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Dead, Dead Eyes	By : glow-in-the-dark Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 2215 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Dead, Dead Eyes
- 2-Hip Scars
- 1
- 2
A/N: I’m sorry if I kept you waiting with this chapter upload, a lot had been happening in my life at this current point in time and my brain, whilst full of ideas, won’t let me express them in words. So if the writing seems off in this, I apologize, I tried my best, lol.
I forgot how later was spelt, was it later or latter? Thank the heaven’s that I bought a pocket dictionary, lol. One of my guy friends went through that dictionary and highlighted words like penis, vagina, orgy, scrotum… things like that. XD

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Coco – Sorry, you still don’t know! But you are more than welcome to take a guess haha.

Sris – Haha, of course. Playing with sharp objects is never a good thing lol. You and me both sis, lol. I kind of have ideas about what Kakashi did to Iruka, but right now they are just a bit too dark and I need to soften them up a tad lmao. Yeah, I don’t think I writ that part very clearly. He doesn’t cry early on, tears just spill from his eyes in silence. You know, like when you try not to cry but the bloody tears just keep on forming. And Iruka makes him sit in front on that mirror every time they get together. Kakashi didn’t cry at first, but the more and more Iruka tortures him the easier the tears and full out balling come too. But I’ll get to all that in much much later chapters. I just wanted to give like a prequel that happened in the future then go back to the past and explain things from there. It’s weird and confusing, but that’s the only way I knew how to write this little ficcy.
Iruka is happy about Kakashi cutting open all his old scars because he was the one who placed them there in the first place, and now Kakashi is going over all of them so that they never disappear. And Kakashi loves that Iruka loves that and their whole relationship is just twisted and fucked by this point. You’ll just have to keep reading to find out how it got so twisted in the first place MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Yeah, I bloody hate it when people write Kakashi like an all knowing sex god and so cocky and dominant that you just go wtf? The guy is lecherous and dead sexy, don’t get me wrong, but he also has a past that stops him from being so self absorbent and he is either away with the fairies or alive simply to protect the people he cares about.
And I hate it even more when people write Iruka like some prissy little uke shit who is just so innocent and useless and god fucking dammit the teacher has a nearly permanent forehead vein from little shitty students and when confronted with Naruto’s sexy no jutsu bloody nose bleed all over the show. The guys a closet pervert and isn’t useless at all. GAH!
Don’t worry, I won’t abandon this little ficcy here, love it too much, updates will just be a bit spaced due to wonderful life getting in my way lol.

ONWARDS!

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“You hear that, Canine?”

“Yeah, I hear it.”

Two ANBU shinobi stopped their leaping through the tree tops to better listen. The smaller of the two scented the air discreetly; smelling blood, tears, and the tang of chakra.

“It could be hostile.” Canine stated. “We can either check it out now or report it to the Hokage for further investigation.”

“Let’s check it out. We aren’t due back ‘til tomorrow anyway thanks to you.”

“Anything to get you back home to your family quicker, Dove.”

Dove smiled under her mask at Canine and began silently moving through the tree tops towards the unknown ninja in the middle of the forest just outside of Konoha. Canine was hot on her heels, jumping ahead of her into a small clearing, kunai at the ready.

A boy in his early teens sat cross legged in the centre of the clearing. He had been previously crying if the swollen red eyes and tear tracks were anything to go by. And by the looks of things he was trying to heal a wound on his face.

Dove’s body took on a stance of attack, Canine raising a hand to halt her. “I know him.”

The sound of another’s voice startled the boy into lifting his head, a look of horror on his face at the sight of two ANBU shinobi standing at the edge of a clearing staring at him.

“His name is Umino Iruka. He’s from Konoha and is currently a genin awaiting to do his chunin exams in the next month. He is of no threat to us.”

“How do you know my name?” Iruka started to back away from the two ANBU as the one with a mask that looked like a dog spoke again.

“I will see to him medically. You go report back to the Hokage and tell him that I’ll see him in the morning.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Without another word Dove disappeared into the tree tops towards Konoha’ main gates. Canine Looked down at the terrified boy and smiled beneath his ANBU mask. “What happened to your nose?”

Blood had dried all around Iruka’s nose and cheeks and was still weeping profusely in a few places towards the bridge of his nose. “How do you know me?”

