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Passing Notes	By : ss_dragon_lady Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1771 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Thank you for all the reviews, they keep me encouraged and motivated about this story. Because at first I wasn�t sure if this story would be taken well, I�m glad it was welled liked. So thank you so much again for all the great reviews, I love reading them all. Here�s the next chapter to this little story. XD
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Passing Notes
Chapter 3
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Iruka stood up from his dining table and stretched, glancing out the apartment window at moonlit covered buildings. It appeared most of the village was asleep, only a few scattered lights were on in other homes. He had sat there for two hours grading a stack of essays after he had finished a shift in the mission office. Most times, homework was just as much punishment for himself as well as for his students. He gathered the essays together and placed them in his school bag, ready to be passed back out in the next class. He was happy to be done, but he was more thrilled to have forced himself to finish the essays that night.
Now he had the whole weekend to himself. He could do absolutely nothing if he wanted until Monday morning. Though that wasn�t really him, so Iruka did have a few things planned. He would sleep in on both mornings, go grocery shopping for the week on Saturday afternoon, and on Sunday afternoon he would go train for awhile before going to eat some ramen at Ichiraku�s. It had been a few weeks since he has had any ramen. Other then that though, nothing else was planned. Maybe he would start reading the book he had bought a month ago.
Iruka went into the kitchen were he quickly made five rice balls out of some left over rice, the filling being salted roe and smoked skipjack tuna. He normally didn�t eat this late, but well he had forgotten to eat earlier. He picked a small cup and the cooled teapot off the stove. He took it to the table before returning to the kitchen for the plate of food and a napkin. When he sat down at the table, he clapped his hands together, offering up a small prayer, and then he began to eat, looking out the window at the village he loved covered in a dark layer of night.
When he finished, he washed the very few dishes and left them on the rack to dry. He�d put them away in the morning. Turning off lights and setting traps as he went, he made his way into his bedroom. Pulling sleep pants and briefs from a dresser drawer, Iruka glanced at the two notes lying on top of the dark drown wood. He hadn�t received anymore notes yet and it had already been three days since the second one. Maybe the note sender had already lost interest. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he walked into the bathroom for a quick shower, closing the door behind him.
Iruka stripped off his clothes, turning to examine himself in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. He thought he looked pretty normal and didn�t understand how he could attract a secret admirer. His over all coloring was brown, a drab brown at that. His body, while nicely toned, wasn�t very muscular at all unlike so many of his fellow shinobi, the result of years behind a school desk. He had a few battle scars, but again there were way more impressive scars on ninja throughout the village. His height was about normal, five foot-eight inches, and his face fairly plain, except for the scar across his nose.
Even his ninja skills were pretty average, he had nothing outstanding in his battle techniques. Though it could be said that he loved to pull pranks. The only thing not normal about him was certain sensitive bits that wasn�t considered big by some standards, but Iruka was still proud of what he was packing. Though the only people who would or should know that were his handful of past lovers and they had certainly been satisfied with him. He was plain and that was a very simple fact. A plain, ordinary shinobi in a sea of great shinobi with awesome talents. Scrutinizing the image of himself again, he truly didn�t understand why somebody, anybody, would want to be a secret admirer to him. Turning away from the mirror, he stepped into the shower, intent on forgetting the depression inducing thoughts.
Fifteen minutes later, Iruka walked back into his bedroom. He used the towel over his head to vigorously scrub the extra water out of his hair. He grabbed the brush from the nightstand as he sat down on the bed, ready to fight the many knots throughout his hair. Turning a little to drop the towel beside him, he froze, his eyes on the tiny piece of paper in the middle of his bed. With a slightly trembling hand, Iruka picked up the paper. He read the very neat calligraphy.

�Is green a good color on me?�

A pleased smile came to Iruka�s lips. He should be mad that someone had broken into his apartment while he was in the shower, but the fact of the matter was he wasn�t mad at all. He was thrilled to receive a new note and there was another clue hidden within the few words. If the breaking in wasn�t clue enough, then the small sentence was. The new note had nothing to do with the previous note. The green referenced in the third note had to do with a standard issue shinobi vest. That meant his secret admirer was a shinobi and one that actually wore the normal green vest. While that clue could still be about a great many ninja, it effectively crossed all civilians off the list of who his secret admirer was.
Iruka rose from the bed and walked over to the dresser. A bigger smile spread across his face as he laid the third note down next to the other two. They were lying in the order he had received them. He also saw a pattern within the notes themselves, he was received a note every third day. So if he was correct in his deductions he would receive another note in three more days. He found himself actually looking forward to the next note and hoping it contained another valuable clue for the identity of the sender.
Iruka found himself speaking aloud for the first time that evening, so much awe and a bit of excitement clearly audible in his voice. �I actually have an secret admirer in the ranks of the shinobi.�
He went to bed soon after, completely forgetting about brushing the knots from his hair. This was something he would regret the following morning, but his mind was only on the notes and note sender. The pleased smile on his lips clearly speaking for itself as he drifted to sleep.
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