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Another Perfect Wonder	By : jaded_priceless Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 10014 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 22

Iruka held Kakashi until the jounin’s laughter turned to tears and he finally stopped crying. The past 24 hours had shattered all of Iruka’s preconceived notions about the man. There was only a three year age difference but he and all his classmates aspired to be like the young legend.

Each day their teachers reminded them to work hard and they’d become great ninja like him. The frequency and vehemence of that encouragement increased tenfold when he became a jounin at 13 and turned the tragic loss of a teammate at the Battle of the Kanabi Bridge into a decisive victory that helped turned the tide of the war.

After the fox attack Kakashi became the gold standard for all orphans. He too had lost his parents at a young age but maintained the ninja ideals of strength and stoicism for the betterment of his village. Iruka looked up to him and hated him at the same time.

The hatred decreased when he became Naruto’s jounin sensei. The man had never passed a team but took a chance on what most people saw as the village demon. He bought the boy fresh vegetables and made sure he occasionally ate them. He treated him worse than Sasuke but better than Sakura and on the mission to Wave he risked his life for him.

For that Naruto idolized him and Iruka developed an appreciative fondness for him even if he was a perverted, chronically late, pathological liar that pretended he couldn’t complete a mission form.

That fondness swiftly went away when Kakashi entered Team Seven in the chuunin exam and said it would be fun to break them. Iruka knew the extra shifts at the mission desk and Iwashi asking to move in temporarily due to a sudden mold infestation were Sandaime’s way of monitoring him.

Iruka’s proclivity for mischief had always been present, but in the years after his parents’ deaths it became an art form. He had fully mastered the art of sabotage at age 14. Now he only needed 3 unsupervised minutes to implement one of the many blueprints of mayhem tucked into mind. Athlete’s Foot, jock itch, dandruff, crabs, hangnails, cold sores, hemorrhoids and sneezing attacks were among his arsenal of things that wouldn’t disrupt the business of Konoha but would annoy the recipient of that particular tag.

When Sasuke almost killed Naruto with the jutsu Kakashi had taught him, he did attack the man. Kakashi easily dodged the blows and shrugged off Iruka’s anger with a curt “You’re right. I’ve failed them.”

He showed no regrets or remorse for his actions and there were no indicators he’d missed his students. As a teacher, Iruka found this to be unforgivable. He couldn’t understand how anyone could spend that much time with a person and not develop some type of affection for them.

He’d labeled the man inhuman.

Iruka dismissed Gai’s claim that Kakashi was hurting and Iruka should forgive him until Sakura let it slip she’d more than once felt him watching over her but he’d disappear before she could say anything. Tsunade had been the one to tell him about the mysterious scrolls that sometimes found their way into her possession as gifts for Sakura and that most of her apprentice’s practical experience was done on the jounin.

When he would check on Naruto’s apartment it was often less dusty than it should have been; the same was true of the Uchiha compound. He once again had to revise his opinion of the man (and stop giving him paper cuts every time he turned a mission report in).

“Who are you?” Iruka asked trying to reconcile his former beliefs to what he’d just seen. He didn’t realize he’d spoken aloud until the bundle in his lap began stirring.

“Do you want to get cleaned up?”

Kakashi expected Iruka to laugh at him. He knew that over the past three years his actions had been the chuunin’s primary cause of pain. He’d entered the sensei’s precious students in the exam that almost got all three of them killed and was the direct catalyst for two of them leaving the village.

He raised his head expecting to see anger, ridicule, or pity after all the mighty Hatake Kakashi, know it all jackass had just thrown up and cried all over him like some type of infant. Instead all he saw was understanding and concern. He nodded weakly and allowed himself to be picked up and carried to the bathroom.

“Let’s go” Manzô grumbled. “Nothing here but a couple of fa-. Dammit the twit’s pissed her pants. Shinsuke you’re a medic. See to her and clean this up.”

No matter what the others said, Manzô still didn’t trust this Rui character or believe he was a civilian. His appearance right after they captured the Copy Nin was no coincidence. His lover, his male lover, whose build matched their escapee’s appearing right after their prisoner disappeared was too all too convenient.

The way the man had thrown the ax at him and made it look like an accident and then neutralized his team was nothing like a civilian. He’d come to the house expecting to find evidence the man was from Konoha and harboring the jounin. He’d ordered Arisa to compare his chakra against that of the Copy Nin. Instead of solid proof of the deception he’d found two homosexuals upset that one’s father had found a way to profit by sending him off to do what he did best.

His reward was a sobbing sensor reeking of urine on his back.

The others made fun of his suspicious nature. They’d outright laughed when they’d met the man he’d accused of being a Konoha ninja. They tolerated him out of respect for his late sister more so than his own deeds. She was a great jounin war hero. He’d struggled to reach chuunin.

He didn’t want to think of what Takamoto would do to him once he saw the state of his younger cousin or what Mizore would do when she returned from Lord Washizu’s castle and collected her student. She didn’t want to leave Arisa in his care, but their benefactor’s identity was too dangerous to reveal to someone who hadn’t been fully trained.

He’d been stuck babysitting with specific instructions guard her mind. He’d kept her away from the worse of the torture sessions allowing her to watch from a closed in monitor until he learned the little sadist enjoyed feeling that particular man’s pain.

He thought using her ability to prove the man wasn’t who he pretended to be was a fool proof plan. She’d laughed at the man being stabbed, cut, kicked, and punched. The little monster had even stolen his book and literally walked all over him.

How was he to know she’d piss her pants and go into shock after coming into contact with a brokeback civilian?

Once they got back and the medic fixed her up he’d ask her if the man’s chakra felt familiar.

Author’s Note: Thank you for reading

Misato'sPenPen: Thank you for the review. I apologize for omiiting the thanks when I originally posted the chapter.
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