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Undercover Mashup	By : Akaatje Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2427 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Here it is, a new chapter. I hope you enjoy, please let me know if you do! :)
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They enter the bookstore in silence. The salesman notices them and raises a hand to Hatake-sama. “I have the newest Icha Icha for you, Hatake-sama,” he says. He seems to ignore Ibiki.

Hatake-sama smiles at the man and walks straight towards the counter. Ibiki walks up to it as well, and rests his arm on top of the wooden surface. “I’ll be paying for that one,” he says with a nod towards the orange book. It’s the least he can do, after all the teaching the Hatake-sama did.
The salesman frowns. “I set this one aside for Hatake-sama. If you want one as well, I will give you another. This one is with an autograph and I know Hatake-sama wants one like that.” He places the book on the counter and shoves it into Hatake-sama’s direction.
Ibiki chuckles and shakes his head. “I meant, I will be paying it. I don’t want it. It’s for him, but I’ll be paying for it.” He turns his gaze to meet Hatake-sama. “Think of it as a part of my debt to you.” He nods.
Hatake-sama widens his eye and shakes his head. “There is no need for that Morino-san,” he says. He grabs some money from the pocket on his belt and places it on the counter. “Like I said, there is no debt between us. You should not think of it like that.”
Ibiki places his hand on top of Hatake-sama’s and shakes his head. “You also said that we would figure something out, if I insisted.” He smirks. “And I do insist.” Oh, he wants to do more than insist, but that would be unacceptable in a store like this.
Where did that thought come from?
Hatake-sama stares at his hand, now trapped underneath Ibiki’s hand. He glances at the salesman, swallows and pulls his hand back. “Fine, I’ll accept this as a payment for the debt.” He nods and puts his hands in his pockets.
Ibiki smiles. Hatake-sama was hesitating. He was thinking. Ibiki may never know about what, but somehow it makes him smile. “Good, I knew you would listen.” He turns his head towards salesman and places the exact amount of money down onto the counter. “Is this enough?” he asks with a sly smirk. Off course it is enough. He is never wrong with numbers and stuff like that.
The salesman blinks, nods, swallows and takes a step back. “It is, Morino-sama.” He bites his lips. “I do want you to know that I meant no disrespect by acting like this.” The poor man trembles on his legs.
Ibiki smiles again and shakes his head. “It’s fine. Don’t worry. If you sense some tension, that is between Hatake-sama and me.” He glances at Hatake-sama. “He is teaching me and probably thinks his methods aren’t that well defined as some other teachers.” He raises and eyebrow. What he wouldn’t give to see inside Hatake-sama’s head right now.
Hatake-sama rolls his eyes and grabs the porn from the counter. “I don’t think something is wrong with my methods.” There is a red line above the ending of his mask. “You learned something from them.”

Ibiki chuckles and shakes his head. His whole body shakes with laughter. That Copy nin may all say about that, there is a slight refusal to accept the payment for teaching. And that, Ibiki decides, is a strange thing. “And still you insist that a debt is not necessary. That tells me something about you.” He shrugs and turns around, folding his arms in front of his chest and looking down to Hatake-sama. “You are the expert in that area. Your information is meaningful. At least, to me.” He wiggles with his eyebrows and moves towards the door of the shop. “Now, come on, I’ll get you some groceries.” He heads out without waiting for a response.
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They enter the grocery store in complete silence as well. Hatake-sama seems to be caught up in his thoughts. Ibiki has a strange need to figure him all out. To know more about him. To get to know him, actually. What would help him to achieve that task?
“How long do you think your lesson will be?” he asks. He retrieves a shopping basket and walks in front of Hatake-sama. “I mean, if it takes to much time, it would be best if we have dinner together.”
Kakashi widens his eyes, like he hadn’t thought about that. Like getting dinner together is strange. Ibiki looks at him with one eyebrow raised and a smirk on his lips. “What do you think?” he asks. He leans over Hatake-sama and brings his mouth near his ear. “Hatake-sama?”
Hatake-sama shudders slightly and nods. “Well, it all depends on your ability to learn.”