“We have met before. We occasionally cross paths and exchange pleasantries.” Canine responded. “I mean no harm to you.”

“How do I know if I can trust you?” Brown eyes stared into the carved out holes of the ANBU mask, Iruka knowing enough about the elite ninja squad to not aggravate the deadly man.

“I give you my word that I will not harm you. And I always keep my word.” Canine waited for Iruka to nod before walking closer to the brunette. “May I attempt to heal your nose?”

“I’ve tried my best to heal it, but I can’t concentrate my chakra very well medically.” Iruka went cross eyed as he tried to examine the long cut across his nose.

Canine sat in front of the boy and ran the pad of his thumb delicately over the fresh wound. “My healing abilities are not the best, but they will close the wound. May I ask how you acquired such a gash?”

A small tint spread over Iruka’s cheeks as he spared a glance at a freshly sharpened kunai. “I set up a bunch of traps to release Kunai for me to dodge. I avoided the wooden ones just fine but forgot to take into account that the metal kunai’s fly through the air faster.”

“A deadly mistake, it would seem.” Canine gathered healing chakra in his fingertips and placed then on the open cut, slowly letting his chakra stitch Iruka’s flesh back together.

“Do I really know you?” Iruka fisted his hands in the grass beneath him, trying to focus on anything but the awkward and painful feeling on repairing flesh.

“Yes.”

“What’s your name?”

“I cannot tell you right now, sorry.”

“Hmm…” Iruka looked at what little could be seen through this boys ANBU uniform. Pale skin, about his height, and silver hair that stuck up funny. “You’re that Hatake kid, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? You either are or you aren’t.”

“What makes you think I am this ‘Hatake’ person?”

“The hair really gave it away. I only personally know one person with grey hair who is still a kid.”

“It’s silver, not grey.”

Iruka smirked a bit at the reaction that he got. “I don’t know, it looks grey from where I am sitting.”

“Then you are sitting wrongly.” Canine was just finishing up with his healing. The gash was closed and he was doing his best to try and make the scar that remained as even as possible. “I’ve closed the wound, but you are going to want to go to hospital and see if the medic nin’s there can do something about the scar.”

“Thanks.” Iruka looked back up into the holes of the ANBU mask where the Hatake kid’s eyes would be and smiled warmly. “Nicest ANBU I have ever met.”

“You meet ANBU regularly?”

“Well, no. But I thought that if I ever met one it wouldn’t be on such… pleasant terms.”

“You were planning on doing something that would have ANBU sent after you?”

“NO! Of course not! But, you never know. I could go all nuts like Uchiha Itachi did and wipe out a whole clan, and then I’m sure I’d be meeting ANBU after that.”

Canine stood, his demeanour instantly cold towards Iruka. “I have healed your cut, I’m going to go now.”

Iruka screwed his brow up in confusion. Was it something he said? “Um, ok. Thanks a lot for… And he’s gone.” In the blink of an eye the young ANBU had gone and left him alone in the middle of the clearing. “Hope he didn’t go through where I set all the traps up.” Iruka stood up and gathered his things, the new scar across his face awfully itchy. “Even if he did he’s in ANBU so he’d get through them just fine.” As if on cue Iruka heard a cry of surprise and pain come from a direction where he had set up the most difficult of traps. “Hatake?” Iruka yelled out into the forest, hoping that maybe it was just a possum that had got caught in his trap.

“Fuck!” Canine yelled back.

“Hatake!” Iruka grabbed his bag and ran into the forest, recalling where all his traps where so he could safely get to Hatake. He spotted silver hair and a white flak jacket and sprinted towards the young ANBU. “Hatake, are you alright?”

“Yes.” Canine gritted out between his teeth. His hand was clutched tightly over his hip, blood oozing out between his finger tips to stain his pale skin red.

“How bad is it?” Iruka asked, kneeling down beside the victim of his traps.

“Just sliced me deep; didn’t hit anything major so I should be able to heal it just fine.” Canine sat there breathing harshly through his nose as his hand remained unmoving, no chakra emitting from it.

“Um… why aren’t you healing it?” Iruka asked, honestly confused.

“Not a lot of people can hit me, so I’m just analysing what I did wrong to get hit. It was because I was angry and wasn’t thinking about my surroundings that I was hit.”

