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Shouldering the Blame	By : fuyunoakegata Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 6
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Rating: PG-13, because Genma STILL has
roving hands and a potty mouth ;)

Pairing: Kakashi/Iruka Iruka/Kakashi      I
like my boys to switch xD same with Raidou and Genma :D

Status: WIP, but hope to finish soon... yes, I know you�ve heard that
from me before, lol.

Summary: Kakashi returns from a mission; Iruka patches him up and
fluffiness ensues. Kinda�

Genre: WAFF, fairly mild angst (it always slips in there if I�m writing
Kakashi, doesn�t it?) HC

Warnings: biseinen ai, coarse language and provocative conversation,
medical imagery, blah blah blah

Disclaimer: I asked Kishimoto-san for several shinobi for my birthday� I
kinda conveniently forgot to put them back when I was done� So
technically they aren�t mine, but I think they have a lot more fun with
me�
Author's
Notes:   Thank
you to Hatochan my sane island in an ocean of insanity� you�re the reason
I started writing again and the reason I continue, despite my doubts and all
the little bumps in the road� this is part of Hatochan�s Tolerant
Intolerant universe and occurs just before Hato�s Playing Doctor, but works
better if you read it after hers. This and Playing Doctor occur 3-3
� months after the wedding from her Along the Way: Ch.10 � Prancing� so
it�s January. They are married and living together in a house, so the old
apartments are now gone... and I know it's amazing, but NO chapter notes
this time...

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Kakashi had a vague impression of a
large, menacing form looming just out of sight. Flames crackled, blood
flowed freely, and harsh cries pierced the flickering darkness. He tried
to move forward, filled with a vague sense of dread, knowing he had to get to
Namikaze-sensei before...

A strong arm grasped him, shaking
him, and if he concentrated, he could hear the voice calling to him. Kakashi...
He stopped, held by the voice. Kakashi... It came again. The
voice became more insistent and pulled him back.

He opened his eyes, blinking a few
times as his eyes adjusted to the bedside light. Iruka was carefully
shaking his upper arm, trying not to jostle his injured wrist and
shoulder. Kakashi took a deep breath, willing his racing heart to
slow. The dream had been so vivid, and he still felt the sick sense of
dread and impending doom in the pit of his stomach. "It's okay,
Iruka, I'm awake."

"I didn't hurt your arm or
shoulder shaking you, did I?" Iruka always made a habit of waking
Kakashi carefully. The jounin had never yet had a problem forgetting
himself as he woke, but it paid to be doubly careful in a shinobi
village. Iruka always shook Kakashi's right shoulder, signally a 'safe
waking' and took special care to not wake him too abruptly soon after long or
particularly hazardous missions.

"It's okay, Iruka. I guess I
was just really asleep. I'm fine. How long was I out?"
Kakashi stifled a yawn.

"A good twenty hours, or
so. I�ll help you up. It's probably a little awkward trying to sit
up with your arm strapped to you like that." Iruka eased him to a
seated position and helped him up. "I'll lay out some clothes and
you can come out when you're dressed. I need to go finish helping Raidou
and Genma bring out the food. Call if you need
anything."

Kakashi made his way to their bathroom.
He'd definitely be glad when he could take the sling off. The stiff
canvas was chafing his shoulder unbearably, and he must have shifted in his
sleep and caught one of the straps somewhere, because the tips of two fingers
were tingling mildly as if they'd lost circulation. Besides, having his
arm strapped firmly to him upset his sense of balance and hampered him far too
much for his comfort.

He awkwardly pushed the pajama pants
down over his hips left-handed and immediately cursed when he stumbled forward
slightly, forgetting his right arm was no longer free to brace him against the
wall as he took a piss.

He cursed a bit more fluently when
he went to wash his hands� errr, hand. Working up a lather was a bit
difficult, one-handed. He splashed some water on his face and reached for
his toothbrush�.

�and cursed again. Quite
colorfully� and in several different languages. Maybe if he had a
kunai? He set down the toothbrush, deciding it wasn�t worth fighting with
the toothpaste tube. He walked back to the bedroom and managed to don the
fresh pants without more than a grumble or two. The grumble was a little
louder when he realized Iruka clearly expected him to wear the waiting yukata
as well, but he grudgingly admitted it would probably be a little uncomfortable
wearing only the bandage and sling, even with fires going in each of the rooms,
not to mention the difficulty of wearing a shirt over top of the sling, and
obviously Iruka was waiting till Raidou looked at his wrist before he removed it.

He awkwardly shrugged into the robe,
reluctantly leaving it hanging open. He scowled when he realized he
couldn�t even tie the black silk scarf he covered his sharingan with at
home. His eyes narrowed as he caught sight of himself in the mirror,
unpleased with the scruffy picture before him, and made his way to the dining
room.

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Genma looked up in time to see a
smile filled with equal parts of joy, tenderness, and possessiveness when Iruka
abruptly paused in the midst of a joke at Genma�s expense.

