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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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Warnings: ":indicates communication using scout signals:"

This time Kakashi didn’t protest when Iruka carried him to the bathroom and sat him on the wash stool. He grimaced when he watched Iruka toss his shirt and pants in the corner. He’d thrown up on him and Iruka was still being nice to him.

He never imagined he would be being grateful for Iruka’s mother hen tendencies unless a young Naruto was concerned. He jumped when the plumbing groaned when Iruka turned the knob on the wall behind him activate to the overhead shower hose.

“I didn’t think that worked.” Kakashi commented nonchalantly attempting to his anxiety.

“It works.” Iruka replied giving Kakashi a good view of a round muscular ass that had no business belonging to someone who stood in front of crumb snatchers unable to appreciate such finery as he bent over to get the towels and shampoo from the cabinet under the sink.

“All of the plumbing works but in the winter using the bucket and filter keeps water out of the external pipes so there’s less chance they’ll freeze over. The filters are thorough, but I really don’t want to think about re-using throw up water. It’s hot enough that it should flow out pretty far before starts to cool.” Iruka continued completely unaware his backside flexed and wiggled as he dug for one of the more elusive items.

“There’s only two of the large towels,” Iruka announced somewhat confused moving that perfect posterior closer to Kakashi as he withdrew from the cabinet. “I don’t even see the ones we used last night. I guess they used them to clean up after Arisa. Do you mind wearing your underwear while you’re bathing?”

Kakashi nodded. He didn’t have his precious mask or Icha Icha but was feeling more like himself after a bit of perving. Jiraiya and Shikaku were right in telling him to choose an imaginative hobby he could do anywhere to center himself after a mission.

All that was needed now was for a blushing maiden to enter this bath scene and he’d have chapter seven of Icha Icha Paradise and the world would be somewhat right.

Iruka turned to face Kakashi, but the man still hadn’t answered. He moved closer waving his hand in front of his face, “Hey, Shishi, earth to Shishi. Are you all right?”

Kakashi snapped his head back and upwards when he realized there was a hand on his shin and one flapping in front of his face. “I’m fine. I just zoned out for a minute. Did you ask me something?”

Iruka blushed and rocked back on his heels. “There are only two large towels left. Do you mind wearing your underwear while you’re washing?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Kakashi giggled, a blushing Iruka was an thousand times better than a blushing maiden.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I mean you were flopping pretty wildly earlier, maybe you hit your head,” Iruka asked. Rule number one of dealing with an unstable nin was to not let them know you suspected anything.

“Yeah. I’m great.” Kakashi smirked. “You know that book my grandfather gave me, the one you refuse to read? There’s a scene like this. The dashing hero goes to a bathhouse while on his journey to find a legendary holy object. He stops at this bathhouse to wash off the road dust and there’s this blushing buxom attendant that sees to him.”

Iruka eyes widened as he finally understood why Kakashi wore his mask. The look on his face when describing the Icha Icha scene was the same one TenTen wore when she shopped for weapons. Gai called it blustulation, a mixture of bliss, lust and adoration.

Out of instinct Iruka smacked Kakashi’s shoulder and chastised, “Be serious you damn pervert.”

Kakashi cursed loudly and grabbed his shoulder. The one Iruka hit was the one that had been dislocated. He’d managed to pop it somewhat into place before he was rescued.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Iruka shrieked channeling a small amount of healing chakra into his hands.

“It’s okay, Rui. It’s okay,” Kakashi yelled.

He slapped Iruka’s hand away and began making field communications signals so fast it was difficult for Iruka to follow them, but he clearly understood stupid, chakra, enemy ninja.

Iruka made a fist, the signal for shut up and pay attention then calmly made the sign for cocklebur.

A cocklebur was the codename for the illegitimate child of a ninja. Like the weeds they were named for human cockleburs were extremely hardy. They were stronger than the average civilian and possessed more chakra but lacked the genetic flaws of a pedigreed ninja clan member.

Cockleburs were most often the product of a liaison with a civilian but the term was also used when both parents were ninja who’d mated without the approval of their clans. Like most weeds they were often cut down upon discovery.

However, some farmers relocated the prickly weeds to the edges of their gardens so they’d form a natural barrier to keep out pests. In the case of ninja that meant designating them as brood mares or studs vary the gene pool and lessen the risk of defects caused by inbreeding.

Kakashi signed back “:Strategic farmer?:”

Strategic farmer was a clan that financially supported its illegitimate children. There was a strict understanding that in exchange for that support the child would remain untrained, never know its ninja heritage, but would marry back into the clan to refresh the bloodline.

