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High School Never Ends	By : SqueakyNinja Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto nor do I make any profit out of this, I just get a nosebleed.

Chapter List
- 1-April
- 2-May
- 3-June
- 4-July
- 5-August
- 2
- 3
- 4
Month: June

Pairing(s): KakaIru, Minor Others

Chapter Rating: PG

Word Count: 6074 words

Chapter Summary: No matter how he sees it, Iruka may feel the same way.

Betas: Kaomi-Uchiha + ThunderEmperorRaite

---"�Obito,
what are you doing?" Rin inquired.
"Throwing rocks," he said
simply. Obito stooped down to the small pile beneath
him, pocketed a handful, and started to chuck them up into a tree. Rin, curious, took a closer look at the tree as Obito continued to play his little game. The young girl
walked a litter closer for a better look. She paused dead in her tracks when a
familiar body suddenly fell out of the tree and crashed to the ground.
"Kakashi!" she shrieked as
she ran to his side.
"Don't worry. He's ok," Obito said as he walked closer, still throwing the rocks at
Kakashi's head.
"No, he's not and- Will you
stop that?" Rin struggled with Obito over the possession of the pebbles. They were too
distracted with their quarrel to notice the oncoming soccer ball heading toward
them, aimed toward Kakashi's head. With a loud thud,
the ball ricocheted off of the pale boy's hard head and flew high in the air,
making one wonder if it would ever come down. Kakashi just lied there on the
grass, looking and acting more and more like a corpse.
"Oi! Can someone-
Hey! If it isn't my bodacious, super hip rival, Kakashi-san!" a billowy
voice called out, coming closer. Rin and Obito froze, replaying the voice in their heads. They both
shuddered the moment they figured out who it was. They turned and their worst
nightmare came true. The boy was dressed in a bright green Konoha
soccer uniform, sporting tight green spandex shorts and bright orange leg
warmers. Even his hair was a disaster with that bowl-cut of his.
"�Hey, Gai,"
the two moaned, frozen in place from their fight. Though Kakashi had considered
Gai a friend, Rin and Obito didn't. Especially Rin. With all the love notes and the bouquets of
flowers being delivered to her nearly every day, anyone would start to feel
uneasy. Their attention to Gai and his
caterpillar-like eyebrows almost drew them away from their friend, still
seemingly emotionally dying.
"Kakashi!" Rin cried as she immediately
dropped down to his aid.
"Whoa,
now! Please don't tell me I knocked out
my rival with a simple Senpuu," Gai grinned.
"No worries, he was already
like this," Obito explained. Rin
hushed Obito for the rude remark. Still in a daze,
Kakashi slowly rose up on his feet and started to walk off.
"Kakashi, wait! You shouldn't
be moving around!" Rin called out worried.
"You could have a concussion!"
"It's ok, I'll check up on
him," Obito sighed as he patted Rin's shoulder. He quickly sprinted off after Kakashi,
leaving her with Gai. Gai
tried to use this time to wrap his arm around Rin and
tell her there was nothing to worry about. He failed miserably, as Rin made sure Gai had a
concussion.
"Oi
Kakashi! Wait up!" Obito cried out. Kakashi
didn't react. Obito quickly caught up with Kakashi on
his side and continued to be persistent. With nowhere to go, the pale teen
stopped as he hung his head low. "Come on, Kakashi! We've known each other
for how many years now? You can tell me anything! What the hell happened?"
Obito told him off.
All the boy could hear from his
senior was a soft mumble.
"�What? Come on! Speak
up!" Obito shouted.
"�Iruka rejected me."
Both boys made their way to a nearby
tree and sat back on the bark, sitting next to each other, away from prying
eyes and ears. Both sat without saying a word for the longest time as they felt
the wind brush by.
"Wow. I didn't think it could
happen� Kakashi getting rejected for once!" Obito bellowed and laughed.
"It's
not funny," Kakashi insisted, his tone depressed.
"Come on, it really is! You
practically reject every guy and girl who's confessed their love to you!" Obito explained. "Even me," he whispered as a
slight blush rose up upon his cheeks. It was even hard for the senior's closest
friends not to be caught up in his charm.
