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With This Ring...	By : RyalsShoal Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 2356 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ch. 4
The Fine Print
"I can't wait to tell the other kids!" Konohomaru chortled as he dug his chopsticks into his bowl of Ichiraku ramen for a choice slice of pork. "Kakashi is soooo much better than some dumb girl!"
"Hey!" Iruka lightly smacked Konohomaru upside the head. "You know better than to say such things!" he reprimanded. "All women deserve to be treated with courtesy and respect."
Konohomaru grumbled an apology into his soup. The newly-initiated genin had sought Iruka out the moment he had heard the news of the upcoming wedding, and Iruka had decided to indulge his nephew by inviting him along to his weekly Ichiraku outing with Naruto. Konohomaru had proved to be the highlight of Iruka's hellish day. It was refreshing to see the boy view his wedding with the childish optimism of gaining the infamous 'Sharingan' Kakashi as an uncle, and not as a means of financial or political gain. The boy peppered Iruka with questions and exclamations of delight in-between bites of his dinner as they waited for Naruto to arrive.
"Do I get to call him Uncle 'Kashi?" Konohomaru asked over a mouthful of noodles.
"I couldn't say." Iruka smiled over his bowl. "That's a question for Kakashi to answer."
It was at that moment when Naruto slipped into the booth with an apologetic grin. "Sorry I'm late, Iruka-sensei. Hey Konohomaru!" Naruto plopped himself next to the young boy.
"Did'ja hear?" Konohamaru asked as he bounced in his seat. "Iruka-sensei's getting married!"
"Yeah I know, to Kakashi-sensei." Naruto said blandly before he turned to the chef to order his ramen.
Iruka's eyebrows rose in surprise. "You are okay with it?" He had really thought that Naruto would go around the bend once word got out.
"Aside from him being the rudest and most perverted guy that I know?" Naruto chuckled as he broke apart his chopsticks. "Except for pervy-sage, of course!"
"That's very perceptive of you, Naruto." Iruka sighed wearily. "But Kakashi is who he is, and there's no changing that."
The corners of Naruto's mouth pulled slyly and gave Iruka a secretive wink. "I wouldn't be too sure of that!" He folded his arms and adopted a look of a fat cat that got away with eating the canary.
Iruka carefully placed his chopsticks over the ramen bowl. His dinner churned ominously in his stomach. He knew that smug look all too well. "Is there something that you need to tell me?"
"Oh, it was nothing." Naruto waved a hand, oblivious to the deceptively calm tone in Iruka's voice. "I just had a little chat with Kakashi-sensei--you know, a man-to-man talk. I had to set a few things straight."
"You did WHAT!?" Iruka knocked his bowl over as he shot straight up from his chair. Naruto's idea of 'a little chat' was usually anything but innocent.
"Oooh!" Konohomaru exclaimed and he bounced eagerly in his seat as he urged the other boy on. "What'd ya do!? What'd ya do!?"
"Yeah, it was pretty funny!" Naruto snickered. "I waved a Rasengan around to show that I meant business, and Kakashi-sensei was so scared he turned white as a ghost and dropped his porn!" Naruto paused to give his former teacher a concerned look. "Are you alright Iruka-sensei? You look like you need to use the bathroom."
Iruka slapped a few bills onto the counter and ignored the fact that they were about to become saturated with the remains of his dinner. "I need to go." Without further explanation he shot off down the street in search of his very likely traumatized fiancé.
Naruto gave Konohomaru a knowing look as he accepted his bowl from the chef. "Iruka-sensei must really need to use the toilet. It must suck to get old!"
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Iruka found Kakashi after nearly an hour of intense frustrated searching. He had an inkling that the jounin would want to squirrel away at some seedy establishment barred to minors (and particularly Naruto) and he had chosen the shitty hole-in-the-wall Nukazuke bar as his place to hide.
The bouncer at the door was an overweight crippled chuunin that gave Iruka a skeptical once-over before letting him pass through. It was dark and stuffy inside, and Iruka had to blink several times before his eyes could adjust to the gloom. The Nukazuke was a small establishment with décor that had went out of style long before Iruka had been born, and with furniture that was ripped and stained from lack of upkeep. Graffiti of homages to lovers and elegies to lost friends covered the walls as well as the occasional phone number for a good time. Iruka wrinkled his nose at the stale alcohol and nicotine that permeated the air, and knew that he would have to wash his clothes to get rid of the smell as soon as he returned home. It was both a disgusting and depressing place, and one where only the extreme loners and the more dangerous shinobi liked to frequent.
