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Shouldering the Blame	By : fuyunoakegata Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
Rating: PG-13, for cursing
Pairing: Kakashi/Iruka Iruka/Kakashi I like my boys to
switch xD same with Raidou and Genma
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, yaoi, 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 about 3 - 3 � months after the wedding from her Along the
Way: Ch.10 � Prancing. They are married and living together in a house, so the
old apartments are now gone...

Hatochan's Playing Doctor is fairly explicit, guys. DO NOT
read if you're not legal... or if you can't handle some yummy kinkiness... ;)
it�s on the KakaIru LiveJournal and Adultfanfiction.net

Chapter Notes: Yes� Chapter notes again, deal
with it : ) Most sake sets sold today are ceramic, but may be glass or
lacquered plastic. The flask and cups may be sold individually as well. The
serving piece of a sake set is a flask called a tokkuri. Tokkuri are
generally flared at the bottom but with a narrow neck. Sake is often warmed by
placing the sake-filled tokkuri in hot water, so the narrow neck helps
keeps the heat and alcohol inside the flask.

Traditionally, sake is served in a wooden box, known as a masu.
It is a standard measurement, about 6 oz. Today, sake purists shun the masu because
the wood (traditionally highly aromatic cedar) affects the flavor of modern
delicate tasting sakes. Originally, sake was brewed in wood barrels, and the
cedar complemented the taste. As the traditional sake-serving cup and a symbol
of prosperity, the masu still has a place in modern times and is still
used for the purpose of ceremony or to show generosity. In some of the more
traditional Japanese restaurants, the server may put a glass inside the masu
(or put the masu inside a saucer) and pour until the sake overflows
and spills into the secondary container.

Nowadays, the sake is typically served in ceramic cups. The
cups used for drinking sake are generally small cylindrical cups called ochoko,
but may also include flatter, saucer-like bowls. Sakazuki are more
ceremonial cups used most commonly at weddings and other special occasions, but
larger versions of sakazuki also exist for binge drinking. It is not at
all traditional, but shot glasses are also sometimes used. In the United
States, they are used instead of ochoko, but in Japan, they are used
with a masu. Sake stemware is also becoming available.

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Iruka busied himself building up the fire to comfortable
proportions while Raidou set the tray on the low table before Iruka�s battered
but cozy couch. Kakashi and Genma arrived shortly thereafter, and Raidou
brought each of them a small plate with assorted cut fruit and wagashi, as well
as a small portion of the rice pudding and a mug of the tea. Predictably, Genma
held up his ochoko for Raidou to fill. Genma then picked up the tokkuri.
�Raidou, Iruka?� Iruka offered his cup to be filled.

Genma sat curled with Raidou on the couch, feeding his
husband tidbits of the fruit and wagashi. Kakashi reclined against Iruka, on a
pile of oversized cushions on the floor. Several moments passed in convivial
conversation as they sipped and munched. Raidou was pleased to note that
Kakashi seemed to be enjoying himself a bit more and had gained a tinge of pink
to his face. Genma laughingly teased Raidou with a large strawberry, holding it
just out of reach, and quickly found himself pinned beneath the larger man, as
Raidou ate the juicy red fruit from suddenly captive fingers. When Raidou
licked the stickiness away, Genma made his pleasure in the situation (and his
position) well known. Kakashi smiled lazily, body shaking as Iruka chuckled
indulgently behind him.

Emptied plates and cups littered the tabletop, and Genma and
Iruka bantered back and forth, the evening�s beer, sake, and shochu starting to
take its toll on their sobriety. The laughter became louder and the jokes and
stories bawdier, and Raidou even shocked Genma with a raunchy little song of a
daimyo�s over-attentive wife. Iruka decided evenings like this were all too
rare, and blessed Raidou for his foresight in suggesting them in the early days
after Genma�s and Iruka�s torture. It was now a tradition. Twice a month, as
long as missions allowed, the two couples got together for dinner,
companionship, and some much needed downtime, and if said relaxation
occasionally included perhaps a sight more alcohol than was probably good for
them the next morning, no one ever remarked on that. It was a well-respected
tradition among warriors the world over, and tradition was to be respected� Kanpai.

