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December	By : kokkeichan Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1214 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: December
Author: Cheza-chan
Rating: R
Summary: Fired from his job, his world freezing around him, Umino Iruka must try and cope with the fact that he no longer has anything else left. Hatake Kakashi, owner of an animal clinic, proves that there are things worth living for.
Pairing: GenRai (new), OroIru (non-con), KakaIru, SasuNaru, ShikaKiba, GaaSaku, NejiHina
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto--sadly. I'm just using the characters to express my mounting love for the show.
A/N: Thank you, Nora Shu-chan, for pointing out my technical error! It thought I had an open tag right there ^^;
Also, I meant to say this before, but thanks to all my reviewers, even the ones who came out from the woodwork during the last two chapters (sparkles) *-* I'll continue to try my best in pleasing you!!
Omigawd! It's so hot� (swelters) I dunno if it's hot outside--I'll say I would never set foot outside unless I had to, but I'd wanted to go to the mall today u_u--but it's hot in my house� hot� so hot� Where's the ever-running air condition? (sits on a vent) Moooo! No lemons in this chapter XD I guess y'all are gonna miss 'em? (were they really good? ._.) Anyway... Just a few flashbacks and book closings. (feels the air come on) Ooohohohohoho!!
Chapter Nineteen - Resolutions
There it was. He turned away from the large window and ran through the cabin to where the bedrooms were. Several hours, he sat awake, waiting, and it was now time to break the news.
The woman gasped at the boy landing in her lap--her book flew onto the floor--and smiled, brushing back his hair. "Iruka, why are you up so early? Daddy's still asleep."
"He's not." The boy grinned. "I climbed over him to get to you."
"Iruka�"
He giggled and settled himself into her lap. Glancing out the window, a sleepy smile flitted onto his face. "It 'slowed', mommy�" The woman dared not laugh at her son's words. She glanced at her husband and caught the playful twinkle in his eyes. "Guess what?" Iruka yawned, his eyelids drooping.
"What?" The woman wrapped her arms around her child. "Is it going to 'slow' some more?" The man snorted softly and turned his face away.
"Merry Christmas," the boy whispered, closing his eyes. "Both of you� daddy�" He went lax against his mother as he succumbed to much-needed slumber.
"Merry Christmas, sweetheart."
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Now almost twenty years later, Iruka opened his eyes slowly. He sat up, his legs folding beneath him, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. It was bright and there were� birds? The young man blinked a few times and stared out the window. There was snow--nothing but snow and a few trees as far as he could see. Where was he?
Iruka tossed aside the covers and stared at the wooden floors. A cabin. He was in a cabin, up north possibly. "Kakashi," Iruka called out uncertainly. "Where the hell am I?" he muttered under his breath, standing and circling the bed to get to the door. Pulling it open, an assortment of delicious scents filled his nostrils. "Kakashi!"
The silver-haired man was humming softly to himself when Iruka stormed into the kitchen. He turned, a platter of pancakes in his hands, and a broad smile split his face. "Good morning."
"'Morning� Where are we?"
"Millions of miles away from civilization," the older man chuckled, making his way to the table to set down his pancakes.
Iruka dropped his hand from his hair and gaped at the loaded table. "Who's all of this for?" he mumbled, staring around the veterinarian to continue scrutinizing the food. There were eggs, bacon, a variety of fruits--strawberries more than anything, hash browns, tater tots, and then finally, the pancakes. "There's sausages on the stove," Kakashi said, brushing aside his bangs.
"We can't eat all of this," Iruka sputtered.
"We can try."
The brunet sank into one of the wooden chairs with a sigh and reached for a strawberry. He noticed the cup of whip cream and dipped the fruit into it before taking a bite. His tongue darted out to lick the sweet juices from his lips. It was a coincidence, nothing more. Kakashi had obviously planned this ahead of time, before he told him about his past. Iruka reached for another strawberry. "How long are we staying here?"
"Until New Year's," Kakashi replied, frowning as he chased the links around the skillet.
"Five days." Iruka leaned his head atop the table. "I could sleep three of those days."
"No. You can't. We'll be busy." Kakashi avoided splatter as he dumped the sausages directly out of the pan. "Our Christmas will be New Year's and still New Year's."
