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Shouldering the Blame	By : fuyunoakegata Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Shouldering the Blame, Chapter 3

Rating: PG 13?

Pairing: Kakashi/Iruka Iruka/Kakashi      I
like my boys to switch xD

Status: WIP, but hope to finish soon... yes, I know you�ve heard that
from me before, lol.

Summary: Kakashi returns from a mission; Iruka patches him up and
fluffiness ensues. Kinda�

Genre: WAFF, fairly mild angst (it always slips in there if I�m writing
Kakashi, doesn�t it?) HC

Warnings: biseinen ai, coarse language and provocative conversation,
medical imagery, blah blah blah

Disclaimer: I asked Kishimoto-san for several shinobi for my birthday� I
kinda conveniently forgot to put them back when I was done� So
technically they aren�t mine, but I think they have a lot more fun with me�

Author's Notes:   Thank you to Hatochan, the reason I started
writing again and the reason I continue�   This occurs just before
Hato�s Playing Doctor, but works better if you read it after hers. After
discussing what we�ve managed to figure out from our time line a bit more, we
decided this and Playing Doctor occur about 6 months after Kakashi and Iruka�s
wedding mentioned in Hato�s Along the Way: Ch.10 � Prancing, so they are
married and living together
Playing Doctor
link:
Playing Doctor is fairly explicit, guys. DO NOT read if you're not
legal... or if you can't handle some yummy kinkiness... ;)

Iruka switched on the light
and flew across the room.�
�Kakashi�� He carefully shook
the uninjured shoulder and was answered by a muffled groan and a slowly opening
gray eye.� �Why aren�t you in bed,
Kakashi?�� It was to Iruka�s credit that
only a small portion of his exasperation was evident in his voice, and only
someone well familiar with all his shades of mood would hear that, but that
also presumed that said idiot jounin causing the exasperation was awake enough
to gauge his lover�s mood and coherent enough to recognize it, neither of which
were true.�

Silver brows drew together
in confusion before Kakashi looked up to Iruka and saw the closet door slightly
ajar behind him. �The door was open.�
Have to close it.�

Iruka took a deep breath and
counted.� He wasn�t angry, exactly� but
some days, trying to keep up with Kakashi�s mental contortionism made his teeth
hurt and frustrated him to no end.� He
had no idea why the ex-ANBU was fixated on the closet door tonight, but he knew
he would get no sleep until the portal was secured.� Some things just weren�t worth arguing over, especially when your
opponent showed a remarkable similarity to a stubborn, sleepy
five-year-old.�

He sighed, and supposed it
could have been worse.� It could have
been enemies under the bed or some other such nonsense.� He was glad Kakashi had reluctantly agreed
to the no weapons by the bedside on the nights following missions policy Iruka
had insisted on after Genma had grazed Raidou�s shoulder with a kunai one night
a few months ago.� Paranoia helped keep
senses sharp while on a mission, but couldn�t just be turned off immediately
once a shinobi returned to the village.�
What kept you alive on a mission could maim or kill a loved one once
safely back home.� Raidou was long
healed and was now enjoying the pampering and extra attention Genma was
lavishing on him in his guilt.�

Iruka shuddered to think of
what damage Kakashi could unintentionally inflict even in a weakened
state.� He still remembered a story
Raidou had told him of a group of shinobi Kakashi had killed during the
war.� His patrol had rendezvoused with
Raidou�s, which had been sent to resupply them and update intel and mission
parameters. �Raidou�s squad was fresh
from the village and had assumed guard shifts for the combined team, but a few
enemy shinobi killed one of their sentries and slipped through the
perimeter.� Kakashi woke the next
morning, covered in blood and with two enemies dead by his side, with no
recollection of how they got there.� It
was assumed that instinct took over and he had killed the men without even
coming completely awake.� The deadly young
shinobi had slept near the fringes of camp for months after that.�

This appeared to be nothing
more than the simple confusion of total exhaustion.� Just in case, Iruka felt Kakashi�s forehead.� Slightly warm, but nothing that couldn�t be
explained by the extra blanket lying crumpled at the foot of the bed.� Iruka smiled.� Just like a kid� getting too warm and kicking off all the
covers in sleep.� Iruka could
imagine him coming just barely awake and focusing with all the single-minded
stubbornness of a cranky toddler on the barely open closet door.� Luckily for Iruka�s sanity, this was a minor
injury and Kakashi�s strange but eventually explainable logic would soon recede
to the background, awaiting another injury or moment of stress before coming to
the forefront again.�

