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Off-kilter	By : SumiHatake Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 2102 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto, any of it’s characters, the world, or anything specifically created by Kishimoto. I also didn’t make a penny on this; it’s purely a fanmade piece that I wrote for enjoyment.

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Chapter 4
Iruka spun around, immediately on guard.
Kakashi stood across the files from him, still slouching lazily with his hands tucked in his pockets despite the fact that they both knew that he wasn’t actually Kakashi. “He has better clearance than pretty much anyone in this stinking shit pile you call a village. It makes it incredibly easy to get whatever information I like. Very valuable information. As for my interest in you well... you’re his.” He pulled the hitai-ate and mask off. “I just had to wait for you to come in here and lead me to everything they have on me. Nice job sorting it for me.”
Sliding his feet out further and dropping down a little Iruka considered their surroundings. The room wasn’t particularly small, but the shelves and the filing cabinets made it feel cramped. It was practically a maze to anyone who didn’t know what they were looking for, deliberately so, and his enemy was right; Iruka had done a nice job of gathering all the evidence up for him. His stomach twisted and Iruka only just managed to bite down on the string of curses that wanted to escape.
“Your boyfriend thinks you’re pretty smart.” The man wearing Kakashi’s face laughed, tilting his head to the side and taking a step forward he looked from the files to Iruka. “He knew you’d figure it out, knew you’d know I wasn’t him. Of course I was counting on that.”
The words slid over him, but Iruka disregarded them and focused on his opponent. Iruka debated what he knew. He was out-matched in chakra and skill; his best chance was escape, but the enemy was blocking his way to the door. Still the place was a virtual maze and one he had memorized. Iruka kicked a stack of the files at the enemy nin and dove for the filing cabinets to his right. He got about halfway down the row, pulled a kunai and leapt to the top of the shelves.
There was a whoosh of air just moments after and Iruka felt fingers wrap themselves around his ankle. The grip tethered him and his forward momentum sent him sprawling onto his hands, his kunai skittering out of his fingers. Twisting he kicked his other foot out in the direction of the guy’s shoulder and spun onto his back. His foot connected but with his opponent's hand instead of his shoulder. Iruka poured his chakra into his hands and locked himself onto the massive chunk of metal under him.
His attacker yanked, but with the combined weight was unable to throw both Iruka and the cabinet. Anger slid onto his usual cool facade, then he grinned and twisted one of Iruka’s ankles hard and to the outside.
Iruka screamed, released his hold, and pushed himself back with as much force as he could manage.
It threw both of them to the ground with Iruka sprawled on his back and his enemy at his feet.
His ankle throbbed and there was a sharp pain at the back of his head now where it’d smacked against another set of drawers, but Iruka scrabbled in the opposite direction of his attacker. Unfortunately that meant back in the direction he’d come. Rolling over onto his hands, Iruka tried to get his feet under him. A foot landed square in the back of his chest, knocking the wind out of him and pushing him once again to the ground. Iruka sucked in a breath and tried to push himself back up. The weight of the man nearly standing on him kept him pinned.
Chuckling, the shinobi dug his heel into Iruka’s spine, right where the scar from saving Naruto from Mizuki was.
The pain cut his breath off again, Iruka gasped then pulled another kunai. He stabbed it into his attacker’s ankle near his hip. The weight on his back receded and Iruka used that moment to flip onto his back.
Thrown off balance, the enemy shinobi crashed down on top of him, his weight primarily on Iruka’s legs.
Sucking in a breath, Iruka pulled his legs free and twisted around to face his attacker. It was strange to stare at Kakashi without the mask. Dating or not it wasn’t something he saw often.
It struck him then, while his enemy was climbing to his feet, that his running had kept the man from dropping the henge which confirmed his suspicions about it being a seal. Iruka also knew the henge had to be tying up quite a bit of the nin’s chakra, so it was impractical to maintain it during a fight. Quickly, Iruka started forming the signs for a seal of his own.
“Now you’re going to fight me? I’m Taiki Kurosawa and took down the great copy-nin; do you really think you stand a chance? You’re nothing but a desk jockey. A teacher.” He spit the words out with a laugh, then closed the distance between them and wrapped both hands around Iruka’s throat. “You should just give up and let me kill you.”
The fingers tightened, digging into his throat and making it impossible for Iruka to get even the barest breath passed them. ’Rat. Just three more. Dog. Snake. Monkey.’ His vision clouded. Iruka focused all of his chakra into his hands and thrust them forward into Kurosawa’s chest. He felt his chakra spread out from there. Iruka smiled, lifted his foot then dragged it down Kurosawa shin and planted it hard into the top of his foot. Then he shoved Kurosawa as hard as he could and hoped it was enough because if it wasn’t he was done.
It was. Kurosawa’s grip on his throat broke and he stumbled backwards. “So not going to give up. I see. Well, that’s fine. It’ll make things more fun.”
Gasping, Iruka turned and bolted again. He needed some distance and the seal needed time.
“Running again? Really?” Kurosawa called after him. “Come on now, let’s not play cat and mouse.”