"You're an idiot." Iruka popped a piece of pineapple into his mouth. He looked up at the other man, an expression of boredom on his face. "We're going to play in the snow all week then?" he asked sardonically.
"Play� maybe." Kakashi sat across from the brunet with a never-ending smile. "We don't have to go out."
Iruka's eyes narrowed and he stood. "I'd rather be outside." He removed the empty coffee pot from the machine and set about making himself a fresh, hot cup. He was still running from his past; running from Kakashi, also. "Running�" The five-year chase was being brought back into the light.
Kakashi had a mouthful of scrambled eggs and couldn't answer for a few moments. "I was," he replied after swallowing. "Kurenai forced me into jury duty and you were there."
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The twenty-five year-old male sat in the back row of the jury bench, face buried in his hands. He dared not make a sound in the large courtroom. He'd been briefed earlier on what the trial was about and now sat waiting for the attorneys to enter. Kakashi scoffed and covered his left crimson orb. "Kurenai," he growled softly.
In order for the young government official to make her friend's most outstanding driving violation to disappear so he wouldn't get the final points of his license taken away, she had ordered him to a week of jury duty. He already had his mind set on knowing he was going to get another ticket when this was all over anyway, so all her work was for naught.
"All rise!"
'Here we go.' Kakashi grunted as he stood and discreetly covered his mouth as he yawned. His mind began drifting once he was ordered to sit. It ran from his clinic to the fish at his home--he wondered if he fed them--to his truck sitting outside, and also to how badly he was going to hurt Kurenai for this. 'How can she assume I'm competent enough to make a sound and sane decision?' He was growing restless and being fidgety was something you could not do in the courtroom.
The defense attorney had just sat down after addressing the court--not that Kakashi heard--and now it was the prosecutor's turn. It didn't matter what mumbo-jumbo they spat, he would be making his own calculated decision by what evidence was brought forward. He cracked an eye and the other flew open. The young lawyer standing before the bench was the most amazing creature Kakashi had every seen. He now wished he were sitting in the front row.
Umino Iruka gave the jury his profile view as he turned toward the judge to continue. Kakashi had no problem with that side either. The brunet faced them once again, only his upper body turning, and graced the twelve individuals with a dazzling smile. There was nothing else he could do. Kakashi sat up straight with a goofy, lopsided smile. His heart had taken to the man and no one else would do.
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Iruka had seated himself back at the table and was staring down into his black coffee. He shook his head and raised the mug to his lips, sipping. "You're a fool."
"Eh?" Kakashi poked at the pancake sticking out of his mouth with the butter knife he held. "How so? Haven't you ever fallen in love the moment you lay eyes on someone?"
"No."
"What about with me?"
"I thought you had kidnapped me."
"Why are you being so mean?" the older man whined.
'Because you're too nice� I'm not used to that kind of behavior.' Iruka shrugged and continued sipping his coffee. "You're just a glutton for punishment."
Kakashi had seen the slight crease in the other man's brows and knew there were still things bothering him. 'We can't have that, now can we?' He smiled. "Iruka."
The brown eyes slid open to find Kakashi staring intently at him.
The mismatched orbs curved upward. "Come here."
"Why?"
"Iruka."
Iruka stood, leaving his coffee mug on the table, and circled to where Kakashi sat. The older man snagged his wrist and pulled him down so the brunet landed in his lap. "I told you something yesterday morning," Kakashi sighed, cupping the innocent face between his hands. "Do you remember?"
"You� loved me."
"Do you have a reply?"
Iruka bit down on his lip, averting his eyes. Those three words held so much power. "I�" Kakashi's smile widened and he leaned closer. "I� don't want to be alone."
"I already told you I wouldn't leave."
Iruka raised his hand and touched Kakashi's face lightly. He smiled, his brown eyes sparkling. "Then I guess� I love you, too." He laughed as the older man squeezed him tightly. He had taken the first step in healing himself; there were still several more to go. Held against his will, Iruka was forced to eat breakfast from the overjoyed Kakashi's lap.
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Sasuke was stopped at the doors with the tray of breakfast he carried. "Where ya going?" Kotetsu murmured. "You know food isn't allowed out of the dining area."
"It's for Naruto," the boy sighed.
"Naruto? That's why it's so peaceful in here. What's wrong with him? I thought the punk was impervious to common colds."
