Another Perfect Wonder | By : jaded_priceless Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 10014 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4 |
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Chapter 37
The lake was in sight when Iruka and Kakashi began to feel the presence of overhead chakra signatures. Kakashi was grateful for the task Iruka had given him. Even thought it was only a simple utility knife he felt better with something in his hand that could be used as a weapon. He began working slower to justify hanging on it and having it out in the open. Iruka concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other one hoping to find one of the traps he’d hidden during his wandering. He had only come to this area only once or twice so they weren’t as close together as the ones in between Giha and Kaibara and the ninja above them weren’t ones he was familiar with. They might not have heard about the crazy fisherman and he’d have to re-establish his alibi with them. It was hard to keep a level head and lie proficiently when you were angry. Iruka was setting up his fishing gear when the ninja finally did approach him. As he suspected these ninja weren’t familiar. The spokesperson, because Iruka could tell by the seemingly nonchalant way an older man had his hands in his pocket and was leaning against a tree who was truly in charge, asked, “What are you doing at the lake this time of year?” “That jerk over there is my boyfriend. I’m going to drown him for making me angry,” Iruka replied baiting a hook. “I’m trying to lure a fish large enough to eat the evidence since murder can’t be proven without a body.” The one that didn’t seem to have care confirmed his position of authority by rolling his eyes at the other’s stupid question and Iruka’s fitting answer. He stepped forward and restrained his younger comrade with a simple wave of his hand, “What my comrade means to ask is why are you fishing on a day such as this when most people are content to remain inside?” “I had to leave home unexpectedly and because most people are content to remain inside on a day like this fishing is the fastest way to earn money,” Iruka replied once again looking in Kakashi’s direction. “Ahh,” the man nodded in understanding. “So why haven’t we seen you before?” “I normally fish at a lake on the other side of Kaibara, but since someone decided to follow me when I took a walk to blow off steam after our argument it made more sense to come here instead of walking clear to the other side of the village and doubling back. Besides, I don’t want to overfish that lake,” Iruka explained. “I see,” the man nodded. He turned to Kakashi, “so that’s your boyfriend, eh?” “Yeah, what’s it to you?” Iruka asked warily. “Nothing much, only that he is rather pretty. What did you do, steal him from a brothel or something?” the spokesman inquired leering at Kakashi. Iruka moved closer to the sled and picked up the axe, “Yes he is rather pretty. No, I didn’t steal him from a brothel and if you do not have legitimate business with me I would like to continue fishing.” “Well aren’t you a mouthy little civilian. Most civilians around here don’t have those kind of balls. Where you’d grow up?” Another member of the group, a kunoichi asked. “I grew up in several different areas. The majority of them were places where people understood it was rude to chatter by the lake where someone planned on fishing and even ruder to ogle someone’s boyfriend in front of them” Iruka growled. His words were even but his tone revealed his aggravation. “Why you little” the mouthpiece began as he advanced towards Iruka only to be yanked back by the kunoichi. “He’s right. It is rude to ogle someone’s boyfriend in front of them,” she said reaching into her pocket and pulling out what Iruka hoped weren’t dried preserved eyeballs. Iruka realized he’d found Cloud’s version of Mitarashi Anko when she chuckled gleefully, “These are just the bitches I caught staring. You oughta hear what I did to the ones who fucked him. Do you know how hard it is to cut out a pussy?” The men groaned, apparently it was a story they’d heard several times. Iruka paid rapt attention as the woman described just exactly what that particular deed entailed. When she got to the final part about searing off the cervix Kakashi threw up. “20 ryou each pay up boys. I told you this scrawny pretty boy wasn’t the Copy Nin. I’m sure he’d be able to handle a whimsical tale about a little mutilation,” the woman cackled. She handed one of the coins to Iruka, “For upsetting your man’s stomach and disturbing your fishing. Ryuu-nee said she’d found an amusing civilian I just didn’t think you’d be this nuts.” The older man laughed, “Yes she did, I suppose next time we hear someone being referred to as ‘crazy’ we should remember to consider the source.” “Here kid, since we did interrupt your plans to fish,” he said while forming a jutsu Iruka had never seen. He pulled a frozen cube of water out of the lake. The inside remained liquid and it was teeming with swimming fish. He set it on the cart far away from Kakashi and said, “Tap top three times to get to the fish inside.” “I understand you don’t want to overfish that lake but it is best you don’t show your faces here again. You were lucky you stumbled upon us instead of Lord Kirihara’s men. They would have had a bit of fun with you and that pretty little boyfriend,” the mouthpiece threatened. Iruka thanked them for the warning, the fish and for using their ninja magic to clean up after Kakashi. He was still mad at him but seeing him all green around the gills from hearing a whimsical tale of mutilation did make things better. He would have to remember to give Anko a video camera and tell her that Konoha’s great Copy Nin was squeamish. Kakashi pouted the rest of the way back. Iruka hadn’t made fun of him getting ill or effortlessly learning the name of another noble supporting the rebellion against Princess Yukie. He was a jounin, but he was being outdone by a chuunin at every turn. It was embarrassing. He was still pouting when they arrived in the town of Kaibara proper. He had been in town for a month before Iruka arrived and had to get captured before he was able to learn anything useful – that is if the information he managed to gain was useful. He’d been in a hurry and wasn’t able to study the documents; for all he knew he could have stolen recipe books