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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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As they walk in silence down the winding hallway, Yamato let his mind drift in another direction - one which took him to a far away, better left forgotten chapter of his life.
Back when he was still a member of the Foundation, he came to know Kakashi during an unintentional joint mission; Kinoe was his code name then. On another mission where he was assigned to kill Kakashi and steal his Sharingan, they ended up working together, escaping a trap which would have killed them both. He was booted from the Foundation, given a new direction in life and a new name (Tenzou), when he joined the ranks of the regular ANBU.
A timid, socially awkward, youth he was assigned to Team Ro, under the leadership of Hatake Kakashi.
Rumors of this young man’s intelligence, tactical proficiency and prowess garnered the respect of his peers and captured the attention of the higher ups inside ANBU headquarters and the Foundation. He counted himself fortunate in all but one respect - ANBU operatives have code names to protect their true identities; he was stuck with the unimaginative ‘Cat’ whereas Kakashi was ‘Hound.’
The moniker suited the man.
Loyal to a fault, Hound would willingly lay down his life in defense of the village that owned him. He also derived a sick sense of pleasure in following the orders of his master to the letter. Like a bloodhound, he’d relentlessly track and pursue an enemy for days--weeks if necessary, fueled only by soldier pills and an ungodly thirst for blood.
“Whatever it takes to accomplish the mission, that I will do,” was a credo both Kakashi and Hound lived by.
Hound was a force of nature … the ultimate killing machine. Efficient, ruthless and sadistic … hardly anyone could work with him for long. That all changed when Hound of the ANBU took an interest in his training.
He was thrilled to bits and a little terrified because
Hound was … in a word … insane.
His instructional methods, extremely harsh -- some would even call them inhuman. But in spite of, or perhaps, because of the barbed words of reproof and sparse morsels of praise, Yamato was spurred on to do things he never thought possible. He weathered the rigorous training of his body and mind without hesitation, in awe that such a man would deign indoctrinate him into the life of an assassin.
But once a mission ended, so too did their interaction.
Kakashi on the other hand, actively sought him out, they spent time together, getting to know each other; becoming more than comrades … they thought of one another as friends.
He almost laughed out loud recalling some of his lame attempts at emulating his senpai.
One of them began as a training exercise; seeing how long he could spy on Kakashi without being detected.   In the stillness of a deserted training field, he watched from the shadows as his captain went through his katas; Kakashi’s lithe body moved with a fluidity he did not yet possess. Envious at first, over time he realized his fascination with this young man was breeding a skewered sense of possessiveness. It was also during those times that he fell deeper under the charismatic sway of this man; soon thereafter he was consumed by an overarching need to please the staid man in whatever way he would have asked.
Blatant hero worship in turn became infatuation,
infatuation became obsession,
an obsession that led him to question
his sanity and his sexuality.
Embarrassed and ashamed, he pled with the Third Hokage for a transfer from Kakashi’s command; that request was flatly denied. As it turned out, the Third had already pegged his captain for a more important long term mission. Word soon came down the pike - Kakashi was leaving ANBU that he might lead a team of neophytes from the Academy as a jounin-sensei. Naturally, there was a tremendous sense of loss and rejoicing in some quarters too, but Yamato knew it was for the best – finally he’d have the opportunity to stand on his own two feet.
And on this rainy night, so many years later, though he stood beside his captain as a battle hardened and confident man in his own right, four days and three nights spent in Hound’s company saw him revert to that puerile state of mind.
And for the first time in years,
he was locked in battle against the twin demons
of lust and self-loathing.
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At this time of evening, the bathhouse was busy, yet Kakashi somehow charmed his way into a private room.
“Won’t do to have innocent ears privy to the drunken ramblings of two tired shinobi,” he whispered to the blushing hostess.
Something’s definitely off, Yamato thought while the bath attendants briskly scrubbed at their bodies. He’s too carefree …too giddy and too chatty.
The moment he entered the bathing area, Kakashi called out, “The sake’s warm and it smells wonderful. Come … join me.”
Even when lazing about, naked as a jaybird, Kakashi possessed an intimidating aura. Completely unarmed, this man was as deadly as a nest of cockatrices.