Ibiki laughs and nods. “Well, in case I am a slow learner, and in case we have to go through the material more than twice, let’s get some groceries for tonight. I’ll be making a dish with some mushrooms. Would you like some of that?” In the pit of his stomach, he desperatly wants the Copy nin to say yes. He has no idea why though. It is just dinner. Home made dinner.
Hatake-sama grunts and shrugs. “I think it will do,” he says with a nod.
Ibiki mirrors his movement, nodding as well and smiles. “Then, I’ll gather the ingredients. Grab a basket of your own for yours, we’ll combine the two at the register and I’ll pay for yours as well.” He turns around and leaves Hatake-sama.
He moves directly towards the lace to gather all of his ingredients. Mushrooms, that is the most prominent thing. He can’t forget about those. He silently chuckles at himself, acting like a teenager. It is just dinner, home made dinner, for a comrade. As a payment for Hatake-sama teaching him about things he never knew would feel so good.
He should not thing about it like that. It’s food. Nourishment. For them to eat after the lesson. After they are tired out, sweating and off course, hungry. Yes. It’s about that. Nothing more. Nothing less.
“So, you are going to make dinner?”
Ibiki looks up from the mushrooms with a jolt. He never expected somebody to talk to him, in a grocery store out of all places. As he lies eyes on the person talking to him, he sighs. Hawk. Right. He rolls his eyes and shrugs. “Yes,” he answers.
“For Hatake-sama?”
That is another voice. Ibiki raises an eyebrow and moves his gaze to his other side. He meets Pigeon’s mask. And Boar’s. And Tiger’s. He frowns and shares his glance between them all, only to take a step to the side and grab a zucchini. “I am,” he says. He puts the zucchini in his basket and turns around. He also needs some chicken. “I am only making dinner for the two of us, you are not invited.” He rolls his eyes and inwardly he laughs. Why would the ANBU Shinobi even want to eat with him?
“But, you are cooking for him. It’s home made, by you?” Pigeon asks. He moves over to Ibiki and pushes himself to Ibiki’s side. “It’s you recipe?”
Ibiki breathes in through his nose, looks to the side and nods. “It it.”
The ANBU Shinobi gasp in unison. A cold air moves over Ibiki’s body, it must be, for the hairs, the few he still has on his body, all stand right up.
“Are you an item?” Boar asks with a raspy voice.
Ibiki frowns at that. The Boar’s voice is never raspy. He turns his gaze to the man and notices that his uniform is wet with blood. Right underneath his mask. Like Hawk was just this morning.
“Are you wounded?” he asks. He points at Boar’s uniform. “Or did you just return from a mission?” he asks.
Boar coughs and shakes his head. “No, I’m… no, I’m fine. Nothing to worry about. Although, if you do worry and want to check my body for any injuries, you are welcome to do so.” He opens his arms wide.
Ibiki blinks. He has no idea what to think. He swallows and turns around. The ANBU Shinobi have him surrounded. He doesn’t know why. He coughs. “If you are saying that you are fine, then I believe you. Now, I need some more ingredients.” He stretches himself to his full length and moves towards the direction where he knows the meat is.
The ANBU Shinobi move aside. One of them, Tiger, places a hand on his arm and pulls. “I have one question for you, Morino-sama,” he says.
Ibiki takes a deep breath, sighs and nods. “Go ahead,” he says. It could always be a work related question, right? No, it can’t. Not in a place like this, when he is surrounded not only by ANBU Shinobi, but also by civilians. Who are looking very pale at the moment. Perhaps he should tell them something. To assure them there is no need for fear. Even if there are four ANBU Shinobi standing right here.
“When your debt to Irakusa-san is paid, are you still free on the market?” Tiger asks.
Ibiki frowns and turns his attention towards the man with the tiger mask. “Excuse me?” he asks.
Tiger coughs, looks down, shuffles with his feet and looks up again. “If you are done with paying the debt to Irakusa-san, are you free to, you know… look at other people?” he asks.
Ibiki blinks. “I can always look at other people,” he says. He shrugs and wonders why he should be restricted to do so.
The ANBU Shinobi gasp again and they all take a step closer towards him. “Are you sure?” Pigeon asks. His hand is on Ibiki’s shoulder. Ibiki shrugs it off and shakes his head.
“Yeah. I can. Doesn’t mean I want to at the moment.”
That makes them step off.
