Gossip | By : emeraldfire84 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1630 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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I know it’s been a while and I apologize. Life kinda got in the way for a while. Thank you to everyone who reviewed. Your opinions and feedback were interesting to read and very much appreciated. And now, part 8!
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Gossip
Kakashi could feel the burn in his limbs as he pushed his body harder. He was acutely aware of every muscle fiber contracting and stretching as he kicked, blocked and punched. The way he fought his invisible opponent was so graceful and fluid that he almost seemed to be dancing.
The sun shone without mercy, promising another blistering day but still the lone ninja didn’t slow down as he focused on the pulling and pulsing of muscle, the feel of the air parting around his hand as he sliced it through empty space towards his invisible opponent. His body was no longer his but a tool of Konoha, a tool that must be kept in top condition and so he worked himself mercilessly until the sweat ran down him in rivers. He only stopped when the sun made the training grounds too hot to continue.
He flopped down in exhaustion under the shade of a tree, though it didn’t offer much refuge from the heat. He interlaced his fingers behind his head and stared at the sky in a pose that imitated a certain cloud watching shinobi he knew of. Breathing a sigh, Kakashi felt the tension drain out of him as he forced his body to relax.
Pushing himself like this was going to catch up with him but he couldn’t seem to stop. He had always worked extremely hard, but lately he’d been using training as a way to forget everything else. Unfortunately, he couldn’t train every waking moment and he had to face reality some time.
Now that he was relaxed, his mind began to drift to other things even when he tried to redirect his train of thought.
How many hours had he spent here training the first and only gennin team he had ever had? The grounds were filled with memories of the three youngsters and Kakashi smiled slightly beneath his mask.
But despite the fact that he had spent nearly everyday with the trio for years, he hardly ever saw them now. Naruto and Sasuke were both accomplished shinobi and had their hands full with numerous missions. Sakura was usually behind hospital walls unless a specialty mission called her out of the village and Kakashi did his best to avoid the place, infirmaries being last on the list of places he enjoyed. It had been a long time since he had seen any of Team Kakashi in action and he wondered how much their skills had grown in the meantime. The only person he seemed to see on a regular basis anymore was Ino, but Kakashi had a feeling that even she would leave him alone from now on.
Kakashi had been doing his best to forget last night’s incident entirely, but now, he allowed himself to turn it over in his mind. She had undoubtedly been in the wrong, breaking into his house and tempting him like that, but there was some truth to what she had said. They were both shinobi and second chances weren’t things you could count on getting, because any mission could be their last.
She just wanted to have a good time while she could, which wasn’t such a crime, and had decided that he was the one she wanted to have it with. In retrospect, the words he had said to her had been a bit harsh. Hell, he had acted like a complete bastard especially when he had thrown her out the door sans clothes.
It took a lot to make him loose his cool and in his defense, he had asked her to leave several times prior, but he still didn’t think that justified his actions. He wasn’t really disgusted by her work ethics despite the cruel words he had said. H knew she probably worked very hard, especially when she had to work under someone like Sakura whose talents might even rival the Hokage’s. Looking back now, Kakashi felt a little guilt for saying those horrible tings and bringing about the hurt that had been clearly visible on the blonde’s face, but at the time he’d just had all he could stand and needed to say something to get her to back off because the sight of her had just been to tempting.
Kakashi closed his eyes and for the first time allowed himself to think of the girl freely. The feel of her beneath him had been heavenly, all soft curves and firm muscle and if his self control had slipped even for a moment, he would have gladly kissed her again until those pouty little lips were bruised and swollen.Kakashi groaned in exasperation. Why couldn’t Ino be a civilian or at the very least, a kunoichi with no relationship to his former student?
Well, either way, it was a moot point. After what he had said to her last night, he doubted she’d ever give he the time of day again which, in a way, had been his exact intention at the time. And yet, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret in his chest for alienating a very attractive woman who had only wanted to share his bed for a night and no doubt liven up his sex life which currently consisted of nothing more than paperback books.
Suddenly, the thought of reading the Icha Icha volume stuffed in his kunai pouch didn’t seem quite so appealing. Pushing to his feet, Kakashi decided to make his way into town. Iruka had asked him to deliver some paperwork concerning the academy to the Hokage because he couldn’t leave the youngsters alone and since Kakashi apparently had nothing better to do than daydream about a certain woman he now would never have, the Cop nin decided he would help out his friend.
Kakashi stuffed his hands in his pockets and sunk into his usual slumped posture a he headed back into town, blissfully unaware of what lay in store for him.
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The first thing that struck Kakashi as odd was the hush that fell over the classroom as he entered. The students that Iruka had been lecturing instantly clammed up as they fixed their wide eyes on the silver haired man. Not once during the time he had helped at the academy was he able to make the children quiet down on command so he wondered what made today so different.
“Ah, Kakashi sensei,” Iruka said, putting down his piece of chalk. “I have the documents for you. They’re in my office.”