Sasuke flushed and lowered his head, fidgeting slightly. "It's not a cold�"
Genma looked over his shoulder at the boy and suppressed his laughter. "Let him go," Raido spoke up.
Kotetsu scratched the back the back of his head, gave a sniffle, and then stepped aside. Sasuke nodded at the seated men and rushed out. "You're too lenient, old man," Kotetsu sighed. Raido smiled, shrugging slightly, and stood to make his table rounds.
Naruto raised his head slightly as the door opened and squinted at Sasuke. The sheets were down around his calves, his naked frame exposed. This proved to the Uchiha he had tried getting up after his departure. "Sasuke, I have to go to the toilet."
"You can't make it by yourself? Does it� hurt that much?"
"I can't feel the lower half of my body!"
"Now that's a lie�" The real reason Naruto was so sore wasn't because of what they did Christmas night but instead, what they did the following morning.
"I really have to pee, though," Naruto giggled, struggling to push himself up. With a sharp intake of pain, he left the bed and waddled into the adjoining bathroom, wincing with every step. Sasuke shook his head and nibbled at the French toast. The blonde came back out, his hands washed, and flopped onto the bed with a groan.
"Breakfast?" the Uchiha offered.
"Ramen," Naruto growled along with his stomach. His eyes snapped open at the familiar sound of cup ramen being opened and he scrambled to Sasuke's side, sitting back on his legs.
"Not in so much pain now, are you?" Sasuke stole a kiss while Naruto stole the ramen.
"I love you," the blonde cooed as he stirred the noodles.
"You'll love anyone who brings you ramen."
"Mm-hmm."
Sasuke scoffed, but smirked, and they sat on the edge of the bed eating breakfast together.
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Tsunade stared out of the large picture window behind her desk. In her hands, resting in her lap, were two framed pictures. She sighed deeply and stared wistfully down at them. One was of her and Dan, her boyfriend. The other was of Dan and her brother, Wakani. The image of them all together was at home. The woman sighed and closed her eyes. She hated placing blame but the evidence had accumulated to a point where she knew Orochimaru had placed his pasty hand in the mix. Thus, she was forced to end his life.
Tsunade turned back around and placed the photos back on her desk. She picked up the remote that turned off the wall of monitors to her right. Her cameras, unlike his, were on every floor of her building--every crack, crevice, and elevator, not in her employees' offices. She groaned softly and stared at the hand that had helped take a madman's life while placing her head on the cool wood of the desk. Jiraiya, after their massive bonfire that drew figures seeking warmth--Tsunade grinned--had taken her out to her favorite bar for as many drinks as she needed, his treat.
The intercom on the phone beside her ear buzzed. The blonde freed up a hand and pushed the red button. "What is it?"
"There're two boys down here, ma'am. One's asking to--Hey! Get away from there!"
"Old lady!"
Tsunade sat up and smirked.
"I spent almost an hour trying to find this building--What're you�? Sasuke!" The Uchiha's apology for Naruto's behavior was heard through the open line.
Tsunade tilted her head, laughing pleasantly. "Send them up," she instructed the lone guard positioned several floors below her. Because of the holidays, only the dedicated lawyers and Tsunade inhabited the five-story building.
"As you wish."
The phone line dead, she picked it up then immediately replaced the receiver to make sure it was completely disconnected. Within minutes, her door was pushed open without so much as a knock.
Sasuke clouted the golden-haired boy with a scowl. "Do you realize you have absolutely no manners? Shouldn't you hurt somewhere also?"
"Stop hitting me! And it does hurt!" Naruto whined, rubbing his abused cranium. He scoffed then glanced at the Sannin Law Office owner with a grin.
Tsunade had already noticed the gift-wrapped object they both carried. It didn't matter what was under the fancy paper. What made her heart soar was that her brother's crystal had found a new home--a great home. Her misty eyes were unable to look away from the chain the blonde child wore ever so proudly. Tsunade chuckled and leaned forward on her steepled hand as they approached her desk. She had touched the lives of these two boys, however minor, in her own way. That was the only gift she needed.
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A/N: An explanation for why Tsunade killed Orochimaru in cold blood? Maybe~ (titters) I don't really care about him, now that he's dead--not that I cared in the first place--but I also wanted to bring at least one of the remaining Sannin lawyers back into the picture�
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