Iruka looked around at where they were and recalled all the trip wires and kunai that he had set up. “Ah, not that you’re wrong or anything, but the kunai that hit you was set up so it wouldn’t miss. It hitting you had nothing to do with whether or not you were angry. Although, it was meant to hit you square in the gut, so you dodged it really well if it got your hip.”

“I think I can avoid traps set up by a genin just fine, thank you. I was hit because I was angry at you mentioning Uchiha Itachi in such a bad form.” Canine settled his frowning face onto Iruka, hoping the kid could sense the bloody tone and drop all accusations about him being a slow ANBU.

“No, seriously, the kunai you were hit with could not be avoided. I set it up with ten trip wires that pin point the person’s location before releasing nine kunai each spaced 30cm apart and above from each other. Once you activated the ninth trip wire I had set up a system that would charge the kunai up with chakra so that when you hit the tenth and final trip wire the kunai would be released at such a fast pace that they would be literally, unmissable.”

“Unmissable isn’t a word and why the fuck would you set up such a trap if you yourself were planning on setting it off?”

“I was going to send a clone to set it off so I could see just how effective it was. And by the looks of things, it’s pretty effective if I managed to nick an ANBU. I’ll have to add another row of kunai by the looks of things if I really want to do serious harm…”

“Please,” Canine interrupted Iruka, impatience in his voice. “Please just be quite until I heal this.” Iruka nodded his head as he watched Canine slowly remove his fingers to reveal blood stained cloth. Canine peered down at his wound and ‘tsk’ed in disapproval. “Hit by a bloody genin’s trap.”

Iruka was going to correct Hatake again about it being an unmissable trap, but closed his mouth when he thought about the repercussions.

Medical chakra flowed from Canine's fingers as he placed them about the long cut on his hip and began to reconnect his torn flesh. “Do me a favour, kid.”

“You’re a kid too, you know. I actually think I might be a bit older than you.” Canine fixed him with a glare and a blush spread over Iruka’s cheeks. “What kind of favour?”

“Don’t ever make this trap again until you at least get to a chunin rank.”

“Why!? It’s a good trap!”

“It’s too good, Umino-kun.” Canine finished healing his wound, a fresh pink scar the only thing reminding him of encounter with a pre-genin trap. “Should one of your comrade’s accidentally set off this trap they could be seriously injured. Not everyone has the reflexes of a young ANBU, you could cause great harm to somebody you care about and not be able to do anything to help them. You’ll put my mind at ease if you don’t use this trap again until your rank suggests that you can handle the consequences.”

“Yes, Hatake-san.” Iruka dropped his head like he always did when his teachers would scold him for his pranks. “You sound too grown up for a 14 year old.”

“I’m not Hatake-san.”

“Sure you aren’t.” Iruka winked at Canine as he stood up. “Well, I have to go disable all my traps then I’ll go to the hospital. I’m sorry my trap hit you and I hope you don’t… and he’s gone. Again.” Iruka looked around the surrounding forest but couldn’t see Hatake anywhere. “Weird kid.”

A wide tree behind Iruka held eight of the nine kunai that had been in the trap which had nicked the young ANBU. No matter where he looked he couldn’t find the ninth kunai. “It should be here somewhere…” Seeing as the trap had used his chakra to send the kunai flying faster, each kunai had a small chakra imprint on them. But that ninth kunai just wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Whatever, nobody comes out here anyway.” Giving up on trying to find the missing kunai, Iruka went about and undid all the traps he had preciously set up, occasionally rubbing his fresh scar when the newly healed flesh would itch.

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Canine slipped through the open window of his small apartment and placed his hand on a scroll right next to the window frame. Pumping a bit of his chakra into the scroll disabled all the traps he had set up to stop intruders from entering his home. Not that he had anything worthy of stealing, but he didn’t like the thought of strangers rummaging through his stuff.

Opening the top draw of a large and lone stained cherry cabinet, Canine took off his mask and placed it delicately inside the draw along with his weapon holders, closing it just as carefully.

His shoes were the next thing to come of, the black sandals perfectly inline with his blue sandals, right next to the cherry cabinet.

ANBU vest, black tank top, mask, leg wrappings, pants, underwear; everything came off and went into a basket just outside of his bathroom. He would have to mend his pants later.

Walking into his bathroom, Hatake Kakashi turned his shower onto warm and waited for the water to warm up. He glanced over at the mirror and frowned at his reflection. Kakashi looked like his father so much, even at the age of 14. Sorrow coursed through him at the sight of his closed, scarred left eye. He would have to paint that mirror black on his next day off.

