When Flowers Wilt | By : VantheKeyofLain Category: Naruto > General Views: 1052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: I do
not own Naruto, and this is making me no profit.
NOTE: The later focal element will be SakuLee to let you know – hate for
anyone to get involved only to get pissed at the coupling later. For now, it’s
rather Sakura-centric.
Also,
there is a Yaoi coupling in this. So
no one is confused, I don’t do Shota.
If either of these two things you
disagree with, then perhaps this fic is best left unread. If, however, you are
fine; then please by all means continue forth.
When Flowers Wilt
Within the
heart of enemy territory, it was skill, learned over years of being a shinobi,
that one could remain calm and calculating. Of course, there were many other
skills that were just as impressive, if not even more so; however keeping a
level head was more than often the difference between a successful or failed
mission.
A signal
from the leader indicated to have the group move out. There were five in this
cell with three wings. The left wing was signaled to take lead point, and halt
about 60 meters from the targeted location. The right wing was to direct course
80 meters from the target, yet 40 degrees from the opposite angle. The center
wing, made up of the leader himself, took off at a west angle point; 45 degrees
from the right wing. As it were, the current situation was a standstill.
In short,
this was a stakeout.
Perhaps it was the fact that there had been no
activity since their arrival, or perhaps it was the fact that things were
progressing seemingly too slow for his taste. Whatever the reason as to what
was causing his mild suffering, he had no clue. The other member of his cell
had picked up on it too.
Hatake
Kakashi was pissed off.
Things had
not bode well for the silver hair Jounin since the pass of day one. To begin
with, their first destination point should have only taken them three hours to
reach. They wound up reaching it eight hours later. This was due to the fact that
at least three times counting; they had triggered some rather advanced traps
along the way. It had taken them a good amount of time to free themselves from
each one, but lucky no one had yet to be injured seriously. To his shame,
Kakashi had triggered two of the three. The last one had been put into motion
by his wing mate, Umino Iruka.
Upon the
first day when leaving the village, Kakashi had been truly surprised to know
the newest Jounin was part of their cell. He wasn’t as much surprised to see
Kamizuke Izumo and Hagane Kotetsu as the other members. It was no surprise to
him that Morino Ibiki was the group’s leader.
Going back
over to the crappy events of day one, the traps hadn’t been all that
complicated matters. Yes, that fiasco was the fuel to Kakashi’s irate temper,
but the night hadn’t been any better. The group did not have the option to a
clear or secure enough spot on the grounds below, so their only option was to
sleep high up in the trees canopy. While this was not something new to the
copy-nin, he found him self unable to settle into a comfortable spot. This made
sleep harder to come by. When it finally did, it was good. Luck was not on his
side as even his dreams decided to betray him. No, these were not dreams of the
wars, or horrible dreams of death. No, these were far from that. These were
dreams of fantasy and delight; dreams filled with the promise of pleasure and
passion.
Needless to
say, upon being woken by his comrade, and finding him self far from such
praises, he’d been less than pleased, on two accounts. This was a mission, and
while he knew there was no possible way any other ninja could not have ever
been enticed in their dreams during such; Kakashi himself felt he should have
had control over that. Secondly was the fact of his current situation – leaving
him unable to facilitate his current craving need – which he discreetly
sidestepped upon being questioned as to why he’d not moved after ten minutes;
Kakashi shrugged and muttered something about low blood sugar.
Once again,
something the older of the two wing mates felt he should have been able to
control. Was he really getting that old? Sure, it was a testament to one’s
health to live past the age of thirty while being a ninja, but to be losing
focus already did not sit well with him in the least. An hour later had the
group on the move again, with still no activity movement from the enemy. By
this point Kakashi was itching for a fight – to take his repressed frustrations
out on something.
Killing
something would help, oh yes…
“Kakashi.”
The voice
snapped Kakashi out of his angered glare he’d been raining down upon the
target.
“Hm?”
A hand ran
up threw brunette hair and a bemused looked played across the younger man’s
face.
“If you cut
through the branch, we’ll be alerting them we’re here. Then we might as well
just casually invite ourselves in for tea.”
For a
moment, the floofy haired Jounin wasn’t sure what the other meant, until
looking down to his current perch. In his hands he held an impressive looking
kunai, and from that kunai was dug a reasonable sized hole into said branch.