Iruka spun around the corner and pushed as much chakra as he could into his hands. He formed the seal, released the chakra and poofed a short distance over to another row. It wasn’t as good as teleporting out, but then again he couldn’t do that. The records room was sealed against it for very obvious reasons. Inside he could bend the rules some and get himself about five meters. Unfortunately because of the seal it was hard to know where you’d end up.
There was a loud crash off to the right of where Iruka found himself.
“You little shit! What did you do to me?”
It was a little hard to keep from laughing. The seal he’d used was similar to the one actually on the building itself. Any chakra expended in the building above a certain range was drained away. It went to reinforce the protections on the building. As long as you stayed under the set range you were fine. Things like a henge weren’t affected.
The one he’d put on Kurosawa however had a significantly lower range and wasn’t directly fed into anything so any chakra expended drained away and did nothing. The seal wasn’t always the most effective since if they simply refrained from using ninjutsu and genjutsu it didn’t hurt them. However, since Kurosawa had still had the seal for the henge up it was bleeding away his chakra at a nice, steady pace. The best part was that because of the way it worked Kurosawa couldn’t undo either seal. Iruka had only thought of it because he was looking at yet another version of it, though a more natural and unintended version. Kakashi’s sharingan constantly drained chakra when it was uncovered and if overused would sap all of Kakashi’s chakra. That was what Iruka was waiting for. He just had to outlast Kurosawa and he wasn’t sure how long it would take. In the meantime he was aiming to get to the door.
Iruka looked at the drawers and took note of where he was and then began limping towards the door. Another crash, this time more in front of him, gave him pause and Iruka waited to see if Kurosawa would appear. When that didn’t happen, Iruka continued on his way. He slid around the back of a supplies cabinet and shimmied his way into another aisle a little farther away from the crash.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” Kurosawa screamed.
Iruka mentally cursed the thick walls of the records room. The entire building seemed inconveniently thick at the moment. ’If it weren’t the middle of the night somebody would have heard and come running by now.’ Most people stayed out of the basement of the hokage tower unless they had a purpose for being there. T&I had their headquarters down here, but they were on the other side of the building with sound dampeners.
A loud explosion erupted behind him, knocking over the shelves he’d just slipped past, and Iruka dove around the corner. Apparently the guy had explosive tags and was resorting to a destroy everything to get to him mentality. Thankfully, the cabinets were all nicely locked and built to withstand a great deal of damage, including explosive tags.
Iruka continued his slow progress towards the door, dodging the occasional shelf or filing cabinet. He was getting close and the closer he got the more things crashed down around him.
There was another explosion and then nothing, only silence.
Iruka froze. The door was only about another fifteen meters away, just around the next row.
He had to know. Iruka closed his eyes and tried to sense where Kurosawa was by his chakra signature. He couldn’t sense him though, couldn’t tell where he was. That meant that his chakra levels were low, but it also meant Iruka didn’t know what was between him and the door. Empty space or an enemy. ’You can take him. His chakra’s low. He can’t be that dangerous at this point even if he did take down Kakashi. Just think about being able to hold that above his head when you take down the nin who took him down. He’ll sulk for a month.’ The thought brought the slightest smile to his lips. Iruka held onto it, slid a kunai into his hand, and walked around the shelves.
Kurosawa stood there, panting and looking plenty pissed off. He was holding a kunai in each hand, but that was it for his armaments.
“Kakashi-san looks far more intimidating when he’s angry. Even with his face you’re not half as scary as him,” Iruka snarked, shifting his weight to accommodate his heavily injured ankle and lowering himself into a proper fighting stance. He pulled several shuriken from his pouch with his free hand and readied them. “I’ve faced him more times than most and I’ll have you know I’m not scared of him. I’m sure you know that already though.” Some of it was bravado some of it was flat out a lie, but saying it out loud made it sound more true.
Kurosawa laughed.
The maniacal sound was so unlike Kakashi that Iruka truly didn’t recognize the face for a moment.
Then he lunged.
Iruka threw the shuriken and dove under and to the side of him towards the door. One of the kunai hit him in the shoulder just to the left of his jacket. The second hit him on his uninjured leg, in the back of his thigh. Rolling, Iruka came back facing Kurosawa.
Kurosawa came at him again, another kunai already in his hands.
He threw up his arm in a block. The kunai slashed down his forearm and Iruka pushed against it. It dug in deeper, but the move slowed the motion down and Iruka jammed his own kunai down into Kurosawa’s neck.
Blood gushed out of the wound. Kurosawa dropped the kunai and grabbed at his own neck in shock.
Iruka let go and instead grabbed Kurosawa’s vest and shoved him backwards into the filing cabinet with. He watched Kurosawa’s face pale, waited for him to start to sag, and the released him.
Kurosawa dropped to the floor, his head smacking against it.
Iruka pulled a package of gauze out, ripped it open and covered the wound on Kurosawa’s neck. “I wouldn’t want you to bleed out before Ibiki-san has a chance to show you true leaf hospitality.” He undid the seal and stepped back.
The drain gone and his chakra near depleted Kurosawa’s own seal faltered and his guise as Kakashi disappeared with it.
His face was familiar and Iruka realized immediately he was listed in the bingo books as a missing nin from Marsh Country. Iruka limped towards the door. “Ibiki-san, if you aren’t still in your office I swear I’m coming back here and killing him.”
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