After promising bodily pain to anyone who misbehaved while he was gone, the brown haired man led Kakashi down the corridor to a small office on the left.
“Just tell Tsunade that these are from me. She’ll know what they are.” He said, handing the taller man a plain manila envelope. “Thank you so much for doing this.”
The mask wearing man shrugged. “No problem. It’s not like we’ve been flooded with missions anyways.”
Iruka’s smile faded and his eyebrows knitted in concern as he looked at his friend, leaning against his desk as he did so. “Kakashi, are you sure you’re alright?”
The jounin was a little taken aback by his friend’s question. “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”
“Well,” Iruka said hesitantly as he absently rubbed the scar on the bridge of his nose. “It’s just that….oh never mind. Forget I said anything. I need to get back to class before those kids destroy something else.”
The instructor pushed away from his desk and held the door open for Kakashi before following him out and locked it behind him.
As they walked back to the classroom, Iruka seemed unusually quiet, almost awkward around him, something that was very strange for the usually warm and friendly teacher.
As they reached the door, he turned to him, seemingly unhurried by the yelling and laughing of children coming from the other side of the door.
“Kakashi,” he said seriously, finally turning to his friend. “If you ever need to talk about anything…well, I’m here…you know…as a friend.”
Before the Copy ninja could ask what the hell he meant by a statement like that, the brown haired man disappeared behind the door and immediately the sounds of noisy children was replaced by an irate Iruka as he bellowed at the kids to get back in their assigned seats.
A little stunned, Kakashi made his way to the school’s main doors, stepping out into the bright sunshine. He wasn’t sure what to make of Iruka’s remark, or the way he had asked if he was ok. Sure he was ok. He was sore and tired and sleep deprived and sick to death of a certain blonde haired woman while being strangely guilt ridden at the same time because of her but he was ok.
His odd emphasis on the word “friend” didn’t escape him either. Hell, everything about Iruka seemed a little off today, although, if Kakashi had to deal with all those children regularly, he was pretty sure he would start to go a little mad as well.
Well, he wouldn’t worry about it until later. He could always drag the normally timid man to the local bar and catch up with him there. For now, he would just deliver the documents as promised and enjoy the weather today that was actually cool enough to be bearable.
Taking out his trusty novel, he began walking down the street, enjoying the good story, warm air, and the absence of Ino.
As much as Kakashi was enjoying his book, considering he hadn’t been able to focus enough to read much lately, he was still not so oblivious as to let the whisperings around him go unnoticed as he walked down the street towards the Hokage’s office. There were hushed murmurs uttered under the breath of countless people and even with his excellent hearing, Kakashi had a hard time picking up what was being said. All he knew is that the closer he got to the source of whispers, they quieter they became until they stopped all together as he walked by, only to resume after he had passed which led him to believe the chatter was about him.
First the suddenly silent room of kids at the academy and now this. Kakashi wasn’t sure what was going on but he couldn’t help but wonder if word of the events with Ino had circulated. He let his eyes slide to the side to take in an elderly pair of women outside a shop looking down their noses at him disapprovingly. Could those looks be the result of him throwing a mostly naked woman out on her ass? If so, it appeared he was in a lose/lose situation because he could only imagine their faces if he had decided to accept the seductress’ offer.
A trio of teenage girls sat eating at the very café he had first overheard Ino vocalizing her opinions of him. They were snickering among one another but fell silent once they caught sight of him and avoided all eye contact until he was safely past before they started giggling behind their hands.
Kakashi strained his ears to hear what they were saying as their hushed whispers started again and managed to pick up a fraction of a sentence.
“…yeah, I would give anything to be in his shoes.”
This resulted in another burst of giggles and by then, Kakashi was too far away to hear anymore.
‘His shoes’ Kakashi pondered, turning the words over and over in his mind. His shoes? Surely they didn’t mean HIS shoes. If the whole town DID know about how he had so graciously escorted Ino out of his apartment last night, then the girl’s comment didn’t make any sense. Why would she want to be in his position? He couldn’t imagine why a female with half a heart would wish such a fate on another, unless she’s had a serious argument with the blonde which Kakashi could understand since he had experienced first hand just how abrasive the blonde’s personality could be.
Leaving the giggling trio behind, the Copy nin continued on his way to the large, dome shaped building in the center of the city, enduring the awkward silences or strange looks he received as he went past. Something was definitely amiss and he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable under the scrutiny of the town’s people,
He made his way inside, feeling refreshed by the cooler air that greeted him. The building seemed unusually quiet this morning and the only person he saw on the first floor was a dark haired chunin who had been assigned the unfortunate task of mopping the wide expanse of stone floor. Kakashi raised his hand in greeting and gave him a signature “Yo.” as he made his way past him to the stairs. Although the young man plastered a smile on his face and wave back, Kakashi thought he had caught another expression on his face before the face smile had been firmly put in place. It almost looked like…disdain?