and diaries. Iruka had sold the fish and was on his way back out of town when a group of ninja, whose chakra was very familiar dropped down from above them. Kakashi took a deep breath and tried to search for Iruka’s chakra within the other ninja’s oppressive signature. He screamed when the one eared man approached him and caressed his face, “Are you sure this is a man? Seems awful pretty.” Iruka was glad he had traded the axe for a staff when he whirled around hitting the man in the chest and knocking him away from Kakashi. He didn’t bother to check his chakra and the man flew several feet away. These were three of men from the restaurant he’d overheard speaking about removing the Sharingan from Kakashi. He continued to let it flare wildly as he addressed the group of ninja, “Shishi is my boyfriend. Mine. I feel the same way about him as you do your wives and I will protect him just as firmly as you would your wives. Please remember that before putting your hands on him as I am certain you would not be kind to anyone who disrespected you and your spouse in such a manner.” The one eared man recovered quickly. He was angry his vacation had been cancelled and embarrassed he had been bested so easily by a civilian. He drew a kunai and charged Iruka. The Konoha ninja simply did what anyone would when faced with a charging opponent brandishing a shorter reach weapon. He extended the staff so the man crashed into it. The much larger man crumpled to the ground and curled into a ball. The staff hit him dead center but Iruka was shorter so instead of striking his chest or stomach it hit his genitals. Iruka spoke to the others, “Pardon my abruptness but I would like to be on my way. As you can see this brute has frightened my beloved and I would like to take him home where it is nice and warm to calm him. Are there any of you who takes issue with that?” The other two men looked at their writhing comrade. One began reaching into his weapons pouch as he took a step forward but a third said, “Mama-san is fond of him.” The man, a tall blonde, paused before deciding not to pull his weapon. “Ryuu-san may see you as some type of pet but that Cloud woman is not our commander. You would do well to remember that while living in our country and attacking our ninja.” Iruka’s lips curled into a sneer, “I saw my father kill a man once. He was smiling. The man had attempted to force himself on my mother. He told me that once day, when I fell in love I would understand why he was smiling. Shishi was kidnapped and assaulted; a group of you ninja held him down when he tried to defend himself. “I blame myself for not being there to protect him. I do not you if you are the same ones who did such a despicable thing to my Shishi but I assure you I will happily kill each and every one of you if it means his mind will be free from such troubles.” The man took a step back. Shinsuke had said Urui’s father was from Mist but until that moment he doubted it. He could see the bloodlust in the man’s eyes; the way saliva glinted off his sharpened teeth, and feel it in the man’s wildly flaring chakra. He wouldn’t be surprised if Arisa wasn’t able to detect the disturbance at the fortress. He quickly tried to remember all of the Mist ninja listed as missing in the bingo book old enough to have a son in his mid twenties. The ones he could immediately recall Hoshigaki Kisame, Akaumino Sake, Terumi Meguro, Yuki Kemoshi, were all S-Classed. He knew there had to have been several others who defected to hide their bloodlines. Urui’s father had to have been one of the stronger ones to feel comfortable starting a family while being hunted and be able to protect them. After Manzô had interrupted their sexual escapades and Arisa returned to the fortress alone Kashiwagi had done a rough estimate of the amount of power the half civilian likely possessed based on the distance she ran before she stopped feeling like he was choking her. It was nowhere near a jounin’s level, but it was a least that of a solid chuunin ranking. Urui was smiling. He was in the midst of a ninja squad threatening to do them bodily harm and smiling. He hadn’t even picked up the axe, he was still holding the stick but he was smiling. Strength and lack of training only went so far but there was unlimited danger in crazy. He knelt down and placed a hand on his still whimpering comrade’s shoulder, “I will remember this civilian.” Iruka winked at him, “I will remember this ninja.” Once Iruka could no longer feel their chakra signatures he approached Kakashi. The other man was still screaming and waving the utility knife erratically, “Stay away from me! Stay away from me!” Iruka was reminded of Sasuke. A few weeks after the massacre Kurenai’s cousin had come to the Academy while she was substituting for Suzume to bring her lunch. The sight of the dark haired, red eyed teenager triggered a flashback of Itachi and Sasuke went haywire. He ended up revealing a trick he’d learned while hiding in the Hyuuga complex executing much needed come-uppance for Ko but Hinata never told he anyone he knew how to knock a person out by injecting chakra in their tenketsu. Iruka waited until Kakashi swung wide to grab his arm and tap two chakra tipped fingers precisely in the joint space where the cervical met the thoracic region of the spine. Like Sasuke had done all those years ago, Kakashi’s eyes rolled back in his head and he fell backwards into Iruka’s waiting arms. Iruka gently laid him on the cart. Since he’d just discharged a large amount of chakra and no ninja were in the area, he decided to give Kakashi a quick boost of healing chakra. He placed one hand on his damaged ankle and another on his chest then tried to think happy healing thoughts instead of “Damn fool had no business running around on this ankle and bringing his stupid ass outside while recovering from pneumonia.” When that failed he settled on, “Get better asshole so I can give you a million well deserved papercuts, pubic lice, and hemorrhoids.” He was accustomed to thinking along a similar vein when healing his students, “Misbehaving miscreant should have remained seated instead of sneaking out to go play on wet monkeybars” so this time his hands actually began to glow.MisatosPenPen: It was rather evil of me to end chapter 35 like. Hopefully the fast update makes up for the length of chapter 36.
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