The branch it self was quiet large, and in no way would suffer a break as Iruka
was mentioning unless he spent two weeks at it this way. However, the meaning
behind the teacher’s words was clear, and they clearly yelled ‘Something’s
bothering you; out with it!’ Sighing lightly, Kakashi sheathed the kunai back
into its special pocket and glanced back to his current company.
“Sorry. I’m
just…agitated.”
“What about;
if I can ask?”
“I don’t
really know why I am. Various things, I suppose.”
Iruka
seemed to give a light grin.
“Would one of
those include a particular person?”
If Kakashi
had tensed, Iruka had missed it, but the momentary silence had Iruka’s smile to
grow a bit more.
“Serious
missions don’t have time for anything that isn’t the mission itself.” A blue
slated glare was pointed the other’s way.
“And you
seriously think that there hasn’t been a time where one thinks of other things?
Come on now, Kakashi, you know better than that.”
A light
groan of anger was his answer.
“Fine, be
that way, but just relax. As soon as we get the opening we need, we’ll be in
and out and done with this mission. You aren’t the only one anxious to get
home, you know.”
For a
moment, Kakashi found himself focusing on something other than his own little idiosyncrasies.
“How is
Ayame doing?”
“Oh, she’s
doing well. I’m still trying to get her to find a temporary replacement at
Ichiraku Ramen, what with the baby on the way and all. She insists she can do
just fine, but you know I worry.”
Kakashi
nodded, giving the other a smile; though Iruka could only see it in the older’s
eye. Two years ago, when he’d first heard Iruka and Ayame were getting rather
close with one another, he was a bit surprised, if not slightly relieved. Ever
since that little meal that his ‘oh-so-wonder’ ex-team had treated him to,
Ayame had taken a quick, if little, infatuation with him. Thankfully for
Kakashi, it seemed Iruka frequented the ramen shop – Naruto in toe a majority
of the times – and had struck up a friendship with the Ramen girl. Iruka had
told him one evening, after work, he’d stopped by as he usually did and ordered
a dinner for himself. At this point, the two were rather close as friends, and
as such, didn’t think much of it when Ayame has joined him for dinner since her
shift was over as well. Going into detail on the night, Iruka had explained how
their conversation went from one thing to the next. She had briefly touched
upon Kakashi, and told Iruka how she’d been blinded by beauty, and she felt
like a child for having been infatuated.
Hoping that
Kakashi had not stopped coming by to the Ramen shop because of her silly actions,
she’d told the teacher she would feel guilty if that were the case. Ensuring
her that was indeed not the case, Ayame had felt a bit better. As the hours had
begun to drag on, Iruka offered to walk home with her; another normal thing the
two did on occasions. However, something had happened this night changed the
current setting.
Iruka, being tired and deciding
that he needn’t feel so formal began to unloosen his hair tie. It was at this
moment that Ayame had paused in front of her door, back facing the man. She
began to explain that she enjoyed the times they spent together talking, she
took a little pride in the walks home, and she even loved to watch him with
Naruto at the Ramen shop; telling him that he’d make a wonderful father. Iruka,
who was so taken aback at this, let his hand fall to his side as he pulled away
the tie.
“You’re
beautiful, in both mind and soul.”
After that, she had turned to face
him; to see his reaction to the woman that just poured out her heart. The
vision she meet took her breath away, as she let out a gasp. Iruka for his
part, was still a bit stunned as to the words he was just told. He’d never
heard such words aimed at him, let alone from a woman her self who generally
cared about his well being. The young man walked up to her, but Ayame turned
away.
“No…I don’t want this to be a repeat of the
past. I don’t want to be infatuated with another beautiful face.”
“Ayame… those things you just said.
You said them all, before you saw me.”
And she had. And as she turned
back, her heart only beat faster, and grew more at the gentle smile that shined
down upon her.
“You’d make a wonderful mother. Any man
would be so lucky to have you, Ayame.”
“And you?”
“It is but a dream.”
“But dreams can come true.”
With those
words said, the girl had leaned up, and kissed the man before her. From there,
it had only lead to even greater things for them both.
“Well, she
was right.” Kakashi stated, being them both back to the present.
“Oh?”
“Yeah;
you’ll be a great father. Naruto frequently went on about you enough.”
“What of
you?”
“Oh, well
Naruto told me he though me more of an older brother or uncle type-“
Iruka shook
his head with a chuckle.
“No, I mean,
what of you being a father.”