Raidou watched as Kakashi relaxed more and more against
Iruka, and he smiled as Kakashi�s gray eye glazed over, dipping closer and
closer to sleep. �Iruka,� Raidou whispered, gesturing to the pale man. Iruka
smiled as well, softly petting the tousled silver hair.

�Hey, guys, be back in a few. Might as well toss this towel.
If I�m gonna leave a wet spot on your couch, it won�t be from melted snow.�
Genma smirked around his senbon as Raidou scowled at the crudity of his remark.
�Besides, I gotta take a piss.� He grabbed the previously discarded towel for
disposal in the hamper.

�Genma? Since you�re headed there anyway, would you get the
big med kit from the bedroom closet? Top shelf, you can�t miss it.� Iruka
obviously wasn�t going anywhere soon with a lap full of half-sleeping jounin.

�Sure, Iruka, no problem. Be back in a bit.� Genma left the
room, quietly whistling and swinging the still-damp towel.

Kakashi sighed and settled against Iruka, falling more
deeply into the twilight of a half-drowse.

Iruka shook his head and turned to his long time friend. � I
didn�t know till you told me just how much this jutsu must have taken out of
him. I saw how tired he was last night, but I thought that was from the
mission. I would have postponed dinner for another night if I�d known."
The chuunin sighed. "Why does he do things like this, Raidou?�

Raidou gave Iruka�s knee a fond squeeze. �Iruka, you know he
doesn�t do any of this on purpose. He just doesn�t think like you do, and
prioritizes things differently. You know Genma never falls into his situations
on purpose. Although I�m tempted to say that�s because he just doesn�t think at
all, not because he thinks differently.� Raidou smiled in affectionate
amusement. �I know, that�s not fair, he does think. He just doesn�t think
things through to their natural, inevitable, disastrous conclusion. Things seem
to� happen when he�s around, which isn�t his fault, but� trouble just seems to
follow him. Don�t know why I�m explaining, we�ve all been friends forever, and
you know Genma and how he is as well as anyone, and accept that. Just do the
same for Kakashi. You knew him when he was young� use that insight. Don�t try
to change him, try to understand why he does the things that are bothering
you.�

Iruka nodded, obviously mulling over his older friend�s
advice, fingers softly massaging the silver temples.

Raidou continued, �Let�s try it with this situation. You�re
upset because you think he ran an unnecessary risk performing this jutsu,
right? From Kakashi�s perspective, though, it�s different. He was injured on a
solo mission, sensed bad weather coming, and was already cold, tired, hungry,
and lonely. The mission was over and what was the first and foremost thought in
his head? Getting home quickly and safely to you. " A brown hand scrubbed
through even darker brown spikes." Have you noticed anything different
since you got married?�

Iruka�s brows drew together, considering.

Raidou shared his observation with his friend. � It's
something that I noticed about Genma, and even myself, after our wedding.
Kakashi hasn't been injured nearly as much, or as badly. He's taking better
care of himself because he knows what it would do to you to lose him. You came
close to dying in his arms. That had an effect on me I can't even begin to
explain and I don't want to imagine what it did to Kakashi. He was there for
you every step of the way through your therapy - physical and psychological. He
went with you to joint therapy sessions and didn't once screw with the shrinks'
heads. You know he could run circles around them, between his intelligence and
the ANBU training. Ibiki only has two who aren't scared shitless of being
ordered to treat him. The only reason Ibiki's guys could go up against him and
make it out intact is because one of them is smarter than Kakashi and Shikamaru
combined, and the other might just be half crazy himself. My point is, maybe to
him, coming home quickly and safely to you meant that much. He loves you and he
knows you'll do what's right for him, even when he doesn't exactly like your
idea of what's right for him. Doesn't sound so strange or hard to understand,
now. In fact, I bet that makes it a little harder to stay mad at him, doesn't
it?"

Iruka had a considering look on his face. Is it truly
that simple? Maybe I have been trying to change Kakashi instead of trying to
understand him. Kakashi did trust Iruka's judgment. If Iruka said it was a
serious injury, it was a serious injury, and it was treated, for the most part,
with care. If Iruka said it was minor, well, if Iruka said it was minor it
tended to be ignored except for the sympathy it could garner him. Iruka smiled,
the thoughts flowing easily once his friend set them in motion. He accepted
Genma's quirks and flaws; it was time he learned to do the same for his own
husband.