"I told you that I didn't want
to risk our friendship over something like that," Kakashi calmly stated,
hearing what Obito had said. The black haired boy's
blush brightened suddenly as he tried to push his feelings aside for the
moment.
"But still, just makes you
wonder what kind of person Iruka is to reject someone like you," Obito smiled as he brought his hands behind his head.
"An amazing one," Kakashi
confessed. Obito blinked and looked back at Kakashi.
Something was different about him when he said that. He didn't see the same
sarcastic and lazy Kakashi he knew and fell head over heels over. This was
different. Kakashi actually seemed sincere for once.
"You really do like him, don't
you?" Obito asked.
"Yeah�" Kakashi quickly
responded and sighed. Obito did frown a little from
the confession but smiled within. If his best friend was happy, so was he.
"But he doesn't like me."
"How can you be so sure?"
"He did say not to dare come
near him."
"Well, you did confess your
feelings for him, right? Probably it's hard to take it all-"
"I even kissed him,"
Kakashi interrupted. Obito whipped his head around,
shocked.
"You kissed him?" he
screamed. Kakashi simply nodded. "Why in the hell did you do that?"
"I love him, remember?"
Kakashi replied coyly. Obito sighed.
"Maybe you took things a little
too fast? I mean, come on! You've known him only for what, two months?"
Obito asked.
"True love does not have a time
limit."
"Please don't go all poetic on
me now!" Obito chastised. Slowly, the boy
breathed a heavy sigh before speaking again. "Listen, Iruka is different.
If you really like him, you shouldn't-"
"But maybe you're right,"
Kakashi stated, his voiced filled with hope. "Iruka is different. Maybe I
am taking things a little too fast."
"That's not what I trying to
s-"
"Thanks, Obito,"
Kakashi smiled as he rose to his feet, already out of his misery. He looked
back down at his friend and, although he was wearing his mask, the
goggle-wearing boy could still see a giant smile beaming from underneath.
"You're a great friend!" Kakashi waved back as he turned and walked
away, still smiling coyly under his mask. After a hesitant blush, Obito tried to catch up to him, but Kakashi was quick when
he had a plan and wanted to set it into motion. Obito
decided it would be best to say a prayer for Iruka.

"Hey,
Iruka!" Kotetsu
screamed across the classroom that morning. Everyone's attention was driven to
the young student, everyone curious as to why he had been absent for the past
few days. Iruka sighed and let out an insincere laugh as he made his way toward
his friends.
"So, Iruka-" Izumo stared.
"Iruka! Where have you been all this time? I've missed you!" Anko whined, grabbing Iruka from behind and nearly choking
him. Iruka had to bat at her arms to get her to release her tight grip around
his neck.
"It's nothing. Just been sick
these past few days," Iruka said calmly. It was obvious why Iruka had been
missing, after what happened with Kakashi and him late, last month.
Iruka had gone straight home that
day, locked his door, and, after getting sore from sitting behind his front
door, went and hid beneath his covers, trying to conceal his beet red face. What the hell was that for? Why- I- Iruka
continued to stammer in his head while his felt his own lips, still hot from
the touch. But I'm a guy! Why in the- Kakashi's words echoed through his head.
I like you, Iruka.
He likes me? How could he? How could
anyone? Tears had formed in his eyes, but he kept them from leaving.
He wasn't going to cry over this. Instead, his stomach was twisted and
contorted in knots. His head was pounding and spinning. Luckily, he hadn't
eaten anything or we would have thrown up. The boy couldn't believe it. He got
sick over Kakashi! He had no choice but to call off from school for the next
few days. Kami forbid he would see Kakashi during the
day again. He just needed time to forget what happened and hopefully he would
be ok.
"So if you guys wouldn't mind,
could you give me some space for the next few days? I'm still a little queasy
but I don't want to fall back in classes," Iruka asked politely.
"Aw,
poor wittle Iwuka! We'll give him all the space he needs, wight
Kotetsu-kun?" Anko
purred, pulling a reluctant Kotetsu to the other side
of the class. Izumo would not have it and followed
them both. Iruka chuckled a little at the sight of Izumo
lapping up to Kotetsu like a lap dog. Almost how Kakashi followed him around.