Steam rose out over the top of the shower signalling that the water had finally warmed up enough to comfortably bath in. Kakashi slowly eased his way under the spray. He hated hot water. Truly hated it. It made him feel claustrophobic and uncomfortable. The only time he tolerated hot water was when he was in an onsen. Something about the minerals in the water calmed his body down enough for him to not feel like he was in an oven.

In his hand was the kunai that had nicked his hip. Hanging it on a little hook usually meant to hold body scrubbers, Kakashi looked at the ordinary kunai with a blank stare.

Grabbing standard shinobi body wash, Kakashi scrubbed the past three days of intense ANBU work away down the drain, pretending that the bloody memories flowed down the drain as well. He had gotten good at pretending things were moderately ok over the past year. Throwing himself in the ANBU had been one of the best and toughest decisions he had ever made. “Fuck.” Kakashi opened both his eyes to focus on the fresh scar that he had just accidentally scrubbed, his healing skills proving that he had a long way to go before he could heal a simple cut properly. “Umino Iruka…” Kakashi let his thumb rub back and forth over the new scar, his sharingan bringing up random memory snippets of the olive skinned man. He looked back up to the hanging kunai, thumb stilling, “Umino Iruka…”

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Iruka sneezed as he sat on a medical bed in a small hospital room. Rubbing his nose to clear the after-sneeze-fuzzies, the young teen cringed and pulled a face, stretching his jaw down and out to make the skin across his nose taught.

“Umino-san, how can I help you?” A nurse asked. She was rather plain in appearance, her skin neither pale or tanned, hair a dark brown, and eyes that looked black. She had bags under her eyes that were covered in make up to try and hide how tired she really was from all the double shifts; the perks of working in a shinobi village.

“I cut my nose training and my friend managed to heal it up a bit. I was wondering if you could heal it a bit more? Maybe reduce the scar a bit?” Iruka smiled at the nurse and was delighted to see that when she returned the smile her appearance became stunning. People definitely looked better with smiles on their faces.

“Let me take a look.” The nurse lit two fingers up with medical chakra and ran them across the length of Iruka’s scar. “Hmm, I can repair some of the still damaged tissue but I can’t do anything about the scar sorry. Your friend doesn’t appear to be very good with healing chakra. They got the mix of spiritual and physical out of proportion and now their chakra is embedded in you facial tissue.”

“Don’t suppose there’s a way to get rid of that chakra?”

“Not that I’m aware of. I’m going to guess that your friend is a very advanced ninja.”

“How do you figure?”

“We see scars like this all the time from ninja who come back from missions where they had to do a quick patch job to stop the blood flow.”

“Suppose that makes sense.” Iruka let the nurse heal what she could and was pleasantly surprised at how smoothly she was able to heal him. Hatake’s healing had been slow and Iruka had felt every muscle fibre reconnect, whereas the nurse used her chakra to numb the fibre cords a bit before repairing them.

“Well, that’s all I can do.” She handed Iruka a small hand mirror to see the after works of her healing. They scar had gone from looking pink and freshly healed to being a few shades darker than his skin. He rubbed his fingers over it and was happy to find that it didn’t hurt at all. “I don’t think it will ever fade beyond that because of your friend’s chakra, but lucky for you women find scars like that sexy.”

Iruka blushed furiously and didn’t know where to look.

The nurse found this extremely amusing and took the mirror back from Iruka as he stood up to leave. “You’ll see what I mean when you’re older.”

Iruka left the hospital as quickly as he could and sneezed again the moment he stepped outside. “Who the hell is talking about me!?”

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“Hatake.”

“Hatake!”

“I know you can hear me, Hatake!”

“Bastard!” Iruka dodged through the moderately busy crowd and caught Kakashi's wrist, stopping the man from proceeding any further. “Why didn’t you answer me?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. You see, I was following this black cat and making sure nobody stepped into its path. I didn’t want any of these people to have any bad luck.”

“…” Iruka looked dumbfounded at hearing one of the lamest excuses ever. “Sure you were…”

“What did you want me for?” Kakashi smiled as he wondered why he didn’t want to break Iruka’s arm for still holding onto his wrist.

