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Our Truths	By : Strailo Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 12541 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Our Truth
Fandom: Naruto
Part: 41
Characters: Iruka, Crow
Word count: 1,731
Warnings: nothing, yet
AN: I am exhausted and have pretty much spent all day in bed, so I hope that you guys enjoy this. Hopefully things will finally calm the fuck down enough for me to relax.

Otherwise things are going to happen.

*sighs*

Enjoy everyone.

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Walking around his kitchen as he put away the food that he had bought, Iruka sighed happily at the fact that he could get away from the rest of the group, even for just a day or two. Shaking his head with an amused smile dancing on his lips, he looked over to where Crow was sitting, his long fingers fiddling with some papers. He chuckled, shaking his head as he went back to making tea. He had figured out just who was under that mask, or so he thought, but to actually see under the mask was something else.

“Is matcha okay with you, Crow? I swear that Naruto and I both need to restock the cabinets with everything,” he said as he wrote down a note to do a lot of food shopping. Especially since they all had their own guards to help with that. With so many people staying in one house, it was just a good idea to get them all to pitch in for the food. He would have to talk about that with the others.

He jumped slightly in surprise when an envelope that was bulging slightly slid into his line of sight by a well known hand. Crow chuckled softly next to him. “We got together finally and gathered money for the food and tea. At least the ANBU and Anko have. I don’t know what the jounins are doing yet,” he admitted, shrugging as Iruka picked up the envelope and counted out the money in it.

“It will more than cover everything. It’ll allow me to buy a lot more than normal at least,” Iruka hummed, watching as the other paused before going to dig around in his weapons bag.

“Oh yeah. Almost forgot, here, for the last few times that you had to feed us,” Crow said, finding another thicker envelope. “This one does include money from the jounins.” Iruka took the envelope and counted out how much was in there, whistling lowly as his eyebrows rose.

“Well damn. Yeah that will be more than enough to restock our cabinets. Thank you,” Iruka hummed as he tucked all of the money into his own weapons pouch, sealing it with a bit of chakra. “Matcha, right,” he huffed when the kettle whistled at him. Crow just chuckled and sat down again. Iruka smiled and poured the water into two cups, mixing the powder into the water. Once he was done with that, he picked them and carried them out to the living room, finding that Crow was once more lounging and going through papers.

Crow took the offered cup and tilted his head back, nodding before he pushed his mask far enough up to expose his mouth so that he could taste the matcha, humming in pleasure. “This is good stuff,” he chuckled, pulling his mask down as Iruka nodded, respectfully keeping his eyes glued to a window. “Tell me, Iruka-kun, how old are you? I’ve always wondered.”

Iruka blushed at the question, sitting down as he huffed. “I’m actually turning twenty-six. I started to teach at the academy when I was sixteen and had just become a chunin. I was originally tapped as a career chunin by the last guy who lead them. And no, I can’t tell you who it was, even now. Just as I can’t tell you who the new leader is these days. Or who the apprentice is,” he said, smirking at Crow.

“So just over ten years teaching, huh?” Crow shook his head, amazed that the man who had taught them so much in their last two years at the academy had only been teaching for those two years. At least officially. “How long were you training before you became a chunin and a teacher?” he asked, curious about the man who was smiling into his tea cup.

Iruka chuckled. “I was actually training for a good three years, even while I was still on a genin team. I was picked up soon after I had lost my parents actually,” he sighed, swirling his tea around before he tasted it with a smile on his lips. “It ended up giving me something to focus all of my energy on, and I learned quite a bit, turning my mind into something more than just a foggy mess of grief and pain,” he said.

Crow just stared at him, tilting his head slightly. He had known that Iruka had lost his parents during the Kyuubi attack eighteen years before, and that he had acted out much like Naruto had in his younger years. But then he had started to smooth out until he was a chunin, working at the academy as one of the better teachers, taking over their last two years of their schooling.