Iruka's mind began to wonder as he gazed out the window nearby
while class started. I wonder if that really is how Kakashi feels about me. Kakashi's
words echoed once again in Iruka's mind.
It's easy when you're in love.
The boy then imagined Kakashi
dressed up like a dog, the whole ensemble with dog ears, paws, and even a
collar. Knowing him, the tag would read 'Belongs to Iruka.' Iruka sighed deeply
as he brought his head down to his desk and rested it upon his arms, concealing
a faint blush. What do I do now? I can't get it out of my head. What if I
see him again? What can I say? What can I do? I can't forget it, no matter how
much I try. Iruka ran through the possibilities of the situation. He
could try avoiding Kakashi for the rest of the school year. The silver haired
man was a senior. He would only have to put up with him for a year. Yet, after
recalling how sly Kakashi moves, Iruka dismissed it. He could try talking to
the senior. Not possible! He could transfer schools. Yet, the
only two possible options were Kiri and Suna. Kiri was so far that it
would require Iruka to move and Suna was a longer
commute. Both were too time consuming and too expensive for Iruka. What was he
to do now?
All he could do was stare at the front of the classroom and watch it start to
spin. His breath quickened and his heart started to beat quickly against his
chest. The last thing he remembered was Anko's voice
echoing in his head, calling out, before his head hit the tile floor.

"Ah! Good! You're waking
up!" A voice bellowed right above him. The brunet slowly opened his eyes
only to be staring back daringly into the face of a young girl. Her dark eyes
contrasted against her long, sickly green hair pinned up behind her. The boy
felt a great weight upon him as he realized the girl was straddled on top of him.
She sharply grinned back at Iruka, still dizzy and wondering where in the world
he was.
"Kiyo! Leave him alone!" A familiar voice called out from
behind her.
"Hmph!
Come on! I was only having a little fun!" Kiyo argued back as she slid
off. Iruka stayed frozen upon what seemed to be a bed. He even struggled to sit
up.
"Rin�
why-"
"Hey, rest up now, ok?" Rin said as she walked passed Kiyo to sit next to Iruka.
She placed her palm on his chest and stopped him from getting up. Iruka took
the advice and lied back down. "You're in the infirmary now. Your
classmates said you passed out in the middle of class. They also mentioned that
you were recently out of school for the past few days. Are you sure you're ok
to come back?"
Iruka grumbled a little and blushed. I can't believe I'm still feeling sick over this.
"Oi,
come now! Spill it!" Kiyo urged Iruka, ticking Rin
off.
"Kiyo! Stop!" Rin
insisted. Kiyo gave Rin a hurtful scowl and stormed
off. "Sorry about that," Rin continued as
she turned her attention back to the tanned boy. "Kiyo and I aren't that
best of friends."
"Why
not?" The brunet asked innocently.
"Well, to be honest it all
started with Kakashi!" Iruka felt a little bit of stomach acid coming up
to his throat at the mention of that name. "You see, we used to be the
best of friends, but after a while, we found out that we
both liked Kakashi!" The bitter taste of his breakfast didn't quite make
the boy feel relaxed. "So, we became enemies. We ended up bickering and
going as far as fighting, all for Kakashi!" she blushed. The boy could not
bear it anymore. He gripped the bed sheets hard as he swiftly moved over the
bed, one hand clasping on his mouth. He felt the bile come up but tried hard to
push it back down.
"Iruka! Are you ok?" Rin exclaimed.
A sweaty Iruka stood there still, unresponsive. He finally removed his hand and
sighed as he flopped back down on the bed.
"Yea. I'm fine. Still a little bit sick I guess," he said,
trying to laugh it off. The young girl looked upon him, seeing the bags under
his eyes and how his once tanned skin was now a pasty pale of what it used to
be. She peered down and held her skirt tightly in her hands for about a second
or two before letting go.
"In that case, let me get the
nurse and see if she can do anything. I have classes to go to so I hope to see
you soon!" She said as she grabbed her bag and started to walk out. Iruka
politely nodded as he watched her leave. "Also, you better get well soon!
We don't want our model to be sick on their big debut!" she added before
she closed the door behind her.
Our mod- Oh crap!