Through the rising steam, he made out the play of whipcord muscle in an arm casually draped over the bath’s edge; sweat glistened on a broad chest littered with scars normally hidden by a bulky breastplate or flak vest. Well-shaped hands and fingers, better suited to a piano’s keyboard, were equally at home flicking away tiny waves in the water as they were to ripping the windpipe from an enemy’s throat.
Sinking down into the still, soothing water, his steady breaths made ripples beneath his nose.
Maybe it was the heat …
maybe it was the proximity to his captain
or possibly, it was the effect of a half cup of premium sake,
– whichever the culprit, something about Kakashi’s hair had him waging a losing war against nervous laughter.
Those silvery spikes which defy gravity under normal conditions,
apparently shake their fists at humidity as well, he laughed to himself.
Stop it! Stupid thoughts like these are why
I’m facing a dressing down tonight.
The last thing I need to do now is piss him off
or give him something else to tease me about.
Just then, one of the servers slid back the door on the other side of the room. “Honored guests,” he said. “Your meals will be ready in five minutes. Shall I prepare the dining area?”
“Please do,” Kakashi replied bowing his head slightly. “I don’t know about you, kiddo, but I’m starving … let’s go.”
Hoisting himself from the water, the skimpy cotton towel hastily wrapped around his waist slipped down to reveal a sharp hipbone.
“Like what you see, Tenzou?”
A snappy comeback never made it past his lips, his breath caught in his throat as he diverted his eyes. The tense set of his shoulders however, told Kakashi everything he needed to know.
Dinner passed in silence, a mechanical parody of satisfying their bodies need for refueling. After the hostess cleared away their empty plates, a growing knot of anxiety in his stomach threatened to present the rapidly eaten meal in a most embarrassing manner. He swallowed hard, wishing to get past the reprimand and slink back to home to lick his wounds.
Kakashi chose not to look at him, fiddling with the rim of his sake cup instead. “What you did when you went off on solo reconnaissance was selfish and extremely dangerous.”
At last … the other sandal dropped.
“I’m sorry senpai,” he said, contritely bowing his head. “I . . . I don’t know --”
“Unfortunately for us, Tenzou, the enemy had a sense of smell almost as keen as mine.” Raising the cup to his lips, he drained the small amount of sake remaining and slammed the cup down on the table.
“The scent of your spunk gave away your location - damn near jeopardized the mission. Thank the gods that ass wipe was a missing ninja - his death shouldn’t cause a problem between the nations.” This time, he leaned closer, his chin cupped in the heel of his hand. “Don’t get me wrong …I enjoy a good yank myself now and again, but there’s a time and place for everything.”
What was worse?
Knowing Kakashi knew of his shame, or
Know that his life may have ended
because he couldn’t resist his baser instincts?
That eerie sense of foreboding he’d felt in the Hokage’s office returned with a vengeance. I’m sorry, sir,” he mumbled, “won’t happen aga--”
“Don’t trouble yourself about it, surely you know me better than that, Tenzou,” he said, that off-register lilt in his voice. “Certainly wouldn’t include that detail in the official report … I’m not that petty.”
In a flash, he lifted his head and saw the anger blazing in Kakashi’s eye.
“However, I’m gonna help you remember how to conduct yourself appropriately in the future.”
It’d been years since he heard that tone of voice, yet it still carried the power to knock the wind out of him.
He can’t be serious!
“Kakashi … senpai, you have my word, that I’ll never --”
“As my kohai, you will accept whatever discipline I deem necessary. End of discussion.”
The frostiness of his voice lowered the temperature in the room by a few degrees, and once again, Yamato was inwardly transformed into that uncertain youth of the past.
This was a threat wrapped up in a promise, a command he dared not disobey; it jangled against threadbare nerves, for you see,
Kakashi Hatake never issued idle threats.

NOTES:
Puerile: childishly foolish; immature or trivial.
A cockatrice was a legendary monster, part snake and part cock (male rooster), that could kill with a glance. Stumbling upon a nest of them probably wouldn’t have been a pleasant experience.
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