“Well then, I’m glad that you went on the path that you ended up choosing,” he drawled, saluting the slightly blushing Iruka with his own tea cup. “You have been helping snot nosed brats for the last ten years to become some seriously great nin and I’m glad that I was a part of that.”

Iruka hummed as he finished his tea, pulling some of his own paperwork from his back, starting to work on getting it done. Putting his empty tea set aside and tucking the finished papers into a folder nearly an hour later, he smirked as he said, “You know, you have some very distinctive hands. In or out of the damn gloves.” His eyes flicked to the statue like ANBU across from him as his smirk widened.

Crow just chuckled and shook his head with a smile playing over his lips as he flexed his long fingers, unsurprised at the fact that the other man had figured out who he was under the mask. Shaking his head with a huff, he crossed his legs, settling back in the seat with an amused look on his face. “Why am I not surprised?” he asked, shaking his head.

“Because I just happen to be amazing like that,” Iruka drawled as Choji pulled the mask up and off, setting it aside with a sigh of pleasure. “I’m sure that Naruto has already figured out who you are too. He’s always been fascinated with hands since they’re one part of a person’s body that tells no lies,” he said, shrugging a shoulder. “And your hands have always been rather lean with somewhat long fingers. More so since you grew into your body.”

“Yeah. Despite the fact that I keep them kind of plump like the rest of my body, I tend to forget to do that in front of friends since it’s not likely that I need to be battle ready in the village,” Choji admitted, shrugging. “I’ve been doing it since I could learn how to channel my chakra and change my body shape the way that my family can.”

“Your father does the same thing, I’ve noticed,” Iruka said, shrugging as he shifted in his seat. “That is, he allows his body to just be when he’s feeling safe and secure in his surroundings. A bar full of nins who have proven themselves loyal does that to him apparently.”

Choji laughed and nodded, stretching his arms up and over his head with a groan. “Yeah. My cousins and family do it too. It’s kind of interesting to see a bunch of us running around with thin fingers or really toned legs unlike normal when we tend to distribute our ‘chakra-fat’ around,” he drawled as he relaxed into his chair. “I’ll have to be careful though now. It seems that all of the career chunins are smarter than they show,” he said before shaking his head.

“We kind of have to be, Choji-kun. We deal with all of you guys thinking that we have these cushy jobs where we do paperwork all the time and don’t do any major fighting. But the thing is, we’re the home-line defense. If the village is attacked, we’re the ones who end up fighting in the streets while we get the civilians out of the way. We can’t afford to fight fair either. We all know our tricks and traps of our fellow desk chunins so we can exploit them to our full advantage,” Iruka drawled, standing up. “It was actually one of my traps at the Academy that turned the training field into a bloodbath. Amazing what you can do with some smoke bombs that are made by still learning children and a bit of ninja wire when you only have a couple of minutes max to lay things out.”

Choji stared at Iruka with wide eyes before he shifted in his seat, glad he had worn looser pants then normal. “Damn,” he breathed. “I saw the pictures that came from that. Ibiki said that no one ever believed him when he said that it had been a desk chunin so he had never learned the name when he showed the pictures to us during training.” He licked his lips. “And I am so very glad that I have control of my body.”

“And that would be why?” Iruka asked as he raised an eyebrow. He was curious as to what the other male was telling him.

Choji’s chuckle was slow and rich, laced with a knowing lust that sent a thrill down Iruka’s back. “Because I would have just come in my pants and I didn’t think to bring another uniform.”

Iruka hummed low and rich, a slow smile curling over his lips as his eyes darkened with desire. “Well then, you’ll just have to remember to bring another uniform when you come by and act on your thoughts,” he said before he stood, taking their cups to the kitchen. Choji just groaned and slumped in his chair, wanting it to be a free day for the two for them already.

Ever since he had reached puberty in his growth, Iruka had been on his top ten list of people to get laid by, but he had never thought that it would happen. But it was and it was going to be amazingly fun. He was looking forward to it. More so when he caught sight of the pert ass as Iruka bent in front of the fridge to find the things for snacks.
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