“Huh? That’s right! I wanted to tell you that I passed my exams. I’m officially a chunin!” Iruka beamed at Kakashi, the smile so bloody massive the young ANBU could see all the kid’s molars and quite possibly some inflamed gum were wisdom teeth were growing.

“Congratulations! What are you doing to celebrate?”

“Oh, I, ah… wasn't planning on doing anything.” Iruka rubbed the side of his index finger over the scar on his nose, a seemingly new found nervous gesture.

Kakashi liked it. It made the boy look… cute.

“Well we can’t have that. I’ve still got some shopping to do, but after that I’ll come round to your place with take out and sake and we can celebrate you officially becoming a ranked ninja.”

“Sounds goo… wait. Did you say sake?”

“I did indeed.”

“But we’re only fourteen.”

“Your point being?”

“It’s illegal for starters, and how do you plan on buying it?”

“I have a lot of friends who drink heavily and are easy to borrow from.”

“You mean steal.”

“I’ll pay them back when I can legally buy alcohol.”

“Your plan sounds holed.”

“Not the point. I’ll see you later on.”

“Wait I…” Kakashi disappeared in a puff of smoke, Iruka left alone in the middle of a busy crowd of shoppers. “Bastard!”

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“Yo.”

“GAH!” Iruka fell backwards in surprise from where he was sitting under his kotatsu, his folded legs kicking the table up in the process.

Kakashi quickly leapt forward from his position on the window sill to catch the table from fully flipping and carefully placed it back down on four legs as Iruka recovered form his mini heart attack.

“Not cool, Hatake!” Iruka clutched at his chest, his heart still recovering from the shock.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Kakashi placed two plastic bags down on top of kotatsu table and moved to sit just left of where Iruka had been previously sitting.

“What’s wrong with knocking on the door?” The brunette perked up a bit at the smell of his dinner and sat back under the kotatsu, his shinobi senses still on high alert from the fright.

“I’ve never really been a door guy…”

“The window wasn’t even open.”

“You really need to invest in some locks.” Pale hands dove into one of the plastic bags to pull out two takeout bowls. Kakashi placed one in front of himself and the other in front of Iruka. “I didn’t know what you would like so I got their best seller, miso pork ramen.”

“Where did you get it from?”

“This little ramen shop called ‘Ichiraku’s’.”

“I’ve been there before. It’s surprisingly good for such a small shop.”

“All family recipes passed down and perfected through the ages.”

“Really?”

“No idea. Just made that up.”

Iruka kicked Kakashi under the table. “You shouldn’t lie so much.”

“Why not? The lies I tell are small and add a bit of spice to whatever I’m saying at the time.”

“Lying is bad, therefore you shouldn’t do it so much.”

“Killing is bad too, but according to my job description it’s good when it benefits Konoha or people’s safety.”

Iruka raised his eyebrows at that. “Now you’re just comparing apples and oranges.”

“When discussing things like ‘good’ and ‘bad’ one must always consider the context of those two words. Saying things like ‘lying is bad’ is stupid because everybody lies. Parents tell their children to be good or else Santa won’t give them presents in the hopes that their children will behave. When somebody scuffs their knee in front of somebody they admire or like they pretend that the wound doesn’t hurt so much to appear strong and resilient. Kage tell the ninja under their jurisdiction that it’s ok to kill in the name of the village. So one must not throw the word ‘bad’ or ‘good’ around so lightly.” Kakashi promptly cracked his chopsticks apart and rubbed them together to soften the edges of the flimsy wood. “Itadakimasu.”

“…” Iruka was at a loss for words. “You speak like an adult far too much for a fourteen year old.” Not wanting to waste the ramen and let it go soggy, Iruka joined Kakashi in eating by cracking his chopsticks apart as well. “Itadakimasu.”

“I get told that a lot.” Kakashi’s expression was neutral as turned away from Iruka so he could pull down his mask and stuff his cheeks full of ramen, removing sake bottles and cups from the second plastic bag as he chewed his noodles.

“It’s not entirely a bad thing, just very uncommon.” Focusing in on Hatake, Iruka took in the young ANBU’s appearance. He was wearing a sleeveless vest that clung to the adolescents’ body, showing off defined muscles from years of vigorous training. It didn’t really look right on a fourteen year olds body, all that muscle. It’s not like the guy was bulky or anything, just that the hard lines of muscle stood out too pronounced in his opinion. Hatake had standard shinobi pants on that ended mid calf. The colour of both items were a deep navy blue, matching his mask that he kept pulling up and down to eat, never showing Iruka his face entirely.