At this,
Kakashi did visibly tense. Well, that certainly caught him off guard. Iruka,
however just laughed very light.
“You’ve
been married, what, two- no almost three years now and still don’t have any
little ones. Either you’ve found an amazing contraceptive, or are abstinent as
all hell; and I’m not seeing that last one.” A smirk was affixed to the
teacher’s facer.
For a
moment, Kakashi glared at the smirking individual, but lost the heat to it.
Knowing the territory he was heading into, Kakashi mental pulled him self into
a frame set of mine he set aside for just these moments.
“We can’t
have any.”
A look of
shock hit Iruka, then one of slight self guilt. He'd not thought the
possibility of them not being able to have kids.
“Oh…god,
I’m sorry. Damn, that was pretty insensitive of me. I just…didn’t think of that
possibility; not too common and all.”
“It’s
alright. I didn’t expect you to know.”
“Uhm, may I
ask …?”
“Hn?”
“Is it you,
or her?”
Kakashi
blinked for a moment, trying to come to a conclusion as to what Iruka was
referring. As it donned on him, Kakashi held up a hand.
“Oh, no,
it’s not like that, no. We’re fine. We’ve just never talked about it, or
brought it up. Truthfully, we’re alright as it is.”
“Oh! Ah,
well, yeah didn’t think about that either. Just kinda thought you’d actually
want kids, I dunno.” The brunette ran a hand through his hair again out of
embarrassment.
“The
thought is one to entertain, but right now, I can say I’m happy, and mean it.”
“Then
that’s all that matters.”
With that,
things fell back into silence, fell back into mission mode. Iruka was solid
stone, waiting for any sign. Kakashi was no longer as agitated as before,
though a little disoriented at that topic of conversation. Regardless, both men
began readying as the first sign of activity sparked, and the three wings shot
into action. Perhaps things were finally turning in their favor.
- - x - -
Left,
left, back around to the old abandoned crate, a right, another long narrow
passage way, and another right; Yes! The exit was in sight. Indeed this mission
had held up its rank bargain. The enemies had been strong opponents and the
traps clever. Not to mention, the object in which needed to be retrieved was
one of great importance to Konoha. After all of that, it was nice to see this
mission coming to an end.
Into
the light, the ninja dashed, beginning the mad dash to the sanctity of the
leaf. However, a few obstacles decided to present themselves. Four rather large
shinobi dropped from above and enclosed the fleer. Well, this certainly was a
dint in the road.
“Look
boys, seems our little toy made it out of the death mine. If that’s the case,
then we’re the only ones left to stop you from getting away. Though I’m sure
that’s fine by us; right?”
“Yeah,
dissection of four; I want one of those leg bones as a prize.”
The
group roused a laugh, as they slowly advanced, yet held their guard – waiting
to see what their prey was to do.
“I
am afraid you will not get your prize, for you see, I value my body, and my
life.”
“That’s
a laugh. They send a little boy to do a man’s job. Either way, the result is
that you die.”
“Correction;
if you do not let me leave, then I am afraid it shall be you who expires.”
“Expires?
Boys, let’s get this pansy and his fancy ass speech.”
A
chorus of ‘Yeah’ sounded off as the closest of the four advanced. He was large
in width size, and wore little as far as garments were concerned. The large man
began to run head on. This was probably his first mistake, as a quick side step
and a light shove on the upper arm sent him sprawling into the forest. Not
seeming to care about their comrade, the others followed suit, thinking they
could just swarm him and get their hits in as a whole. This was, however,
unwise for them.
“KONOHA
SENPUU!”
The
three fell back, all at awkward angles. As they regained their feet, the leader
seemed to get tense.
“Shit!
Watch this kid, guys! He’s using Taijutsu’s Iron Defense attack style!”
The
others nodded, and advanced again, this time with more guard. The outcome was
the same, however as the second body flew back from it’s beating, a third had
come out of no where.
“Mega
Punch!”
Lee’s
eyes widened.
He had no time
to dodge this attack. As such, he took the full brunt of it in the stomach,
flying backwards into a large boulder – the boulder gaining a man sized crater
from the impact of Lee’s body with the punch’s force. The regrouped four seemed
to rejoice and started to give a victory, until they turned back to their
target.
Lee, in all his
years, had taken a lot of punishment. This was no different. After colliding
into the crater, he had begun to sag. However, taunting his legs, and spreading
them out, he dropped from his little hole and stood. Grunting lightly, he rose
back up in full stance, wiping off the back of his jacket.