Kakashi had just entered the room, a
pair of loose dark blue pants slung low on his hips, drawstring dangling
freely. A muted blue yukata was draped across his shoulders, hanging open
across a pale chest covered only in a bandage, a dark canvas sling, and a
dusting of silvery curls. His hair was a bit tousled and slightly damp,
and if you were looking carefully, and Iruka certainly was, you could see a faint
sheen of stubble when the light fell on his face just� like� that� Scars
of various ages gleamed white, pink, and red against the exposed ivory.
His left eye was shut tightly and he trailed a piece of dark fabric from his
unbound hand. The open eye held a look of mute appeal as he held the
scarf out to Iruka. All in all he presented an unlikely combination of
sexy, bed-mussed jounin and cranky toddler just up from a nap that Iruka found
utterly irresistible.

Raidou caught the look also, as well
as Iruka�s reaction to it, and wondered who would be the first to pull a
willing husband aside to an empty room, Genma or Iruka.

Iruka tied the fabric at an angle
over the sharingan, and a tanned hand rested lovingly on the back of Kakashi�s
neck before sliding down to take his husband�s free hand and lead him to the
dinner table.

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Kakashi was ready to apologize to
everyone and return to bed.

Iruka was seated right next to him
at the table, filling his plate and ready to help with anything Kakashi
couldn�t reach. Filling isn�t much of an exaggeration� I�ll never be
able to eat all this. I�d be sick if I tried to eat half of it�
Genma sat directly across from them, using the excuse to sit close enough to
grab Raidou under the table if the bodyguard�s mottled red skin and sputtering
were any indication.

He felt slightly removed and distant from the happy
gathering of friends laughing and enjoying dinner, an observer apart from it
all, instead of a participant. The worst of the previous night�s
bone-numbing exhaustion had been banished, although he wouldn�t have minded
another ten or twelve hours of sleep. And the vague empty feeling in his
stomach reminded him he should at least try to eat some of the dinner he knew Iruka
and Raidou had put such effort into. And really, a quiet dinner at home
with Raidou and Genma wasn�t such a chore� was a much more enjoyable prospect,
in fact, than the diplomatic banquet Tsunade had so kindly �requested� his
presence at last week. But still�

He was feeling rather like the
cranky toddler Iruka compared him to. He was still much more tired than
he had thought he would be when he used the jutsu. Either I�m getting
old or I overestimated how much the effort would take out of me� Or both.
A dull ache was throbbing just above and behind his temples. Stress
headache, because I�m frustrated all out of proportion by all the little
things this evening. That frustration increased when he tried a
mental relaxation exercise and realized the amount of effort it was requiring
just to regulate his breathing and heartbeat. Pffft. Still too
tired to even concentrate properly on even minor things.

Hmmm. Could I get away with just
making my excuses, ripping off the sling, and crawling into bed? No,
Iruka would see more into it than is there and insist on examining me further,
and I�m just too tired for that. Surprised he hasn�t asked me about the
headache yet. He�s probably waiting till I�m lulled into a false sense of
security before he pounces.

He pushed the food around on his
plate, only making a half-hearted attempt to eat. Doesn�t taste as
good as I expected. Odd. Usually, when Iruka and Raidou get
together in the kitchen the food is even better than either of them manages
alone. Maybe I�m just too tired to give it the attention it deserves.
Of course, it was hard to give the meal proper consideration when he was
expending so much effort to use his chopsticks left-handed. A burst of
laughter came from across the table as Genma fed Raidou a morsel from his
plate. At least it�s good to see them well and whole and happy
together.

He frowned slightly as a
particularly wicked throbbing made itself known in addition to the muffled
twinges at his temples. Great. Getting dehydrated, too. Oh
well, at least I can enjoy a few sips of nice, cold beer. He lifted
his glass to his lips, looking forward to the slightly bitter, malty brew and
nearly choked trying not to spit the concoction out when it disappointed.
What the hell? His mood was turning sour very rapidly.

Iruka patted Kakashi�s back,
concerned. �Did your cider go down the wrong way, Kakashi?�

�Cider?� Kakashi repeated, dumbly.

Iruka nodded. �Pear
cider. I thought you might appreciate it more than water. It�s really
easy to drink and will help keep you hydrated. I know by now that�s always an
issue with you. I�ll save one of the beers for you for tomorrow. You know you
can�t have anything before Raidou checks your wrist.�

Fruit juice. Kakashi sighed. At least he
didn�t serve it in one of Naruto�s old sippy cups.

He drank the unsatisfying cider and
choked down a few more bites of tasteless food.

Bed was sounding better and better.


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Raidou and Iruka were carrying
leftover food and stacks of plates and bowls to the kitchen.

