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Off-kilter	By : SumiHatake Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 2102 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto, any of it’s characters, the world, or anything specifically created by Kishimoto. I also didn’t make a penny on this; it’s purely a fanmade piece that I wrote for enjoyment.

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Chapter 2
Iruka looked the reports over, checking for Kakashi’s signature among them. He’d been scheduled to return three days ago and the sun was already starting to set so Iruka couldn’t hang around the mission room much longer. He excused himself to Iwashi, who was manning the desk, and headed out. The promise he’d made a week ago had almost seemed silly the next morning, now Iruka wasn’t so sure. Kakashi was late a lot though so it wasn’t entirely unexpected and he felt foolish worrying the way he was. Still...
He kept to the main roads, not even short-cutting it across the rooftops the way he would normally, and headed for his apartment. There were leftovers in the fridge from his lunch so he didn’t even need to take a detour for that.
Iruka stopped and scanned the shadows that he normally relied on with suspicion. It was ridiculous, he knew it was ridiculous, and when Kakashi got back he fully intended to tell him exactly how stupid the whole thing was. Whatever it was. He really wished now that he’d gotten something more concrete from Kakashi. More importantly he wished Kakashi hadn’t chosen to late after acting so strangely.
“Get back soon, you idiot,” Iruka muttered to the darkness.
A shadow flashed across the rooftops and then dropped down in front of him. “Hello, Iruka-sensei.”
Iruka barely managed not to jump in surprise. Normally, it wouldn’t have garnered a response in him at all except that it was almost as though his words had summoned Kakashi to him. He looked Kakashi over and surprisingly there didn’t seem to be anything amiss. There wasn’t a scratch on him from what Iruka could see. It was irritating after everything. “You’re late.”
“Mah, I didn’t have a choice. I got stuck in a downpour that wouldn’t let up.” Kakashi ducked his head a little and fell into step beside Iruka. “I’m starving, let’s grab dinner.”
“Alright.” Iruka sighed, getting stuck in the rain was never pleasant. He’d scold Kakashi later about the ridiculous paranoia he’d caused.
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He was over halfway done with his lesson plan when Kakashi finally poked his head through the door. The only surprise there was that he was only halfway done. “You’re late.”
“Mah, I’m sorry Iruka-sensei.” Kakashi scratched the back of his head and slouched in the doorway. “I lost track of the time training.”
Iruka furrowed his brow, confused. “What did you hit your head while you were away or did you just finally run out of clever excuses?”
“It’s a challenge with Gai,” Kakashi laughed. “We’re seeing who can go the longest. Me without using an excuse or him without saying youth.”
“Well that won’t last long.” Iruka shut his planner and tucked it away in his desk drawer. He could come finish it up over the weekend. Standing he gave the classroom one final glance then stepped past Kakashi and into the hall. “Do you want to get dinner before we hit The Shuriken?” Most of the chunin and jounin frequented the place, but it was more because the sake was good for the price not because the food was. If you ordered anything more complicated than rice you were taking some risks.
Kakashi nodded and closed the door behind them. “Ichiraku is on the way.”
Iruka chuckled. “I love that place, but Naruto dragged me there every day you were gone. How about some place else?”
Debating the merits of various places they stepped out of the Academy and headed in the general direction of the bar. They finally settled on a place that was a few buildings down from the bar. It was also right next to one of Konoha’s bookstores.
Iruka only realized the last fact when they passed it and then he only noticed it because they had a massive display for the Icha Icha drama that was making it’s way through Fire Country and Kakashi didn’t bat an eye. He opened his mouth to ask Kakashi if he was sick and then stopped. An uneasy feeling settled in his gut and Iruka had to grit his teeth for a second to keep his smile from dropping. Either Kakashi was playing a prank on him, in which case he was a dead man, or he wasn’t and... Iruka didn’t want to think about the what that might mean.
They ducked under the shelter of the stall and perched themselves on two empty bar stools at the end of the counter.
The man behind the counter greeted them and set a pot of tea down in front of them.