As he mad his way up the endless stone stairs, Kakashi was growing increasingly perplexed. He was sure he had never spoken to the boy in his life and had only seen him around the village once or twice since he had only recently gained chunin rank at the last set of exams. Why would the younger ninja have any reason to dislike him? The Copy nin’s gaze then fell to the book in his hand.
Well, that might do it. Kakashi was well aware that not everyone shared his appreciation for literary porn…and yet, the thought lingered in Kakashi’s head that if the young man had heard abut the incident, the fleeting frown might have been because the masked man didn’t jump the kunoichi’s bones when he had the chance like every other hot blooded male would probably do.
Coming at last to the floor on which the Hokage’s office was located, Kakashi made his way down the hallway only to have his path blocked by a large bookcase on its side as two men struggled to move it down a perpendicular corridor.
“Kotetsu, I thought I told you to bring it more to the right.” The first ninja grumbled, readjusting his grip on the heavy wooden object.
“Well, maybe if you moved your hair out of you eyes you’d see that it needs to come to MY right, not yours.” The second ninja shot back.
Kakashi nearly chuckled at the sight of Izumo and Kotetsu struggling. He did not envy either man for a moment considering they were practically Tsunade’s personal slaves. Every time he came by the office she had them performing some menial task and no matter how insignificant it seemed, it was common knowledge that there’d be hell to pay if her orders weren’t carried out precisely.
“Excuse me,” Kakashi said, ducking under the bookcase. “Do either of you know where the Hokage is?”
“Oh, hey there Kakashi, I didn’t even notice you there.” Kotetsu chuckled nervously, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his head sheepishly before he realized he couldn’t support the weight of the bookcase with one hand and grabbed it again before it went crashing to the floor.
“The Hokage isn’t in at the moment.” Izumo answered. Kakashi found it strange that his eyes were darting around nervously, trying to look at everything at once except for the person he was talking to.
“Well, if that’s the case, could you leave this on her desk then? Iruka asked me to bring it to her.” Kakashi answered, showing the envelope to the man with bandages across the bridge of his nose.
Kotetsu carefully lowered his side of the bookcase and took the envelope from him, pulling the contents out just enough for his eyes to scan the heading.
“Oh, this must be the new genin teams Iruka sensei put together. I think the Hokage said she wanted this right away.”
Izumo nodded in confirmation, the eye not obscured by dark hair finally coming to rest on him. “I think she said she would be at the hospital most of today. It would be best if you took this there yourself.”
Kakashi’s shoulders visibly slumped as his customary slouch became more pronounced. Damn it, he hated hospitals and made a point to stay as far away as humanly possible from them. He never showed up to his appointed medical exams and if he ran into Tsunade in a clinical setting, she just might force him to have a check up on the spot. Being poked and prodded was not how he had planned to spend his afternoon but if it was unavoidable, then so be it.
“She’s working you guys so hard you can’t take a little detour over to the hospital?” Kakashi asked hopefully, trying to get out of delivering the package.
“Are you kidding?” Kotetsu scoffed, picking up his end of the bookcase once again. “She told us she wants her whole office feng shuied while she’s out today.”
“Although, I don’t know why that includes us bring in a bookcase from two floors down. It’s not like she doesn’t have enough books in the room already.” Izumo grumbled irritably, grudgingly picking up his end of the solid piece of furniture as well.
Kakashi sighed in defeat. It looked as though a trip to the hospital was unavoidable. Wishing the duo good luck and waving a farewell, Kakashi made his way back down the corridor towards the stairs.
As he departed, he could feel two sets of eyes fixed upon him, practically burning holes in his back. He wondered why neither of them had seemed particularly willing to look him in the eye and yet were staring at his back with unusual intensity. If they indeed had so much work to do shuffling furniture in the Hokage’s office, why were they looking at him like he was so damn interesting?
Kakashi trudged down the stairs back to the first floor. The mysterious floor mopper had apparently finished his work and was nowhere in sight. No matter where the masked man went, he seemed to attract strange looks. There was almost no doubt in Kakashi’s head that Ino had used her talent for rumor spreading against him. He wondered just how many people she had opened her big mouth to, making him out to be some sort of abusive monster. Well, the damage had been done apparently and he would have no choice but to endure it until the next scandal came along and people had something more interesting to whisper about. Until then, he had a mission to go to the hospital, get in, get out and hope to God that Tsunade didn’t decide to make him stay a second longer than he had to.
Flipping open his book but keeping his ears open to the conversations around him, Kakashi began walking towards the hospital, hoping to overhear enough to clue him in to what exactly was circulating around in Konoha, not that he could do much about it. As things were now, he doubted he would ever have to speak much with the teal eyed kunoichi ever again.
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And the plot thickens. Chapter 9 is already under way so I hope to get that out soon. As always, reviews wanted, especially for this chapter since I know you guys must be scratching your heads a little.
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