Iruka was in danger of dropping the
pot of stew because he was laughing so hard. �I�m sure that�s exactly
what Genma was thinking. Aoba was just here to drop off another proposed
change for ANBU training. Every time someone gets a brilliant idea for
�new and improved� training, she sends the scroll to Kakashi first.
Shizune doesn�t even complain that Tsunade�s letting him take care of the
filing.�

Raidou joined in the laughter,
knowing the jounin wouldn�t hesitate to place some half-assed ridiculous
goat-screw scheme into the circular file, where it belonged.

�How�s he adjusting to everything,
lately? No more incidents like last year? He was fairly quiet
tonight.� Raidou had grown much closer to Kakashi since Genma and Iruka�s
disastrous mission last summer. Recent events had only made their bond
stronger.

�About as well as you, I
suppose. More accepting some days than others. And no, that hasn�t
been an issue lately. I think he finally learned that sharing a problem
and talking about it doesn�t make him weak, and that I�m more than strong
enough to share his burdens. I guess he was a little quiet at dinner, but
it was a long journey back, so he�s probably just really tired. I don�t
think I�ve ever seen him quite that exhausted without being on the edge of
total chakra depletion.� Iruka transferred the leftover food to plastic
containers and placed it in the refrigerator as he spoke. �You will make
sure he didn�t damage anything permanently with that jutsu, won�t you?�

�I don�t think that�s even possible,
Iruka. But yeah, I�ll make sure nothing else is wrong other than his
wrist. You�re worrying too much about him lately. I know things
have been rough the last year, but give him some credit for being able to take
care of himself. He�s been a jounin for well over fifteen years,
now. He�s been running missions for ANBU off and on for almost as
long.� Raidou smiled, �He�s all grown up and old enough to be married, Iruka.
Even Genma can manage to take care of himself with lots of supervision.�

They chuckled as the object of their
mirth entered the door from the garden, covered in snow and dragging the
previously forgotten pack. �Don�t think I didn�t hear that, Raidou.�
Genma shivered, quite ostentatiously. �Next time, you can get the pack, I don�t
care what you promise.� It�s cold out
there.� The tokujou started stripping snow-covered garments off by the
kitchen-hearth.

Iruka hung the damp fabric before
the fire to dry.

Genma ran his fingers through his
hair, trying to dislodge the flakes rapidly melting in the sudden warmth.
�I�m gonna get a towel. Gotta take a leak anyway.�

�Okay. Tell Kakashi we�re
having dessert in the living room. He should appreciate that, it�s a lot
warmer and more comfortable in there; the dining room�s a little drafty.�
Iruka grabbed a stack of firewood from the pile by the hearth as Raidou carried
a tray with dessert, a pot of tea, and a bottle of sake.

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Genma stuck his head into the dining
room. Nope, no Kakashi here. He checked in the guest
bathroom. Empty. Hmmm. Come out, come out wherever
you are� He wondered if Kakashi had ever done anything as normal as
play Hide and Seek for fun. Probably not. If he had, his
opponents would never have asked again. He just would have summoned his
ninken and treated it as a tracking exercise. Genma wondered where Kakashi
could be. Oh well, I�ll just grab a towel from Iruka�s bathroom and
tell him I couldn�t find him. He�s probably in the living room already.

Genma was reaching for the door
handle when a quiet sound made him stop. He could hear the soft sound of
running water, but just beneath it� He leaned closer to the door and could just
make out the quiet retching. Ohhhh. Sneaking off so Iruka won�t
know he�s losing what little he ate of dinner� Bad idea, Kakashi, he�ll find
out. The chibi�s perceptive. He always finds out�
The sound ended, and the running water became louder. Shit.
He�ll close up and hide everything if he knows I heard. Genma hurried
back down the hallway and called Kakashi�s name, as if he were trying to find
him.

Kakashi slowly walked from the bathroom, face still wet
from hastily splashed water. �Genma?�

Genma walked up to the tired jounin.
�Hey, Kakashi, Iruka sent me to tell you dessert is in the living room.�
Yep, he was definitely sick. Doesn�t take an Inuzuka nose to tell
that� Talk about stubborn� anyone else would still be in bed, sleeping
off the effects. Oh well, if he hasn�t realized it yet, Iruka�s more
stubborn than he is. He�ll break him of the habit soon enough,
Kami knows he straightened me out. Oh wait, he�s shaking just a bit,
too. Maybe he did overdo it with that jutsu. �I�m just
gonna grab a towel. Snow got my hair wet. I�ll catch up with you in
a sec.�

Genma snooped around the
bathroom. Can�t smell blood or anything else other than him puking up
his toenails. Hmmm, doesn�t smell like any of those nasty poisons from Grass,
or anything.   I�ll make sure Raidou and Iruka know, but at least it
isn�t urgent. He grabbed a towel, vigorously drying his wet hair, and
walked down the hall after Kakashi. Good thing Raidou made
okayu. It should settle Kakashi�s stomach quick enough.
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