Iruka helped Kakashi to a
sitting position.� �Did you hurt
yourself when you fell?� Bump your head,
injure your shoulder, jostle your wrist?�

Kakashi shook his head.� �I thought I could make it.� All I was doing was closing the closet door,
but then I was so tired and I was falling. I didn�t know I was that tired.� It�s not like I�m really injured or
suffering chakra depletion, I�m just a little banged up and bruised, but I
guess the jutsu took more out of me than I realized.�� After a moment�s hesitation he added quietly, �I�ve been doing
this for so long I don�t think I even notice things anymore if I�m in mission
mode.� Injuries, exhaustion, hunger,
chakra depletion, they don�t exist there.�
I know you and Tsunade probably think I�m just difficult, but the
mission and my team have been my focus for more than twenty years, now.��

After another small pause he
continued, and Iruka had to strain to hear the words. �Actually, I can�t
remember a time when the mission wasn�t my goal.� I learned to be a shinobi before I could walk.� You�ve heard that civilian saying about
shinobi children teething on kunai.� I
did.� One of �Tou-san�s old blunted
practice kunai, but the weight and balance were still the same.� I was throwing shuriken and senbon when
other toddlers were learning to toss those brightly colored balls.� �Kaa-san found me in my crib performing a
lightning jutsu one night and managed to hide it from my father for six whole
months.� He was so proud that I had
control of the Hatake chakra by the time I could walk.� He never knew I did it before I could even
talk.� I suppose that�s how I�ve been
able to use my sharingan.� I�ve always
been able to see things and know how to make them work, and the sharingan has
only enhanced that and let me adapt jutsus for my own use.� �Kaa-san was afraid of what would happen to me
if I started formal training so young.�
She wanted me to have a normal childhood.� I guess �Tou-san and I disappointed her greatly.� I never was normal.�� Kakashi�s voice trailed away to a mere
whisper with his last admissions, and his head lolled against Iruka�s shoulder,
his exhaustion evident in every line of his body.�

Iruka blinked rapidly and
his voice was thick with emotion.�
�Normal is vastly overrated, love.�
You�re beyond tired, so let�s get you back to bed.� Your mission�s over so there�s no need to
ignore your body�s signals, now.� You
need to sleep.�� Even after all this
time, Kakashi could still surprise him when he let his guard down completely.�

Iruka carefully helped
Kakashi to his feet and supported him as they walked the few feet to the
bed.� He eased the jounin down onto the
mattress and covered him with a single blanket before sliding in behind him and
gathering him close.�

Kakashi lay quietly in
Iruka�s arms, listening to the quiet breaths and feeling the strong chest rise
and fall behind him.� He heard Iruka
yawn, and feigned sleep, not wanting to keep his love awake any longer.� Kakashi heard the smile in Iruka�s voice
several minutes later.

�It�s not working,
Kakashi.� I know you�re still
awake.� Is it so difficult to admit
you�re having trouble falling back asleep?�

Kakashi�s voice was muffled
against the pillows.� �I thought if I
tried hard enough I could make myself fall asleep.�

Iruka sighed.� �You don�t make yourself fall asleep,
Kakashi.� You let yourself fall
asleep.��

�I make myself fall asleep
on missions all the time, Iruka,� he insisted.

�I�m not sure what you do on
missions is really even sleep, Kakashi.�
It�s probably more like a trance state.�
That would explain a lot.� You�re
still thinking aren�t you, and that�s why you can�t sleep.� You haven�t completely switched over from
mission mode.� Your body is completely
exhausted but your brain still hasn�t relaxed and gotten the message, right?�

Iruka felt Kakashi�s small
nod.�

�You body needs to rest and
sleep so you can heal and recover.� Your
brain needs to dream and sleep so you can process everything and
function.�� Iruka began softly kneading
the jounin�s shoulder and back, stroking his temples, whispering quietly and
humming in his ear, and he smiled.�
He�ll be out in under five minutes.

Iruka wasn�t smiling ten
minutes later.�
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