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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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A/N: Chakra replenishment tablets or “soldier” pills are ninja tools which enhance mental clarity and provide a sustained energy boost in emergency situations. Mass produced, they’re given to ninja of all ranks without prescription or medical evaluation. Soldier pills for senior jounin and ANBU members however, are by prescription only. Specifically tailored to the physiology, metabolism and blood group of the individual ninja, (Yamato is blood type A; Kakashi is blood type O.) these tablets must be compounded and dispensed by medical personnel only.
Though both grades of soldier pills derive from natural plants and herbs, caution is advised. Exceeding the recommended dosage or mixing them with other performance altering medications can induce episodes of hyper acuity, hallucinations, tachycardia and tremors.
Flu like symptoms (fever, chills, body aches) can occur, should they be ingested by someone other than the intended shinobi; these side effects are temporary. Unfortunately, the stimulants present in these soldier pills can slip past the blood-brain barrier and produce adverse psychological effects. Perceptual anomalies, changes in the patterns of thought and emotions, such as aggression, agitation, paranoia and passivity are commonly reported; duration of these effects are dependent upon external stimuli.
You’ll remember that in a fog of arousal and regret Kakashi inadvertently slipped some of his chakra restoratives to Yamato.
Oh, my …
Kakashi has gotta lotta ‘splainin’ to do…
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He’d accepted this assignment in good faith, as the will of the Hokage; he found out later his selection wasn’t based on merit, but the request of his captain.
That was strike one.
Though the likelihood of real danger was minimal, he wound up with the quixotic Hound as his squad leader. From the moment he strapped on the ceramic cat mask, he was humiliated, physically threatened and spied on. One expected these things from Hound.
Still, that was strike two.
Now here he lay; tricked into his captain’s bed, naked and shivering under the covers.   An unanticipated, though not necessarily unpleasant turn of events.
Nonetheless, that was strike three.
Mind games were Kakashi's specialty after all. It didn’t matter how many times he tossed or turned, stretched upward or crouched down, there simply was no comfortable spot on his side of the bed. Not surprised, he thought glaring at his captain who rested peacefully, his hands folded on his stomach. Naturally, he’d make me lie on the only part of this bed that’s stuffed with billiard balls. What now? Shackles tightening around my ankles? The hell are these sheets made of ... cockle burs and tangle weed?
For the tenth time in as many minutes he threw off the covers and as he did, there was a marked change in the pattern of Kakashi’s breathing.
That bastard’s laughing at me …
so that's his plan is it?
Yeah ... it would explain why my teeth are chattering like a box of Chiclets when I'm under the covers and now that they're gone, I'm sweating like a whore in church. Sensory irritation ... textbook ANBU tactic. He's hoping I'll be too distracted or frustrated to press him for answers.
*****     *****     *****
Between shooting shuriken from his eyes … muttering to the linens … and high stepping like a chorus line dancer … Tenzou’s unusually fidgety, he thought. Reckon I kept him waiting too long; better say something quick before he bolts.

*****     *****     *****
Scratch … Scratch … Scratch
Now what? Yamato wondered, that noise ... ...where's it coming from? Vibrating through the mattress at his back and amplified through the pillow beneath his neck, whatever this his taichou was doing over there was giving him a pounding headache. When he turned his head slightly, there was the source ... fingernails – Kakashi's fingernails, absently stroking against the grain of chin stubble; it was the sound that meant his captain was in deep thought. He's probably plotting something fiendish ... like how to dispose of my body.
Scritch ... Scritch... Scritch
Okay, that's the sound of knuckles scraping against his jaw, he thought. That sound meant Kakashi was satisfied with the plan of action he'd chosen. Once again, he cut his eyes at the man by his side.
What kind of idiot do you take me for, senpai?
I can see your thoughts … and you know something?
I deserve better.
A graceful and swift backward movement was hindered by the pain reawakening along the backs of his thighs from the stripes laid down by the cane and the switch. His arms, stiff as he slowly folded them across his chest.
That’s it!
I’m gonna tell you what I really think, Kakashi
and when I’m done,
I’m gonna walk away from your crazy ass, once and for all
… provided I can free myself from these freakin’ sheets!
*****     *****     *****
Beside him, Tenzou’s herky jerky movements had all but ceased. He was breathing heavily though, almost bordering on hyperventilation; the level of his anger rising with each breath.
That's it!
I can't keep this going any longer ... poor kid's gonna do a mischief to himself. Have to tell him everything and let the chips fall where they may.
Maybe not everything ...
and maybe not all at once.
Nah, that's crazy talk! Whatever I tell him won't travel beyond this room. Since I know that I know that ... why am I so nervous? I mean sure, only four people in the village have access to this information ... big deal!
Suddenly the idea of being rejected after spilling his guts made his entire body itchy. Rattled nerves drew his fingers to an annoying patch of dry skin above his navel.
Now I'm just being ridiculous.
I've trusted this man with my life, time and again; never thought about it. Yet when it comes to trusting him with my heart ... I don't think I can do it.