That's right! The deal! Thoughts ran through Iruka's mind. I have to dress up and parade around in that damn yukata! All thanks to that damn Kakashi! The
boy rested his hand on his stomach to help ease the queasiness. It would not be right to back out now, would it? If I do,
everyone will be upset. Kurenai seemed to work really
hard on making it to fit me. And the look on her and the others' faces� Genma could go to hell for all I care! But if I ditch, then
I won't have to see him.Iruka turned over on his side and wrapped his arms around his
stomach. But why do I feel like this knowing that I will see less of
him?
The door suddenly swung open. Iruka
immediately turned back and slowly got up to see what all the commotion was. If
he wasn't already drained of blood, he would have had a nosebleed right there.
Standing in the doorway was a tall woman who appeared to be in her 20's or
30's, donning a long, white doctor's coat. She wore her rich, blonde hair back
in two long pigtails behind her. She did wear a bit of makeup, like a deep red
shade of lipstick and a touch of shimmery violet eye shadow. Yet, it did
compliment her and her soft brown eyes. But what got the boy's attention the
most was what was below her head. She had to have had the largest set of
breasts he had ever seen.
"Rin told
me to check up on you� Iruka, was it?" Iruka just nodded slowly, his eyes
still fixed on her large bosom. "I'll tell you this once and once
only," she started to say as she walked closer to him. She swiftly held
his jaw in a death grip, her crimson fingernails digging into his skin.
"Continue to stare at my breasts any longer and I will kill you!" She
said in the most calming and sinister voice he had heard. He both felt and
heard his jaw beginning to crack under the pressure. He immediately raised his
view and fixated upon her face. She smiled back at him, as if nothing had
happened. "See? Isn't that better?"
She released her grip on Iruka and
proceeded to sit down in a nearby seat by a desk. She started to rummage
through her papers at the far end of the desk as the boy tried to set his jaw
back in place. Papers flew as she looked on with a scowl until she found what
she was looking for. She reached out and grabbed out what appeared to be a
small cup. She quickly bent to her left in the chair and opened up a nearby
filing cabinet only to take a small bottle out. She poured the contents into
the cup and drank it in full. She repeated the process a few times before she
wiped her face clean, sighed with relief, and slammed the cup back down on the
desk. Iruka glimpsed over to see the writing on the bottle.
�Sake? I'm in the care of some
drunkard? Iruka began to wonder why he even considered coming back to
school.
"So, Iruka," the woman
started off, very obviously a little buzzed. "What's the problem?"
"Well, umm�" Iruka started
off. He thought it would be best if he did not touch upon the subject of the
alcohol after witnessing her monster strength.
"Call me Tsunade."
"Tsunade-sama,"
he began. "It's just that, I've been having these dizzy spells recently
and-" A palm suddenly smacked his forehead and stayed there for a few
seconds.
"Hmm� It doesn't look like you
have a fever," Tsunade said. "Your records
show you also have no allergies, right?"
"That's right," he nodded.
She sighed and pressed her fingers to her forehead.
"Are you sure you're physically
sick?" She asked.
"Of course I am! I know when
I'm sick!" Iruka argued.
"Just now, I was watching you
with Rin a few minutes ago. You seemed fine until she
started to mention something," she interrupted. Iruka blushed at the
remark. "I believe you reacted when you heard Kakashi?" she
teased. Iruka tried to suppress the sudden spinning in the room. Tsunade smiled and she rolled over and, with a stethoscope,
checked upon Iruka's racing heart beat. "Even
your heart is racing when I mention it." Iruka's
blush deepened as he reacted violently and pushed her off and nearly fell off
the bed. Tsunade just smirked. "Figures."
"What?" He exclaimed. Even this woman knows about Kakashi?
"I heard that brat had been
following a young freshman. My guess is that it is you?" she pondered.
"Listen, did something happen between you
two?"
Iruka faced away, his blush still
covering his face. He started to wonder how popular Kakashi really was.
"Ah, I see. That brat can be
quite the handful. Best to stay away from him."
"Wait, why?" Iruka
demanded, his head snapping back to face the woman.
"That is if you don't want to
confront your real feelings about him."
"Hmm?"
"You like him, right?"
Immediately, Iruka felt his face flame up and his heart race,
and he could not hold back any longer.
"WHAT?" Tsunade just laughed in the boy's face.