Iruka glided through the narrow passage of secluded booths and tables, and noted with discomfort how the room contained weapon scars and bloodstains from bar fights that had gone violently out of control. The few patrons that peered from the shadows of their booths observed the newcomer with unblinking eyes, and Iruka felt his skin crawl under their scrutiny. He was a little more than relieved when he finally spotted Kakashi sitting alone at the last booth in the back of the bar. The jounin was seated facing the entrance but did not seem to yet notice Iruka's appearance, and seemed more content to morosely stare at the table while he nursed his drink.
In a strange way, Iruka was reassured to see Kakashi so visibly glum. What he saw was not the nonchalant arrogant copy-nin but a man who was drinking his misery away as he mourned the loss of his bachelorhood. Iruka felt some of his stress dissolve now that he saw evidence of Kakashi taking their arrangement seriously, and Iruka then realized that this could perhaps be the first step for both of them to reach a common ground. After tonight there would be only two days before they would be spending the rest of their lives together, and they had to find some way to get along.
Iruka stood silently before Kakashi's booth and patiently waited to be noticed. Kakashi glanced up from his drink and then wordlessly pushed an empty glass towards his companion as an unspoken invitation to join him. "I take it Naruto told you about our little deal?" he asked quietly. Iruka stared at the proffered glass before giving Kakashi a skeptical look. "You were expecting me?"
"I'd figured that you'd seek me out sooner or later."
Iruka winced as he slid into the chair opposite of the jounin. The seats were lumpy and uncomfortable. "Naruto can be a handful," Iruka said with a long-suffering sigh. "Even when he means well."
"It’s alright." Kakashi shrugged. "I think him being so protective is one of his most enduring qualities." He evaded meeting Iruka's eyes and twirled the ceramic cup between his fingers. It smelled of plum brandy. "And he actually made me think about some things. After all, we are going to be living together as a married couple." He emphasized the word with a drawl.
"I have been thinking as well." Iruka hesitated, then added "Actually, it's all that I could think about today. I want to discuss a few details of the contract with you."
"You're STILL upset over the amount?" Kakashi growled irritably as he clunked his cup hard on the table. He seemed to be itching for a fight.
"The money's fine!" Iruka said firmly, then gave the other man a hard look. "I meant the details that are not written on paper."
"Hm?" Kakashi blinked, not quite following.
Iruka rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh. "I have some conditions if I'm going to be living with you."
"Ah," Kakashi said in understanding and his shoulders relaxed visibly. He propped an elbow onto the rough table to hold his chin with apparent interest. "Do tell," he urged with a touch of amusement. His previous moodiness seemed to have completely disappeared.
Iruka scowled at Kakashi. He disliked how the jounin appeared to be taking him lightly. He held up the back of his hand to show his little finger. "One. I get my own room."
"Are you sure?" Kakashi's mask pulled in a lascivious grin. "I have a very big--"
Iruka cut him off "AND it will be booby-trapped while I'm asleep."
"Really, there won't be any need for that" Kakashi grumbled, sounding put-off.
Iruka uncurled another finger. "Two. We will both split the chores evenly and clean up after ourselves like responsible adults."
"Fair enough," Kakashi agreed. "But we can afford to hire a maid or two."
"You shouldn't waste money like that!" Iruka snapped and brandished his final finger with a glare. "Three. You don't touch me without my permission. Ever. And especially in front of other people."
"I suppose those are reasonable demands." Kakashi shifted in his chair to pour brandy into Iruka's empty cup. "But before I agree, I have a few terms of my own."
"Oh?" Iruka left the offered drink untouched and folded his arms across his chest.
Kakashi held up a finger in imitation of the other man. "First and foremost, I get to keep my porn collection." Iruka sputtered and Kakashi quickly added "But not out in the open."
Stone-faced, Iruka inclined his head stiffly for Kakashi to continue.