Iruka looked at Kakashi and smiled. “The vegetable tempura looks good, want to split an order?”
“Sure, it’s one of my favorites.”
“I know, that’s why I suggested it.” Kakashi hated fried foods. He’d complained very loudly when Sakura had made them both try the tempura she’d fixed for their picnic a month ago. It was all Iruka could do to keep himself from attacking the guy right then and there. ‘You better not have laid a hand on Kakashi. I won’t forgive it if you have.’
Getting in late and without a scratch wasn’t like Kakashi. He’d push to get in early, especially after the strange warning he’d given. Then there was the straightforwards explanation for his tardiness and the fact he hadn’t even looked in the direction of the bookstore and now the tempura. Iruka racked his brain for any explanations for the behavior other than what he was quickly becoming convinced was the reality. Any of the incidents he could easily have explained and he might have even excused the lack of interest in Icha Icha somehow, but all of them together meant that it was more than a coincidence.
Iruka waited only long enough for the food to cool before practically swallowing it whole. He felt like he had a target on his back and wanted to get some place with other shinobi as soon as possible. The best way to do that was to get to the bar. “We should hurry or they’ll all be drunk before we get there.”
Kakashi laughed and polished off the last few pieces then paid.
His nerves were practically on end when they stepped out onto the street. Iruka immediately began calculating escape routes and where he stood the best chance in a fight against Kakashi. Even if it wasn’t actually Kakashi he was fairly sure maintaining the henge required a high level of both chakra and skill and he still had no idea of the guy’s abilities. If he took out Kakashi... ’There’s a good chance he can take you out too.’
They walked the rest of the way to the bar and Iruka managed somehow to keep smiling and even bumped Kakashi ‘accidentally’ a few times so that it would seem like he was flirting.
Kakashi lifted the fabric and held it up for Iruka. “If Anko starts dancing on tables again you owe me a drink.”
“If she starts stripping you’re going to have to buy me more than a few to keep me from strangling Genma. He’s the one who always starts it.”
“I think he’s hoping you’ll join them sometime,” Kakashi teased.
Iruka rolled his eyes and stepped past, deliberately brushing his fingers against Kakashi’s and sending out the slightest amount of chakra. He was nearly past when Kakashi’s hand caught his and pulled him back. His stomach dropped out from under him for a moment and not in the pleasant way that it did whenever Kakashi kissed him.
Kakashi caught his gaze and held it, then leaned down to whisper in his ear. “If you do or say anything to them--” He paused, his breath hot against Iruka’s cheek.
A shiver climbed it’s way up Iruka’s spine and he had to force himself to remain still, to not back away.
“--to get them try and drag me into their little strip tease game and I’ll make sure to tell Gai how much you’d really appreciate some extra training.” Kakashi released Iruka’s hand and straightened, but his gaze didn’t drop.
Iruka bit his lip and swallowed then headed off towards the table where Genma was already doing shots with Anko. “Sorry we’re late.”
“You owe us a round.” Anko stated it very matter of factly then pulled him down onto the bench next to her. “And no arguing, that’s what you get for dating him.”
A round of drinks seemed a small price to pay for the safety being with nearly a dozen other shinobi and that was just counting his friends, not the rest of the bar. “Fine, but that means you save the strip show. The last person I want to see naked is you.”
“Iruka-kun drink with me!” She pushed a shot glass at him.
“I don’t know why I come,” Kakashi cut in, sitting down across from Iruka. “You just steal him the moment we get here.”
Anko stuck her tongue out at him then downed the shot in front of her. “You’re lucky I share him at all.”
It was the same exchange they always had and Iruka wondered how Kakashi, who couldn’t be Kakashi, knew that. When he’d brushed their hands earlier it had even felt like Kakashi’s chakra signature. It wasn’t a simple henge which meant he needed to play along until he could figure out what was going on. At least it meant that this imposter probably knew that he always took Anko home and that Raidou followed with Genma since they lived in the same building. It meant he was safe, at least for now.
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