"Look, you don't have to admit
it although it's as clear as your face is red," she stated and started to
get up. "Look, you can stay here as long as you want. I have other
business to attend to. See you later! Say hi to lover boy for me!" She
squealed as she walked out. Iruka only sat there, stunned and in total
disbelief. Quickly scoffing at the idea, Iruka could not take it any longer. He
swiftly got out of bed and, though a little uneasy, marched out of the room.
While walking back to class, Tsunade's words echoed in his mind.
You like him, right?
Iruka blushed again as he repeated
what the woman said in his head over and over again. Damn her! She doesn't know what she's talking about! His
mind continued to wander off. No matter how much he tried to, it always went
back to thatguy. The guy is
basically one of those memorable characters. He's always reading his little
orange book of porn, plainly in public. He was considered a genius among the
alumni. He was a master martial artist. Iruka had the bruises and sore joints
to prove it. He was known by practically everyone at school, both students and
faculty alike. Girls and even guys swooned over him. But from what information
he gathered, it was almost always one sided. He never seemed to like any of
them back.
Then� what was that kiss for? He
wondered as he brought his hand up to his mouth and grazed his fingers along
his lips, recalling memories. It felt caring; it was almost as soothing as when
his mom used to kiss his forehead before he went to bed when he was a child. It
almost made Iruka feel special. But there's nothing special about me! he roared in
his head.
"This is so annoying," he
sighed as he reached his classroom, his head hanging.
"What's so annoying?" a
voice issued. Iruka's head immediately shot back up
in shock.
"Kakashi! What the hell are you doing here? I thought I told you to
stay away from me!" Iruka swiftly lashed out at him without thinking. He
tried to push past him to get back to his class, but Kakashi would not have any
of it. He stood in front of the classroom door. The tanned boy saw he could
just easily maneuver around him but Kakashi was just faster. He was always
faster. "Let me-"
Kakashi stopped Iruka mid sentence
as he grabbed a hold of the freshman's shoulders and slammed him back into the
wall. He stared down at him, back into those sweet chocolate eyes now filled
with a hint of fear.
"Can you please stop and just
listen to what I have to say?" he asked politely, seemingly ignoring the
situation. Iruka stood in shock over the ordeal. Kakashi just stood there
silently, hands still on the other's shoulders until he moved one and held Iruka's chin and tilted his head up. The tanned boy
immediately started to shake and blush. His head was spinning again, but his
stomach was still.
"Kakashi�" he whimpered as
Kakashi brought their faces closer.
"I'm sorry about last month,"
Kakashi said as he in turn grabbed Iruka's nose.
Iruka gasped and slapped Kakashi's hand away.
"Listen, I am truly sorry for my actions then."
"�Really?"
"Iruka," Kakashi stared
out. "I'm admitting guilt here. The least you can do is accept
it." The freshman looked back at the senior warily, eyes filled with
doubt, yet Kakashi remained standing there, smiling underneath his mask. His
trademark smile, the smile everyone knew was underneath but could not see.
Iruka sighed, as he could not resist Kakashi's
charms.
"It's ok, Kakashi," he
said. "I forgive you."
"Really?" Iruka nodded. "�Really?"
"Kakashi!" Iruka shouted. "You talk to me about accepting
apologies�"
"Ah! Sorry, sorry," the
pale teen quickly apologized. "Just really wasn't expecting you to actually
forgive me."
"Do you really think I'm that
kind of person, Kakashi?" Iruka pondered. "I'm not really one to hold
a grudge."
"What a relief! Because I was
wondering if we could start over."
"Hmm?"
"I was just taking things too
fast with you."
"Too fa-"
"Maybe if we could start over
and-"
"What's there to start over
from?" Iruka shouted again.
"But I thought you were the
forgiving type."
"I am! But not with this!"
And without giving the senior anytime to respond, he turned around and entered
the classroom, slamming the door behind him.
"My,
Iruka. Having a lover's spat now are
we?" Anko purred. Iruka turned his attention to
his classmates, all eyes fixed on him now, gawking and curious as to what had
occurred outside. The classroom was so quiet a pin falling could be heard.
Iruka couldn't even mouth a word as his face flared up.
I am so going to kill Kakashi!