“What the hell-”
“Kozu, I hit him
with full force. How the hell is he still up?”
“I don’t know
Baik.”
Lee on his part
just smirked and walked back towards the group.
“With that
attack, you have given me permission to use my full force. You intended to kill
me, no doubt, so I am left with no choice. However, just to let you know, I
will not be using my full force for you.”
With that, Lee
stood at full height, left arm behind his back, and right out in front of him .
. . sideway.
Kozu, who had
proclaimed the knowledge of Lee’s attack style, suddenly felt frozen.
‘What. .
This can’t be possible!’
For a moment, no
one moved. Then, in the blink of an eye, Lee charged his first enemy. This man,
Baik, was taken back by the sudden speed the younger was showing, and as such,
has no time to defend him self. The boy jumped, his motion a spin, his left leg
arcing out and catching Baik in the neck. As Lee continued with the follow
through, his foot slipped away from the small cubby it had crated. Right arm
held straight out, palm as flat as possible, stuck the man in the exact same
area.
When Lee landed
from his attack, Baik fell backward to the ground.
He had been
decapitated.
The others
gasped in wild horror. How the hell could someone do that?
Lee took that
stance again. Left arm behind his back, right arm out in front, sideways. Then
once again, he charged another nameless opponent.
“Kyyyaaa!”
Jumping up, Lee
twisted in mid air. Right leg connected to the victims left leg, Left arm
connected and broke in twine the victims left arm. Left Leg came to sweep the
victims feet up and off the ground, and Right elbow connected into the victims
chest. As Lee’s death spin ended, so did the life of the other, who had been
hammered back about fifteen feet from the last blow.
Not even
regrouping from the last attack, Lee was on the third enemy like a carnivore to
a waiting feast. Another high jump to the air, legs this time drawn up
underneath him slightly. His arms splayed outward.
“IRON BLADE!”
Lee’s left arm
slashed across the chest, in a diagonally downward angle. His right arm
followed the same path and arm, only lower. As the second slash connected,
Lee’s feet plant firmly into the ground. The man behind him had been cut in
three. Yet the attack wasn’t finished. With the remaining momentum left, Lee
swerved back to his left, back behind him and thrust out his armed in a punch
like manner. One punch aimed at the man’s chest; the other aimed at his lower
half. Needless to say, the cut man flew back, as did the blood that issued
forth. Pausing a moment, Lee regained his composure, before turning his final
attentions to Kuzo.
‘Is this kid…their assassin?’
Lee took that
stand again, waiting only for a moment before charging one last time.
‘Humph. I thought that clan had died.’
It was the last
thought Kuzo had, as the boy came down upon him.
There was
silence; pure and simple, like that of a cold winter day. Things had been going
in a slow motion for Lee, and only now that his final brush with the enemy had
ended, did things begin to speed back up. Sound began to filter in, as well as
vivid color and smells. As Kuzo’s body fell to its earthen resting bed, Lee
stood a moment to regain his bearings.
When Lee felt he
was together, he turned away, and began his way back home. He made it five
steps before collapsing; his left leg having given out.
“Gaah…Nnn…” Lee
held his leg, feeling along it to see where the source of the strain had taken
its toll. He found the area to be his ankle.
“Why must
it…always be…my left leg.” He grunted to him self.
Lee rubbed his
ankle a little more, and began looking around for something he could use as a
crutch. He knew if he waited to long, that his arms would give out soon as
well. For right now, they only tingled lightly.
With some luck,
Lee had found a reasonable sized tree branch from the remains of the slaughter.
Hoisting it up, as well as himself, he once again made his way towards home. As
luck decided to shine upon him, he had made it back to the village in once
piece, and without any further incidences the rest of the trip.
Lee chuckled to
himself.
“I hope I am on
time.”
- -
x Chapter 6 - -
AN: Thank you, SirCrazlot. You’re review made me feel proud of that
last chapter. Hmm, well I think Sakura would probably be mesmerized. Thought, I
guess we’ll just have to wait and see. Battle
foreplay… Funny you say that, considering I think they’d do just that. Hehe.
Yeah, I’m sure the Kakashi/Gai thing will shock many others as well. Though I’m
glad you’re still sticking with me. This of course goes to all of you. :3 Oi,
onward to 7.
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