Iruka stroked one pale cheek. "I hate to wake him up if
he's this tired, but I would feel better knowing for sure he's okay." He
shook Kakashi carefully. "Kakashi. Wake up, love." He shook a bit
more, and Kakashi groaned, blinking and frowning as Iruka helped to the couch.
"Hey, babe, sorry to interrupt your nap. Let Raidou check you out and then
you can go back to bed."

Kakashi nodded sleepily and barely stifled a yawn. Iruka
threw a few more logs on the fire before easing the yukata from pale shoulders.

Genma entered with a puzzled look on his face. "Uh,
Iruka?

Iruka turned to the tokujou. "Genma, where's the med
kit?"

"Yeah, about that... What the fuck's up with your
closet?" Confusion warred with annoyance on the senbon specialist�s face.

"Huh? What do you mean what's wrong with my
closet?" Bewilderment clouded Iruka�s expression as well.

"It won't open." Annoyance won the battle.

"What do you mean it won't open? You just lift the
latch and slide the doors apart�� The chuunin raised a brow and motioned with
his hand, mimicking the opening action.

"Yeah, I'm familiar with the concept... Except yours
won't fucking cooperate." Genma made another gesture, cruder than Iruka's
but also familiar.

Iruka's confusion grew exponentially at the other man's
insistence. "The doors are fine. I got Kakashi's yukata out just before
dinner."

"Well it's not fine now. Maybe it sticks in cold
weather or something. This is the first bad weather you've had since you moved
in." Genma flung the threadbare excuse out, irritated at the obvious
disbelief his words were earning.

Raidou began undoing the straps and removing the hated
sling. "Just go take care of it." He waved Iruka and Genma on and
continued unwrapping Kakashi�s wrist and arm.

Iruka followed Genma down the hall to the bedroom.
"What's the deal, Genma?"

"No deal, I told you it won't open." Genma pulled
the doors apart. Or tried to, that is. They wouldn�t budge. "See? Told you
it wouldn't open."

Iruka looked at the door. "I just opened it a few hours
ago..." He pulled the handles and the doors easily slid open.

"What the hell?" Genma closed the doors rather
forcefully and then attempted pulling them apart again, cursing when they
remained stubbornly closed.

Iruka pulled them apart with two fingers.

"Showoff..." Genma clicked the senbon against his
teeth.

Iruka grinned. "I'm assuming Kakashi has the door
trapped somehow. Probably has it keyed in to our chakra so only we can get
in."

"That's paranoid even for a crazy jounin," Genma
sounded impressed.

Iruka laughed. "Yeah, but it's a trait that's probably
come in handy over the years."

Genma grunted in agreement.

Iruka opened the door once more and pulled the kit from the
top shelf. A light touch on his shoulder stopped him before he exited their
bedroom. Dark eyes turned questioningly towards the older man.

"There is one thing you should know, though, Iruka.
Earlier, just before dessert, Kakashi pretty much lost the little bit of dinner
he did eat. " Genma cast a quick glance out into the hallway, as though
assuring their privacy. " I snooped around for a minute after he came out,
but I couldn't sense anything else, no blood or anything, and I couldn't find
any trace of poison. I figured you should know. Once or twice isn't anything to
worry about, especially if he was dosing himself with antidotes for Grass's
poisons, but if it's more than a few times, get him checked out.� The senbon
shinobi's expression was earnest, the concern apparent in his eyes, but not
enough to alarm his friend.

Iruka nodded, thinking over the serious implications of what
Genma was telling him.

