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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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Moments of nothingness,
his body jerking in response to the sound of faraway screeching
as memories tumble from allotted places,
turning cartwheels over the void between slumber’s terminus and the inauguration of wakefulness.
Down and down, recollections fall,
lighter than feathers, heavy as sledgehammers, busting up the logjam of communiques from every part of his body as they descend. As he straddles the threshold of consciousness, in that split second of time before the central switchboard of his brain is overwhelmed by a flood of messages, Yamato thinks:
That’s it, that’s all …
I gotta quit drinking.
Just one lucid thought commences the evaluation of his piss poor physical condition. First off, there was a brick of sandpaper in his mouth, swelling against the backs of hairy teeth. Next, the realization that razor wire was ripping into the flesh of his lower extremities. Lastly came the sensation of a scalding pain which had taken up residence inside his torso.
Great … I've got heartburn.
Don’t remember eating spicy food or any food for that matter.
Those intermittent gusts of warm, stinky air blowing across his face, offered not a whit of comfort either, instead they provoked another alarming sensation – nausea. To momentarily escape the stench of skunk spray and rancid lard, he turned his head slightly, burrowing his nose into the prickly support under his cheek.
Now I know I’m dreaming; this thing smells of Kakashi.
Alright, settle down … think it through. The heat in my chest? Must be late in the day … probably the afternoon sun coming through the curtains which explains the sticky sweatiness. And those high-pitched screams? I got nothing for that one. Now to the weird odors, must be trash pickup day … yeah, that’s it. The effort to roll onto his back left him winded. Gettin’ old … last mission wore me out; oughta be fine if I just lie here a few minutes more.
“Look, he’s coming around,” whispered a gruff voice to his right. “Go get the boss.”
“Don’t be stupid,” said another, “he’s still out of it I tell ya.”
“Boss’ll be pissed if we bring him another false report,” cautioned a third voice.
The owner of the first voice was now standing in the center of his chest; it's four sets of claws piercing through skin, sinking into muscle as a cold, wet probe tickled at the curve of his jaw.
“Nope,” it declared, “it’s the real deal this time. He’s tryna gather chakra … I’ll handle this part. Now get the boss like I told ya!”
The sounds of soft clicking and loud cursing floated past Yamato’s ears as the others fled.
Sonofabitch … I’m a hostage?
Crap! Whatever this thing is, it’s siphoning my chakra; hafta conserve strength … figure another way of escape.
Suddenly, the weight removed itself, dropping down to the floor. And as his captor paced beneath him, Yamato smiled within himself. That’s wood… know I can use that to my advantage. Can’t let on that I’m conscious … need to see where I’m being held before the others double back.
Sheer force of will made possible the lifting of his head; crusty eyelids opened a crack and instantly slammed shut when bright lights intruded. Looks like a bedroom… not mine, that's for damn sure.
Just then, another presence entered the space; it’s power thrumming through the floorboards, though it’s chakra signaled genial intent. There came the sound of liquid sloshing about as this one approached. What the hell kind of creatures are they?
The next thing Yamato knew, this presence was settling itself beside him – it’s voice, warm and unmistakable.
“I think you’re right, he is coming around.”
Senpai? If he brought me into his home, I must really be in bad shape.
“Careful,” cautioned the little voice in his head, “this could be a trick of the enemy.”
Yamato finds himself without the strength to open his eyes again, yet he turns his head toward the sound of what he hopes is his captain’s voice; in exchange for the effort, cool fingers gently brush back the stray hairs from his forehead.
“Good job, Pakkun.”
“Yeah, yeah … whatever… can we go now?”
“What’s your hurry? I was gonna sear some venison for you guys--”
“No thanks. You’re off your nut, Kakashi.”
"You're half right, as usual ... I did get off a nut--"
"Didn't need to know that ... nasty--"
"My sex life aside," he said, leaning down to wring water from the cloth, "I have no idea what you’re talking about--”
“This foolishness right here …you playin’ nursemaid and cooking for us. What’s your damage, man? I mean, the old Kakashi would’ve dumped an injured teammate at the hospital and then went on about his business--”
“You’re confusing me with Hound. And did it ever occur to you that I might be happy for a change?”
