this!”
*_* ^_^ >_<
Good looking and talented. That was all he needed to coast through life. Women would come to him soaking wet waiting for him. Was he still living in his younger days when it was easier to just fool around with a girl and not care if he broke her heart? Nah, He could probably get a couple more years until the one who makes him want to tie an anchor to her comes along. If only he could get do something about the damn Dolphin, who just spoils his playtime.
“Maybe life is telling you to stop playing and be serious with someone? Settle down!”
“Obito, you’re killing me” He sat on his bed staring at the floor blankly.
“Just saying if the one you hate keeps foiling your plans; maybe the universe is trying to tell you something.”
“Shut up, Obito.” He flopped back on his bed and looked up at the ceiling.
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