“Being a high ranking ninja requires a certain level of maturity.”

“I suppose so. Just try not to grow up too fast, aye?”

“I’ll act my age when you make jounin.” Kakashi smiled at Iruka as he poured them a cup of sake each. “Now I borrowed this from Anko-chan, so it might be a bit strong.”

“Is the sake even necessary? The ramen is already really good.”

“You say that now, but just wait until you’re drunk, then you’ll be begging for more of this stuff.”

“Ok… but if I throw up you’re holding my hair back and taking care of me.”

“…”

“I’m serious, Hatake.”

“On that note, take one of these now.” Kakashi dug into his pants pocket and pulled out a small metal tin. “These were also with Anko-chan’s sake. The green ones are for before you start drinking to stop you from throwing up and the red ones are for in the morning.”

“What’s going to happen to me in the morning?”

“Nothing if you take the red pill the moment you wake up.”

“… Oh, what the hell. I’m officially a chunin today, so Kanpai!” Iruka took one of the green pills out of the metal tin and chucked it into his mouth, using the sake to wash it down.

“Kanpai!” Kakashi agreed and took the other green pill, swallowing it down like Iruka with sake.

“Oh shit that’s strong.” Iruka choked on his breath as he tried to revive his taste buds from their alcoholic death.

“How does Anko function on this stuff?” Kakashi pulled a face, using some of the ramen to get rid of the strong sake taste in his mouth.

Iruka copied the young ANBU, talking with a mouth full of food. “Wihhh sskhill.”

“Iht’s aweffhull.”

“Tfhhe worsfht.”

“Wanht unotffher?”

Iruka swallowed his noodles. “Hell yeah.”

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Countless sake shots later had the two fourteen year old boys laughing at things that weren’t funny as they indulged in a series of tales about all the pranks that Iruka had pulled in the past.

“Sho you know that old gag whhere you place a tack on your teachersss chair and wait for them to sssit on it?” Iruka’s smile was so wide and held a good set of white teeth. It had Kakashi distracted in more ways than one. Thoughts of licking those pearly whites flittered through his mind.

“I am aware of it, yessh”

“Well I ssspiced it up a bit, you sssee. I ussshed a genjutshu to hide the tack ssso the teachherrr couldn’t see it, then when he sssat down an exploshion of tacksss hit him right in the butt! Clever, aye?”

“What teachherrr did you get?”

“Ibiki-sssennssei.”

Had Kakashi been drinking something it would have been spit out in disbelief. “How the hell did you pull thhat offfff?”

“Eazy. But I ain’t tellin’ yoou.”

“Why not?”

“‘Causse you’re in ANBU so you shhould be able tto figure it outtt yourshelf.”

“You’re sho mean, Eru-ka.”

“Whattsss your furrst name?”

“You’re offishially a ninja, sho you can figure it out.”

“Who’s mean now?”

“Still you.”

“But sherioussly, whattss your firsst name? I don’t wanna keep callin’ you Hatake for the resht of my life.”

“You plan on knowin’ me for the resht of your life?”

“Yeah… Why? Aren’t you goin’ to know me for the resht of your life?”

“I… I hadn’t thhought of it.”

“Why not?”

“As a ninja, I live in the mmomment. I don’t really tthhink about tthhings like ‘tomorrow’, ‘nexxt week’ and the ‘resht of my life’.”

“Well what do you want to be whenn you grow up?”

“Alive.”

Iruka kicked Kakashi under the table. “Obviously, idiot. What do you want to do when you’re an adult?”

“I don’t know. What do you want to be?”

“I want to be married with two children.”

“What fourteen year old in their right mind thinks about being married with children? You’re shtill a child yourself!”

“Well at least I know what I want to happen in the future.”

“Ok, then how about this? I want to still be friends with you when I’m older…”

“Naw, that’s really sweet, Hatake.”

“And chase away all your girlfriends with my dasshhing looks.”

“Hatake!” Iruka leapt out at Kakashi, tackling the silver haired boy to the ground. “I was wrong, you’re not sweet at all!”