Absently scratching up flakes of skin, he fretted,
What if he can't handle the truth?
Is it worth the risk?
A stolen glance at the pensive man to his left convinced him that it was. With his courage and flaky skin gathered into neat little piles, he turned onto his side, wheezing out a desiccated laugh at his kohai, wrapped up like a mummy, twiddling his thumbs as he stared up at the ceiling —his body trembling.
You always could pick up on my feelings
and give them physical expression, Tenzou.
What the hell am I about to do to you?

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It’s time to face facts, he thought as he twiddled his thumbs. As long as I allow it, he’ll keep doing this to me. Well my days as his personal doormat end tonight! Unwrapping himself from the covers for the final time, he flipped onto his side. Staring his captain in the eye he thought,
Maybe it's best I cool my temper. Kakashi is crazier than usual at present.
Still, I hafta let him know I won't put up with any more of his half-truths, evasions or veiled deceptions.
*****    *****    *****
“Senpai, back up a sec.”
The tone of his voice sent Kakashi scooching a few inches to his right before he realized it; by then, Tenzou was on his side, propped up on his elbow, with a hard look in his eye.
“You said Hound wasn't just a shadow clone, which means he is ... a shadow clone, technically.”
“Well, technically, what Hound is --”
“Then in the same breath you said, he’s a curse. Which one is he, Kakashi?”
“Maybe if you’d let me get my thoughts together and squeeze in a word or two in edgewise, I can --”
“I’m not buyin’ it,” he said, inching closer. “Either Hound’s a shadow clone or he’s a curse ... he can't be both.”
Tenzou ... always did like it when you got feisty ... but this amount of attitude is strange, especially for you. Leaning close, he didn't detect the slightest hint of alcohol on his kohai's breath nor did his sweat smell different than usual. But his pupils look like the heads of straight pins ... like he's doped up; nah, he didn't have a chance to take anything without my knowledge. So, what's his prob—
Aww shit! The soldier pills ... I gave him mine!
Sonofabitch!
Hound's MIA and Tenzou's on the verge of a psychotic break ...
can my luck get any worse?
When he popped himself in the forehead with his palm, that put Tenzou on the defensive – his arm poised against a perceived attack.
"Whoa, I'm not going to strike you, just realized I misspoke, okay? Listen ... Hound isn't a curse in the traditional sense of the word, he's more like a ... a genetic anomaly."
Yamato drew closer, lifting the covers, his eyes running up and down his captain's body.
The scrutiny pushed Kakashi back a few centimeters.
"Genetic anomaly, huh, senpai? Let me guess ... you're some kind of mutant, aren't you?"
Slamming down the makeshift tent of cotton he growled, "Yes, that's it... now you know my horrible secret ... I'm a mutant. Look, I think we both need to take a beat and calm the hell down," he said, pulling the rumpled sheets up to the level of his waist. What say we lie here quietly so you can get a grip on —?"
"Grip yourself, Kakashi! I don't know a damn thing about curses, but I do know something about shadow clones; they have limits ... time limits."
Forfeiting another inch backward, Kakashi raised his hands in surrender. "Your point?"
"I'm just sayin' ... Hound was here for almost three hours. Never knew you had enough chakra to hold a clone for that long."
"You know, Tenzou ... I get the distinct feeling you're calling me a liar."
Another inch forward and his kohai's huffed breaths heated up part of his chest when he said, "Take it any way you like. l I think you're milking a prank for all it's worth. Here's the deal, I screwed up ... you called me on it; I took my punishment. But you," he said poking Kakashi in the chest, you've been lying to me since we left the Hokage's office and you're just too big of an asshole to own up to--"
"I dealt with that already," he said, slapping away the accusing finger.
"No, you didn't. You just kept on lying, senpai," he said moving even closer.
"I can explain everything if you'd --"
"Hush! It's my turn to talk now ... and what I'm talking about are facts, senpai. Like when I went back to the living room and Hound was gone. Obviously, his time was up and like any other shadow clone, he dispersed ... that's a fact even you can't deny."
His normally mild-mannered kohai was breathing fire and crunching brimstone between his teeth. I kinda like it, Kakashi smiled to himself. Rubbing at the red spot in the middle of his chest, he sighed and said," Okay ... let's deal with the facts. First off, Tenzou you're absolutely right. Even when I'm at a hundred percent, I don't have enough chakra to hold a clone for ... what was it you said ... three hours?"
Yamato smugly nodded.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't a shadow clone appear in the same physical state as its caster, I mean ... right down to wearing the same clothing as the original? That is a fact, right?"
"You know it is --"
"And when Hound showed up ... what was he wearing?"
Yamato twisted his lips into a sneer as he inched backward. "ANBU uniform ... white cloak."
"And was I ... the caster, dressed in an ANBU uniform with a white cloak?"
"Point taken, senpai," he said retreating another inch.