Iruka snorted then signed, “:Mad farmer.:”

Kakashi nodded, that description was fitting.

Mad farmers were ninjas who refused to produce children within a marriage sanctioned by the clan. They didn’t completely cut ties with their clan but most often they never married, choosing instead to remain with their lover and be active in their illegitimate children’s lives. Many suspected Neji would be Konoha’s next mad farmer.

Kakashi turned his thoughts away from Hiashi’s fears and signed, “:What village or affiliation?:”

Iruka shrugged and flashed two distinct “:Tumbleweeds.:”

Tumbleweed was the codename for missing ninja and refugees. Both had been severed from their roots and moved around in a seemingly aimless fashion. Since Iruka had given him two Kakashi understood his father was a missing ninja who’d taken up with a refugee.

Kakashi shook his head in amazement but quickly stopped when the world started spinning. Iruka’s cover was better than he expected. All living things had chakra and the ability to use it. Ninjas and priest were the only ones known to train theirs but it was common for regular civilians to emit powerful energy under the right conditions such a mother fighting off a wild animal to protect her children or a father lifting huge boulders after his home had been buried in an avalance.

Most often worry and concern was naturally converted to healing and soothing chakra when a loved one was ill or injured. Since Rui was the child of a missing ninja his father had to be strong enough to avoid detection and protect his family so he should have a large amount of uninhibited chakra just waiting for instincts to take over.

“I’m sorry for knocking your hand away. You had no way of knowing about my shoulder injury,” Kakashi apologized. He looked upwards, narrowing his eyes and crinkling his nose.

Iruka nodded. He felt the presence of someone on the roof as well.

“No, it’s my fault. I should have known.” Iruka replied verbally while tracing the rope marks he’d left on the other mans shoulders.

“Let me wash your hair.”

Kakashi nodded and pulled the blanket tighter reminding himself he was a civilian. Civilians don’t know when ninjas are sneaking about their rooftops listening to them. He closed his eyes and began meditating when Iruka’s hands began working miniscule levels of healing chakra into his scalp as he massaged the shampoo in.

Iruka pretended Kakashi was Naruto. It was easier to think loving, concerned thoughts when he imagined it was Naruto’s dirtied scalp and injuries he was soothing. He knew if he tried to channel true healing chakra the ninja would drop down on them so he settled for concern and spontaneous conversion. It should have a low level calming effect on Kakashi. Rui was an untrained half ninja. It would be just as obvious if his chakra signature suddenly leveled out or disappeared.

“Shishi” Iruka called Kakashi’s pseudonym as he stopped moving his fingers.

“Hm?” Kakashi hummed not trusting himself to speak just yet.

“I’m going to rinse your hair.” Iruka reached around Kakashi and turned on the water on low pressure.

Kakashi squeezed his eyes shut and held his breathe as the water ran down his face. He forced himself not to react when Iruka sprayed his face and wiped it. He opened his eyes and jerked when something thick and goopy was spread over his head, “That’s cold.”

“Conditioner. The shampoo only has a detangler,” Iruka chuckled. “You’ll probably look like an electrified scarecrow if I skipped it.”

“Very funny,” Kakashi huffed at Iruka’s reference to his true identity, “Not all of us were born looking like we stepped out of a women’s hair commercial.”

“Like I said - conditioner. This luxurious ponytail would look more like a horse’s ass without it,” Iruka clarified before scooping water in his hands to rinse Kakashi’s hair, “This is cooler than what I used to wash it.”

“Please don’t tell me that cool water came from the toilet,” Kakashi grumbled cracking his eye to look at Iruka.

“And if it did?” Iruka questioned reaching into the bucket he’d sprayed warm water into earlier and grabbing another handful before working out the rest of the conditioner.

“I would find a way to make you very unhappy.” Kakashi murmured as Iruka picked up the soap and gently cleaned his face.

“Keep your eyes closed. I’m turning on the hose again.” Iruka warned before spraying Kakashi’s face and the blanket he was wearing. “You can open your eyes and let go of the blanket.”

Kakashi could feel a second person join the ninja above them. He closed bit his lips and closed his eyes trying to force away the memories of kunai and ninjutsu that matched the second signature. It wasn’t one of the genjutsu users or the seal master.

This signature belonged to the purple eyed bitch. She liked to tease him. All of her attacks would come close enough to frighten him but would miss by centimeters so long as he didn’t move. If he moved he would be in harm’s way as a result of his own actions.

Logically he knew the blanket was a simple piece of woven cotton but it was all he had to shield him.

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Skyrere -Thank you for your kind words. I'm happy you're enjoying the story. I'm not sure if there is a way to follow the story. I'm also fairly new to the site.
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