"Second, the ninken are allowed inside the house whenever they are around. And you must learn to love each and every one of them."
Iruka's expression relaxed. "I can live with that," he said with a smile ghosting his lips.
It was that expression that made Kakashi impulsively switch his final demand. He could always find a new place to display his limited-edition anatomically-correct Icha Icha figurines from their place of honor over the mantle. "And finally, I get to kiss you once a day."
The faint smile vanished. Iruka's face darkened.
"At least let me enjoy this one piece of our marriage." Kakashi said quickly before the chuunin could explode. "I will only do so whenever I ask for your permission, and I promise that I will be as chaste as if I were kissing my grandmother."
Iruka warred with himself as he chewed over Kakashi's words. The demands were really not unreasonable when compared to the jounin's usual disposition, and Iruka had made a big demand for his own personal room. And how harmless would a little peck on the cheek be every now and then? After a time Iruka nodded his consent. "Very well." He gave Kakashi a dark look as he picked up his drink. "As long as I have your word."
"Ninja's honor!" Kakashi saluted. They hooked elbows to drink from the traditional position to seal the agreement. Iruka's eyes watered as he gulped down his brandy. Kakashi was not affected by the harsh drink, and he wiped a spilled droplet from his mask once they had untangled their arms. "Well now, it has been quite a trying day for the both of us." The chair creaked beneath Kakashi as he rose. "And since we never established when our agreement should begin--may I collect on that first kiss?"
"I knew it!" Iruka scooted backwards in his seat until his back pressed hard against the wall of the booth. He flung an accusing finger at the jounin. "You sneak! I should've known there was a catch!"
"But only if I have your permission--" Kakashi glanced around the room to make sure none of the other patrons were looking, then in one fluid motion he bent over the startled chuunin until their noses nearly touched and tugged his mask free. "--like we agreed."
Iruka gaped openly as he took in Kakashi's features for the first time. His eyes darted between Kakashi's exposed mouth and the single dark eye that was intently waiting for his response. Kakashi had a narrow face with a strong bone structure that curved gracefully into a pointed chin. His nose was slightly crooked from a past injury but it did little to mar his appearance, and neither did the wicked scar that crept from under the Hitai-ate leading to his Sharingan eye. Iruka always had a niggling suspicion that the bastard was hiding an attractive face, but never one so damnably handsome.
To Iruka's utter mortification a deep blush that had NOTHING to do with indignation began to spread across his face. He tried to say something to fend the jounin off, but all that came out was a choked squeak. The corner of Kakashi's eye twitched at the sound. Was it Iruka's imagination, or did the copy-nin just betray nervousness?
Kakashi couldn't help but enjoy how the blush contrasted starkly against Iruka's pale scar. He could get used to an expression like that. "Well, do I?" Kakakshi murmured, his voice had dropped to a pitch for Iruka's ears alone.
Iruka's brain seemed to stop working, and he nodded slightly in an automatic response. Kakashi craned his neck to press his lips against Iruka's cheek in the briefest of moments before pulling back. "There." Kakashi said as he readjusted his mask. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
"No," Iruka grumbled under his breath. Inwardly he was fuming. He was more angry at himself than at Kakashi for falling into the obvious trap.
Catching his mood, Kakashi stepped away from the table to give Iruka more space. "I will see you tomorrow then." He abruptly turned to saunter out from the bar. The smile in his tone was unmistakable behind the mask. Iruka wearily watched Kakashi until the jounin had disappeared into the street outside. Then with a groan of dismay he covered his face in his hands. Now that bastard had an advantage over him, and Kakashi was fully aware of it and the effect his features had over Iruka.
Iruka pulled his hands away to gingerly touch the spot where the jounin's lips had lingered. The light kiss had barely made a sound and had felt as soft as a feather. Iruka was about to marry that handsome face--and the personality that came along with it. With another groan Iruka buried his face into his arms on the table. 'He wouldn't have offered to kiss you if he wasn't interested' a small voice chided in the back of his mind. But how was Iruka to know if Kakashi wasn't just toying with him? He had seen the infamous copy-nin's face but still Iruka knew next to nothing about the man.
"That ASSHOLE!" Iruka seethed as he snatched Kakashi's abandoned bottle to pour the last of the brandy into his cup.
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