Kakashi laughed at the new chunin on top of him thinking that he had the upper hand over an ANBU. With a tense of his muscles Kakashi easily flipped their positions and pinned Iruka to the floor by sitting on his waist.

“I bet you’re not even that handsome. That’s why you cover up your face, isn’t it, ‘cause you’re so ugly.” Using both of his hands Iruka pulled Kakashi’s mask down, letting go of it once it cleared his pale chin. “Oh my.”

“Still think I’m ugly?” Kakashi smirked down at Iruka and boxed the teen in, forearms either side of Iruka’s head, face mere inches apart. “I’m even less ugly up close.”

“.... What’s your first name?”

“Kakashi.”

“Hatake Kakashi. It sounds so harsh. And what person calls their son ‘scarecrow’?”

“What person calls their son ‘dolphin’? It’s just setting the kid up to be gay and chasing rainbows.”

Iruka hit Kakashi in the ribs. “I’m not gay and I don’t chase rainbows!”

“Have you ever been with another guy?”

“No! Of course not!”

“Then how do you know that you’re not gay?”

“… Because.”

“‘Because’ isn’t an answer. Kiss me.”

“What!? No!”

“You’ll like it, I promise.”

“I’m not letting my first kiss go to a guy!”

“You’ve never kissed before?”

“I’m saving it for my first love.”

Kakashi smiled sweetly, although the glint in his eyes was a tad on the devious side. “Then consider this practise.”

“Practise?”

“Yup, practise. You don’t want your first proper kiss with a girl to be bad, do you?”

“… No.”

“If you practise kissing with me then you won’t embarrass yourself with your first love.”

“… And kissing you won’t count as my first kiss?”

“It won’t.”

“… Alright then. But I’m only practising with you so I won’t be bad when I really have my first kiss.”

“Uh-huh.” Kakashi slowly closed the gap between them and gently pressed his lips to Iruka’s. “So how was your first ‘practise’ kiss?”

“That was it? In the movies they always look so passionate and…” Iruka wasn’t allowed to finish his sentence, Kakashi’s lips stealing the words away from him. Kakashi kissed Iruka firmly, pulling back but only so he could bite, nip and lick Iruka’s slowly bruising lips. Iruka opened his mouth, somehow knowing that this was what Kakashi was silently asking for.

Seizing the opportunity Kakashi devoured Iruka, his tongue meeting Iruka’s in a timid exploration of firsts. Iruka shuddered and moaned, fingers clawing Kakashi’s tight sleeveless top finding purchase along the young ANBU’s ribs. Kakashi eased out of the kiss, mouthing his way along a not yet defined jaw to lick at an olive pulse point. “That like your movies?”

Iruka couldn’t say anything even if he wanted to. Instead he shuddered violently, the vibrations making the silver haired boy purr.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” A pale hand slid down over Iruka’s plain creamy tee and settled over the kid’s crotch.

“Ah!” Iruka pushed Kakashi away, scooting as far back as he could. “Absolutely not! Practising kissing is one thing, but we are not doing anything else!”

Kakashi smiled wryly, licking his lips as he fixed Iruka with a narrow eyed look. “I see.” When Iruka did nothing but stay silent, his chest heaving as he replayed everything that had just happened in his mind over and over again, Kakashi poured himself another sake and swallowed it in one go. “My apartment is on the other side of the village, and seeing as I’m drunk and can’t perform jutsu’s properly, would it be alright if I crashed at yours tonight?”

“…” Iruka wasn’t a mean kid. Sure, he pulled lots of pranks when he was younger, but he had grown up a bit since those days, and he wasn’t going to kick Kakashi out even though he knew the ANBU would be just fine getting to his own apartment in one piece. “I guess it’s alright. But I only have one futon.” Oh he was going to regret this big time.

“Thanks, Iruka.” Kakashi smiled his sweetest smile.

There was something horribly unnerving about that smile. And Iruka didn’t like it one bit. “If you pull anything funny whilst I’m asleep, or awake for that matter, then I’m kicking you out drunk or not.”

For a brand new genin the kid was smart, Kakashi would give him that. “I promise I won’t ‘pull anything funny’, Iruka-chan.” Kakashi just laughed when a pillow was thrown at him.

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A/N: Ooooooo, Kakashi just tricked Iruka out of his first kiss~~~~. Naughty scarecrow.
So things started out innocently, what will happen next that will destroy Iruka? You know about as much as I do lol.

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