"So I heard what happened from
the rest of the school. Why are you still trying?" Obito
asked on the rooftop a few days later. Kakashi was nearby, just sprawled out on
the ground, lazily glaring up at the sky. The senior refused to respond and,
instead, turned over on his side, facing away from his friend. Obito sighed as he sauntered over and sat down lightly next
to him. "You know, it's obvious that he doesn't like you." Nothing. "Doubt there will be anyone else out there
like him." Nothing. Apparently, Obito's plan to have his friend at least speak was failing.
"Guess you have to live the rest of your life with your dogs and be known
as the crazy dog person in the neighborhood!" Still
nothing. "Kakashi!" Obito screamed as he moved to kick the silver haired teen
in the back. Kakashi was still unresponsive, and he continued to face away,
lost in thought. "You know what? I give up! You can go on and sulk if you
want! It's just gonna be a
waste of your time! Give up and look for someone else!" he screamed as he
got up and started to walk off back inside the school.
"Why haven't you?" Kakashi
quietly remarked.
"What?" Kakashi rolled
back on his back and continued to stare into nothing.
"You like Rin,
right, Obito? Yet, she rejected you. But you still
like her, right?" Obito said nothing afterward,
at a loss for words. A slight blush grazed his cheeks at the fact. He had to
admit it. After being turned down by Kakashi, Obito
was a wreck. He would not eat or drink and would always hide himself from his
friends, always wearing his goggles, trying to conceal the tears. He found
himself deep in a pit of his own misery and wondered when it would stop hurting
in his heart. It eventually did when his eyes met Rin's.
Quickly, he latched onto her, trying to figure out her likes, her dislikes,
what were her dreams, what she found attractive in a guy. Although his work led
to him finding out that she liked Kakashi as well, that did not stop the teen.
He would continue to fight for her attention, even to the point where Rin figured out that he liked her. Over and over again, Rin had turned him down. But that never stopped the raven
haired teen.
He had to admit, the scenarios were
similar.
"Kakashi�"
"It's the same here, am I
right?" he started out. "So how can I just easily give up on him?
Just� it's difficult seeing him like this. I don't want to put him through
this, yet, I don't want to lose him. I want him to at least feel something
about me. But as the days go by, I don't know if that is even possible."
Kakashi slowly raised his arm as he blocked the sun from his view. "I
don't want to lose him." He clenched his hand into a tight fist. "But
I don't want to hurt him."
"Why do you even like that
kid?" Obito demanded.
"When you first confessed to
me, you said all this compliments. Best dressed. Best
hair. Best eyes. And more. Just like everyone else. But Iruka� Iruka's
different." Obito sighed as he walked back to
his friend and offered his hand.
"Come on, Kakashi," he
said. "First things first, you have to stop moping around. That is not
going to help. But if anything, just try talking to him. That won't hurt."
At first he was reluctant, but Kakashi eventually gave in and slapped his hand
into Obito's palm. With one swift movement, Obito brought Kakashi up on his level.
"Heh, almost forgot you're
taller than me," Kakashi laughed a little. It wasn't much, just a few
centimeters, an inch max, but it was there. Sometimes, they would forget their
heights seeing how Obito acted more childish while
Kakashi was the mature one.
"No worries, one day you'll get
taller though so will I!" Obito laughed. Kakashi
couldn't help but laugh too. Obito softly smiled
back, happy to see his friend relaxing. "Come on, let's go get some ramen.
My treat!"
"Obito,"
Kakashi sighed. "I've known you for how many years now? You never
pay."
"You know me so well,
Kakashi."

"Ok, seriously Iruka. What has
gotten into you that you are in this slump?" Anko
asked around the same time to Iruka as they, along with Kotetsu
and Izumo, were preparing to go home. "These
past few days, you've been nothing but a downer!"
"Well, maybe that is because I
did say I was still sick!" Iruka angrily pointed out as he placed his
books back into his bag.
"But Anko
has a point," Kotetsu added. "You usually
aren't like this when you're sick. I mean, I thought you were a genius in
algebra but after today�"
"Don't act as if you knew the
answer to that question!" Iruka rebutted.
"But normally, you would have
gotten it right, sick or well," Izumo continued
on.
"Well, there is a first time
for everything, right?" Iruka insisted, trying to drag the topic away.