“Right,” Boar says, with his voice still raspy. He turns around, grabbing Pigeon’s arm and Tiger’s as he does. “I understand. We understand.” He pulls at the two other men, who protest, but walk with him.
Hawk stays put and watches them leave.
Ibiki raises an eyebrow at Hawk. The ANBU Shinobi huffs. “You know… you may always look at me, if you want,” he says. He coughs and turns around, jumping away. How he manages to do so is beyond Ibiki, but he does.
Ibiki blinks a few times, shrugs and moves towards the meat section. Time to pick up some chicken.
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“Are you ready, Hatake-sama?” Ibiki asks as he meets the Copy nin and Umino Iruka near the check out. He bends his head to look down Hatake-sama’s basket. A cabbage, a cucumber, a zucchini, some strawberries, and a bar of chocolate. It’s the dark type. He is not a fan of sweets, but he likes the dark type. “Our baskets look alike, don’t they? Although I don’t have any sweets in mine, like chocolate or strawberries. Do we need whipped cream? Are sweets a necessity for today’s lesson?” He raises his gaze and smirks.
Next to them, Umino-sensei blinks and laughs nervously. “You know, Morino-sama, the words you just used don’t sound innocent,” he says. He coughs and scratches the scar on his nose.
Hatake-sama turns his face towards Umino-sensei with a blank expression. “You know. We could be teaching some recipes to each other.” He coughs and watches his word take effect. “I don’t know what you are thinking, but I doubt your thoughts are innocent.” The teacher blushes.
“But Hatake-sama…” Ibiki moves closer towards Hatake-sama and hovers above him. “Even if we’d be teaching each other recipes to each other, they can still be far from innocent.” His face is close to Hatake-sama’s.
Hatake-sama remains and shrugs. “I guess you’re right.”
“I mean, look at your items. A cucumber, a zucchini… those are quite the phallus shaped, aren’t they?” Ibiki grabs the cucumber and lifts it up in the air. “And then, you got some strawberries, some chocolate… If I didn’t know any better, I’d say those are the perfect ingredients for a naughty date.” He smirks and holds the cucumber right in front of Umino-sensei’s face. It’s quite fun to tease the teacher, he must admit.
Hatake-sama sighs, grabs the cucumber and nods. “You’re right Morino-san. That reminds me. We don’t know Irakusa-san that well, if you catch the meaning of my words.”
Ibiki loses the smirk on his face and frowns. “Alright. Yes, what are you talking about?” His heart is thumping very loud all of a sudden.
Hatake-sama shrugs. “Let’s get some condoms just in case.” He turns around and walks towards the counter, towards the young lady who is sporting the same blushing face as Umino-sensei. “I mean, you saw the files, but you can’t be sure of him.”
Ibiki nods with an serious expression. “You’re right, Hatake-sama.” He glances at Umino-sensei for a brief moment. “Like the good sensei you are.” He winks and wiggles with his eyebrows.
Umino-sensei closes his mouth and shakes his head. He laughs. “Right, you’re trying to get me embarrassed. It won’t work.” He scratches the scar on his nose and turns to another counter. “Good luck with the lesson.” He waves and goes off to pay for his own groceries.
Ibiki joins Hatake-sama at the counter and chuckles. “It’s fun to see someone under that effect, isn’t it, Hatake-sama?” he asks. What would Hatake-sama look like if he was worked up like that, Ibiki wonders.
Hatake-sama grunts and shakes his head. “It is.” He nods towards the lady behind the counter, who wordlessly scans all of his products and then moves onto Ibiki’s. “But, I wasn’t kidding about the condoms.” He points at the largest set. “One of that kind, please.” The lady widens her eyes, nods and is quick to grab the condoms.
Ibiki nods. “I know. It’s good that you think about these things. Thank you, Hatake-sama.” He pushes Hatake-sama to the side and pays for the groceries. “Now, lets head over to your place.” His heart is still thumping loud and there is a strange, giddy feeling almost, in his stomach. But he ignores it, just like he ignores how Hatake-sama somehow knows Irakusa-san’s size. No, off course Hatake-sama doesn’t know. He probably picked the largest size so that it would fit anybody? Ibiki has no idea how condoms work. Good thing that Hatake-sama is willing to teach him.
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