Bits and Pieces: Naruto | By : Strailo Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 22626 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: 100 Word Sets
Fandom: Naruto Set: 1 AN: This set is actually done, so I’m posting the last of the drabbles. Enjoy. *~*~*~*Slipping into the room, Gai closed the door behind him, the soft sounds of the nurses being shut off. The soft beeps of the machines that were watching over Raidou filled his ears. Wincing, he gazed at the prone body before sitting down next to the bed. He ran his eyes over the bandages that covered his friends face, even as the steady plop of the IV fluid filled his hearing. He could still hear Raidous screams echo, still see the skin sear and pull back. It made him gag, even now. “Forgive me,” he whispered in the quiet room.
Smiling around his senbon, Genma chuckled and shook his head with a slight laugh. Kakashi was staring at the handmade angel that Genma knew came from one little blond boy that they watched over. “So, when did he have time to do it?” Kakashi asked as he played with it, brushing over the silver hair that stuck up around the angels face. “Apparently when we weren’t watching him. Bear helped him create it,” Genma replied. “Did it whenever he was free, not studying something or another, the bug.” “I see,” Kakashi hummed as he continued to play with the angel.
The first time he found wild roses in a vase on the kitchen counter, Iruka had wondered who had left them. He had asked around but no one had said anything of use so he had dropped it. A week passed, his roses wilted and he had a bad day when fresh roses appeared. Smiling lightly, he decided to just let it go, rubbing at a butter soft petal that had fallen. The roses soothed his very sore mind and soul, making him smile at the thought of someone caring. The watching blond smiled and quickly left him to rest.
He always thought that Iruka was kind of innocent about things. The man was always working, always around children! But Kotetsu was proven wrong in the most spectacular way. Iruka not only showed just how knowledgeable he was by seducing a target, who was gayer then most nins, but by torturing the information out of him. He did all of this in front of not only him, but their ANBU back up. Kotetsu had snickered at the surprise on their face, but had been feeling the same thing. Shaking his head, Kotetus had decided to rethink his opinion on Iruka.
Genma knew he had an imagination, especially when it came to sex and missions. But his rather fertile imagination had never provided him with the thought that the usually quiet Izumo had a tattoo. And not just something small, oh no. But one that curled from belly button over his hips and around his back. It was a twist of vines and chrysanthemums. The first time Genma had seen it, he had itched to trace the markings with tongue and fingers. The next time he had seen the intricate tattoo, he had been able to indulge in his itch finally.
He knew that their kingdom wasn’t a whole lot; an apartment with well worn furniture was pretty much it. But as Kakashi had often said, “Asuma, all we need is a good bed, lots of lube and clean clothes. The roof over our heads is just a perk.” And his silver haired lover was right. All they needed to make them happy was each other, a bed and a lot of lube to make their kingdom so much more than an apartment. It was amazing in a lot of ways, but not surprising in others. It was all good though.
He had options. He had opportunities. He didn’t have to tie himself down to a sick man, one that would more likely die from his disease then from a mission. Yet, Iruka stayed, loved him, helped him when he had an attack. It amazed Hayate even to the day that he was nearly killed. Since that day, he had stopped asking why Iruka stayed with him and instead thanked every God that Iruka did stay, loved him so much. He had to smile each time Iruka would turn down an offer to go out, only to come home to him.
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