"Now you'll pardon me for this one because it may have been wishful thinking ... but I'm pretty sure I watched you give Hound a blow job. He even ejaculated as I recall and I watched you suck down every drop. Can shadow clones do things like that?"
"Well, you created him, Kakashi so I guess he'd be capable of something ... perverted."
"And here I thought a jolt of pain or a burst of intense pleasure made regular shadow clones disperse. Hold on ... didn't Hound stick around after that ... long enough for you to tie down his physical body?"
Three more inches ceded. "Now you're just being an ass, senpai."
"On the contrary,"Kakashi said regaining two more inches of space." It's not every day I share my bed with a shadow clone expert. Help me understand one more thing kind sir; is it true when a shadow clone dissipates, all its memories transfer back to the caster?"
"You know damn well it --"
"Hmmm ... I'd heard wild stories about casters becoming completely incapacitated memories when memories and unused chakra rush back into their bodies. Surely that isn't true ... is it?"
One more inch backward and not another word did Yamato speak.
"Tell me, oh wise one ... is there a difference between being temporarily stunned and completely incapacitated?"
"That's enough, Kakashi."
"It's a simple question. Was I or was I not completely incapacitated at some point during the evening? Wait a minute ... I take that back; I remember your insistence about getting me to a hospital, so something must've been wrong with me."
"You needed help, senpai or so I-- "
"Well would you look at that," he said lifting the covers and inspecting himself. "No outward signs of bleeding ... not missing any limbs, so what made you think I needed medical attention?"
Yamato was closer to the mattress' edge than he'd been earlier.
"Fine ... I'm a horrible person because I gave a damn about your sorry ass."
"My ass appreciates your concern ... thank you. But considering this new data, he said, watching Tenzou struggle with the sheets, what do you think now?"
"I think you've got an answer for everything, as usual."
"And?"
"Maybe I didn't have all my facts straight ... happy now?"
Yamato abruptly rolled over, taking most the sheets with him. Kakashi took the other portion of the linens when he did likewise. And as he lay staring at the wall, the slow, steady breaths coming from the other side of the bed were of little comfort. Least he's not angry any more. The hell's the matter with me? Did I have to dog him out like that?
"Hey, I'm umm ... sorry," he whispered. "Didn't mean for this to escalate into a pissing contest."
"You unzipped your pants first, senpai, came the brittle response as he rolled over to face him. I don't know what the hell came over me either --"
"Ummm ... about that ... I kinda know," Kakashi explained sheepishly when he slowly rolled over. "The soldier pills I gave you weren't the generic ones ... they were mine. Guess I wasn't thinking straight at the time ... grabbed the first ones I saw and --"
"Whew! That explains all the weirdness. Hang on... did you say pills? Damn it man, I thought one was a food pill!"
"The sweet one? Yeah, that might have been a ... time release chakra enhancer."
"For fuck's sake," he wheezed clutching at his chest. "Are you tryna kill me?"
"Of course not; it was an accident. Just calm down ... I'm sure you'll be fine after a while. Though right now, it looks like you could use some help," he said gesturing to the tangled sheets.
"No, no ... stay away from me ... you've done enough."
As his kohai wrestled within the iron grip of devilish linens, Kakashi eased back to the center of the bed.
"Lookit, Tenzou, he breathed, there's some things I should tell you. They're kinda uncomfortable and a little embarrassing to relive; you know stuff like that makes me ... a little edgy."
'Well, I can certainly understand how giving me overdose would make you tense. Speaking of uncomfortable, just move, please ... you're cutting off the circulation to my legs. Once I finish with this mess, he kicked at the sheets, we can deal with the attempt on my life."
"Said it was an accident ... geez, " Kakashi mumbled.
Freed at last, Yamato collapsed on his back. "There's a couple things I wanna get off my chest too, though I'm not sure how to phrase 'em." Turning onto his side, he jabbed his captain in the ribs." I know how you are about sharing personal stuff, senpai ... you don't have to if you don't --"
"Yes I do, or else we can't go forward --"
"Alright, senpai," he said, rolling onto his back and folding the pillow under his neck. "I'll try not to interrupt your--"
"And I'll try not to bite your head off when you interrupt me anyway ... deal, Yamato?"
Stretching their arms across their bodies, they shook hands and burst out laughing.
"Kinda silly, isn't it? Yamato chuckled. I mean ... what's a little chakra poisoning between friends?"
"You're just not gonna let that go, are you?"
"No way in hell, senpai".
Notes:
Perceptual anomalies: misinterpretation of real sensory information; sensory anomalies – the person may hear, touch or taste things that aren't actually there.
Quote about a Buddha, attributed to the character, Deidara (intellectual property of Masashi Kishimoto and VIZ Media).
Quixotic: impulsive and often rashly unpredictable.
Niagara Falls ... slowly I turned, step by step, inch by inch – this was a vaudeville act made popular by the likes of The Three Stooges, Lucille Ball and Abbott and Costello. If you can remember seeing any of these performances from reruns, you'll understand why I'm in the sitting in the corner laughing to myself. Or, maybe you won't.
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