"Let's just hurry up. Remember, it's our turn to clean up the classroom.
I'd prefer we clean up before it gets dark outside." All three moaned in
unison.
By the time the four of them were
done, the sun was already setting and the sky was lit up with amazing shades of
blue and violet, dashed with crimson and goldenrod. They hadn't expected to
stay this late. Normally, even any club meetings wouldn't last this long. Only
those with commitments to sports could still be heard in the fields or in the
gyms, warming up for practice. The school was eerily quiet now; any voice would
vibrate against the hallway walls and any steps would echo along the floor. It
was empty, with the exception of the four of them.
Each made their way to their lockers
near the school entrance and each started to remove their slippers and put
their shoes back on.
"So Kotetsu,"
Anko started. "You still up for this
weekend?" Izumo was immediately drawn to their
conversation while Iruka was still busy putting away is slippers.
"Heh,
you know it!" Izumo's curiosity got the better
of him.
"Hey, what are you two
doing?" he asked, trying to keep his real intentions hidden from plain
sight.
"Oh! Anko
got this new video game the other day. She invited me to come over and play it
with her," Kotetsu said simply.
"But I thought we had plans this weekend together," Izumo
stated. Iruka took immediate notice of the boy's stern voice and the forced
smile he put on. He wondered why Kotetsu never picked
up on Izumo's anger cues.
"Ah! That's right�" Kotetsu trailed off. "Hey, wanna
join us then?"
"N-No, thank you, Kotetsu," Izumo corrected
himself before having a shouting match. Iruka wondered how long Izumo's patience could last. "Like hell I would
want to hang out with some crazy bi -"
"Izumo!
I'm right here!" And there it went.
"Who's to say that I didn't want to say it out loud," Izumo
sneered.
"You want to start something, Kamizuki?" Anko lashed out.
Iruka sighed as he watched the two of them go at it with Kotetsu
again on the sidelines watching. Once again, it was his job to break it up.
"Come on, you two. Can't you
ever play nice?" he said, trying to play it off with a laugh. Both Anko and Izumo stopped and glared
at each other with deep hatred. Iruka and Kotetsu
stood there in silence and watched the two, both wondering why this was always
happening between them. When they were younger, all four of them got along
great. Now, it seemed every time that Anko wanted to
spend time with Kotetsu alone, Izumo
had to intervene and start something.
"I'm leaving," Izumo said, finally breaking the silence. He grabbed his
bag, swung it over his shoulder, and started to storm off.
"Fine
then!" Anko
shouted back as she turned in the opposite direction and walked off.
"Iruka�" Kotetsu whined.
"Go talk to Anko.
I'll see what's up with Izumo," Iruka quickly
said as he ran off to Izumo. It took a few moments
for the other to comprehend the situation and finally do as he was told.
Iruka, light on his feet, easily
caught up to Izumo, already down the street on his
way home.
"Hey! Hey, Izumo!" Iruka called as he ran toward his
friend. Izumo finally stopped when Iruka was only a
few feet behind him. "Izumo," Iruka said,
trying to catch his breath. "What the hell is up with-"
"Iruka�" Izumo started. "Can� Can I talk to you about
something?"
"Um,
yea, Izumo.
What is it?"
"�Not
here. Come on."
The boys walked over to the side of
the sidewalk and leaned up against a local store's
brick wall. Iruka set his bag down at his feet while the other just slid down
and took a few minutes, gathering himself before continuing on.
"Promise me you won't say a
thing, Iruka?" he said, not bothering to look his friend in the eyes.
"Y-Yea, Izumo,"
the brunet responded with a bit of curiosity and worry behind it.
"Especially
to Kotetsu."
"Why? Does this have something
to do with hi-"
"Iruka!" Izumo stopped him. "Please!
Promise me!"
"Ok! Ok� I promise�"
"I'm not going to mention names
but� Th-There's this person that I like� Not like
them as a friend, but I really like them."
"Izumo�"
"And I have a hard time just
telling them that I like them�"
"Wait a minute� Izumo, don't tell me you like-"
"Hey, you're good with advice
giving! Tell me, how can I show them that I like them?" Izumo insisted, almost pleading. He twisted quickly around
and looked the tanned boy straight in the eyes. Iruka almost felt sorry for
him. He could see the determination in Izumo's eyes,
yet at the same time, there was uncertainty and worry.