“Happy ... crazy, all the same to me. This sorta thing you're doing would be unnatural for the Kakashi I used to know.”
"Then you should know, Tenzou was never just a teammate to ‘the old Kakashi’ … he’s a trusted kohai. Practically raised the tree man here from a little acorn I did.”
“Oh, for the love of … you’re losing it,” the little dog growled as he backed away from his summoner. The other ninken peeked around the door frame, nodding their heads in agreement.
“All of you share his opinion? I see … listen you ungrateful mutts,” he snapped while placing the cloth to Yamato’s brow. “After everything I had to do to him, Tsunade cleared him for release and I promised to look after him. What’s so complicated or crazy about that?”
“Maybe you’re getting soft in your old age, Boss,” said one.
“Nah,” another answered, “he's scared cause he broke the kid's brain.”
“You’re both right,” said Pakkun, “after all these years, it finally dawned on him that kid’s too good for him. That’s why he’s overcompensating. Nothing personal, Kakashi, but we don’t wanna be here when you finally snap.”
“Fine … then get the hell out.”
Pakkun trotted over to his brethren, turning in the doorway to say, “Hope you know what you’re doing. The kid’s alright in our book, but if you screw this up, I swear--”
“You know ... it’s a terrible idea to threaten a crazy person." He turned to glare at his summons adding, "I may hafta sic Hound on ya.”
There were three angry pops of chakra as the ninken dispersed.
Yamato finally opened his eyes to see the concerned face of his captain, fresh out of the shower, droplets of water hanging on for dear life to his flattened hair.
“If you need to puke, Tenzou … I’ve got garbage cans on either side of the bed.”
“No … ’m okay,” he moaned, “but can you make the room stop spinnin’?”
“I've got a crack team of engineers workin’ on it as we speak.”
“Don't make me laugh ... please. Why’d you let me drink so much, senpai?”
“Probably because I forgot what a lightweight you were,” he said with a feeble chuckle. “Geez, you had a cup and a half of sake at the bathhouse … two days ago.”
“Not funny ... I got twenty men with picks and shovels tryna break free of my skull.” He managed to return a faltering smile before bolting upright:
“Two days ago!”
Warm hands held captive his shoulders and the mellow intonations beside his ear eased him back down. “Relax … you have to rest--”
“I was supposed to report to Ibiki right after the mission … whenever the hell that was; he’s gonna kill me!”
“Already taken care of. Now if you insist on sitting up, let me help,” he said, propping the pillows behind his kohai’s back. “I need to step away for a minute, you gonna be alright by yourself?”
“Told ya I’m fine. What the hell is going on Kakashi? I feel so … so weird.”
Kakashi scooted over to the edge of the mattress. “What say you rehydrate first? I brought a glass, a pitcher of cold water and a carafe of hot water; they’re on the nightstand. Didn’t know which one you might need.” As he stood he said, “I’ll explain everything, once I’m sure you’re alright.”
Gesturing for the glass, he watched Kakashi fill it halfway. And though he spilled more of it on himself and the sheets, he managed to get few tentative sips down. Might have done a better job of it had he not been concentrating on his captain standing near the closet, watching him; a fluffy white towel around his hips and that silver eyebrow cocked at a quizzical angle.
“Had some really crazy dreams,” he said. “In one of ‘em, I was strung up … little bells, tinkling ... weights attached to my um ... never mind. Then in another dream, you got strung up; but Hound was there too, so it couldn’t possibly have been at the same time. And then in another one, I … well, I did some things with … I mean to you, that I think I regret? Weird,” he mumbled as he rolled over to set the glass on the nightstand.
“I wouldn’t call it weird, Tenzou. Dreams sometimes stitch together pieces of reality.” With that, Kakashi turned to face the closet, letting his towel slide to the floor.
Yamato almost swallowed his tongue.
Red stripes from the tawse, patches of crimson from the hairbrush and a deeper maroon coloring from the paddle … they were all there, vividly displayed across Kakashi’s buttocks and the tops of his thighs. The old wooden chair, which he’d turned table, no longer sat in the middle of the floor and Hound … was gone.
Seconds of nothingness,
memories crash back into their assigned places,
parts of his body jerk and twitch as his hands fly to hide a sudden erection.

Oh my god …
it wasn’t a dream!
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