"Izumo�"
Iruka sighed as he gently placed his hands on the other's shoulders. "I
can't just tell you how to get someone to love you. You can't force them. You
just have to be honest about your feelings with them. Best you talk to them
about it."
Iruka paused for a minute after he
spoke. He was taken a little back at his own advice. Heh,
look at me. I'm the one giving advice on this subject when I'm the one having
difficulties on it. The teen immediately shook his head furiously at the
thought. Wait! What am I saying? I don't like� I don't�
"You think that will work,
Iruka?" Izumo asked. Iruka quickly brought
himself out of his thoughts and redirected his attention to his friend.
"Ah,
yea! Just talk to them!" he laughed
off.
"Ok, then. I'll try. Can't hurt
to try, right?" Iruka nodded.
Izumo thanked Iruka, gave him a hug, and went off his way back
home, leaving Iruka there to ponder his own thoughts.

Iruka slowly strolled down the
streets of the city, taking his time as he walked past each lamp post.
There's this person that I like� Not
like them as a friend, but I really like them� How can I show them that I like
them?
Izumo's words repeated in his head. There was something eerily
similar about his situation. Iruka started to flash back to his first time
meeting Kakashi. Everyone seemed to respect Kakashi. He was the only person he
knew that treated him like he was part of the pavement. Iruka laughed at the
memory. He recalled how Minato reacted when he easily entered their classroom
to give the brunet his wallet back. He practically wanted to slap his stupid
grin off his face after the mention of Iruka-kun. People would pray for Kakashi to follow them around. Iruka
hated the whole lap dog routine. True, he was different from everyone else who
knew the great Kakashi, but even when he walked with him, or even sparred with
him, Kakashi didn't seem that great. He was just another friend
Iruka was so deep into thought he
didn't realize he'd already reached his front door. He got out his keys and
slowly opened the door. He turned around to close it when he spotted it out of
the corner of his eye. I can't believe I still have it. He
continued to unlock his door and then stooped down and picked up the same green
umbrella Kakashi gave him that first day of school. The boy sighed as he put it
back down and headed off to his bedroom.
He fell back into his soft bed and
curled up into a ball, holding a pillow close by. Iruka started to recall more
memories. He remembered how relieved he felt when he saw Kakashi nearby when Mizuki was around. His self-esteem gained a boost after
each one sparred against the other. He felt special that Kakashi would try to
spend more time with him, even try to find more time to spend even a minute
with him. Tears started to form when he remembered the sight of his bike all
fixed and looking brand new. He wondered what happened to it now. Knowing Kakashi,
it was probably at his place, waiting for Iruka to pick it up.
You just have to be honest about
your feelings with them. Best you talk to them about it.
The boy sighed as he rolled over on
his back. He reached for his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He flipped
it open and searched his phone book for Kakashi. His number was highlighted:
525-2744. The boy's thumb was on the call button, hesitant.
But he couldn't drive himself to
press it. He grinned as he placed his phone on the nearby end table and rolled
back over. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Mom, Dad, what have I gotten myself into?

"Hey,
Kakashi! You invited us over! So it's right
you spend your time with us!" Obito chastised.
Kakashi had invited him and Tenzou out for the night
back to his place to play the new ninja fighting game he bought. Tenzou was sitting on the couch, calmly beating Obito's ass. Obito was not one to
take losing lightly. So he thought maybe Kakashi can take a crack at his new
game.
But Kakashi's
mind was elsewhere. He held his phone in his hand. The number 365-7446 along
with the name Umino Iruka was highlighted. Kakashi
had his thumb over the call button, hesitantly. He sighed as he placed his
phone away, too afraid to call.

A/N: Not really a fan of this chapter, it's really more of a
filler chapter until July. At least we get introduced to more characters! See
you next month!~
P.S. Try to guess the secret phone
codes here! Also, since many have complain on how there is only a post every
month or so, I'll see if I can post up some one-shots from this AU after the
July chapter!~
And remember, please continue to
read and review!~ It's what fuels the fanfic!~ I love it how
many people already love this fic!~
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