He patted Iruka on the shoulder. �It�s just one of those
things you probably haven�t had much experience with until you got tangled up
with him. Kakashi's been doing this long enough he probably mixes up his own
antidote blends based on mission parameters. Most ANBU I know keep a few custom
bottles lying around. Anyway, find out which ones he uses and I�ll give him a
few suggestions, tweak his blends a bit for him. I can give him a few recipes
of things to brew up for some nice little post-mission detox cocktails, too.
They help a hell of a lot with some of the antidotes� nastier side effects.
" Genma made a face recognizable by anyone in the position of giving cough
syrup to a youngster. " It�s actually a shame that some of the poisons
have a nice flavor to them, but every single antidote is just plain nasty.�
Genma laughed at the chuunin's look of surprise, a harsh sound in the quiet
bedroom. �You�ve certainly learned a lot of lessons since Kakashi let his flat
go, haven�t you?�

�Yeah. I know I don�t do as many missions since I started
teaching full time at the academy, but I�ve always been more than competent.
" Iruka leaned against the wall, fingers idly sliding along the edges of
the med kit as he spoke. " I guess everyone has an idea about ANBU and
what that involves, but it never really hit me exactly how much more there is
to being a jounin, too. You�d be surprised how much I�ve been able to adapt and
add to the lessons at the academy, though. I always run the new material past
Kakashi, or Ibiki if Kakashi�s not here, but we did update the curriculum a lot
over the summer, and we keep revising even now.�

Genma nodded and shifted his weight to one foot, thumbs
tucking into the back of his waistband. �We should probably get back with the bandages
and stuff, Iruka. Just ask Kakashi what combinations he uses and tell him I�ll
whip something up for him, okay?� Genma put an arm around the chuunin�s
shoulder and herded him to the door.

�Yeah, you�re right, and I will.� They quietly walked down
the hall.

They entered to see Raidou kneeling on the floor between
Kakashi�s knees, halfway through unwinding the bandage around the jounin�s
torso and shoulder. He looked up with his usual bright smile. �Good job with
the wrist, Iruka, looks like it�s healing fine. Should be completely healed in
two weeks or so. Can you get out some more bandages and antibiotic salve? I
want to re-wrap this arm before I get to that scratch on his stomach.�

Iruka pulled out a small assortment of bandages, tape,
gauze, scissors, and a tube of ointment.

Raidou cleaned the deep gouges on the arm and re-bandaged
them, smearing a generous portion of ointment on the broken flesh. �Not too
tight, is it?�

Kakashi wearily shook his head.

�Ok, let�s finish up so you can get back to sleep.� Raidou
finished unwrapping the long bandage and peeled the gauze pad away from the
gash across Kakashi�s stomach. �Doesn�t look too bad. Kunai?�

�Yeah.� Kakashi never even flinched as Raidou cleaned the
cut.

�At least it was a glancing blow. This will be gone in a few
days.� The tokujo taped another clean pad in place, covering it with an elastic
bandage. �The shoulder wounds were senbon, right? No fever, nausea, cramping,
headache, or anything?�

�Yeah, senbon. Still got them. Put them in my weapon�s pouch
when I pulled them out. They weren�t poisoned, though. I�m fine, just still
really tired.� Kakashi's voice was raspy and low, a sure indication of his
exhaustion.

Genma noticed Kakashi didn�t fully answer Raidou�s question.

Raidou rose from the floor and moved behind the jounin.
�Kakashi, have you been scratching these at all?�

Kakashi smothered another yawn. �Wish I could have, but
Iruka strapped me in that sling as soon as I got out of the shower last night.
They itch like hell, but I couldn�t reach them even if they hadn�t been covered
over. Feels like the fucking canvas rubbed them raw, though.�

Reaching forward to remove the wildly colored bandages,
Raidou was surprised at the heat coming off the man's shoulder and neck. He
leaned closer for a better look and noticed the whole area was swollen and
puffy. �Iruka, go get his weapon�s pouch. Now.�

Iruka turned a questioning glance towards Raidou, but ran
off at the look on the older brunette�s face.

Raidou grit his teeth and turned his gaze on the
silver-haired man, voice even and strong despite the obvious edge to it. �I�m
going to ask you this once, Hatake� Why did you hide this from Iruka? You know
what this will do to him.�

�What the hell are you talking about?� Kakashi hissed as
Raidou pulled a bandage loose.

Genma released a low whistle.

The irritated tokujo ignored Genma and pulled another
bandage loose. �I�m talking about these, Kakashi. These wounds are infected. I
find it hard to believe that a shinobi of your experience could miss these
signs.� Raidou pulled three more bandages in quick succession, favoring
effectiveness over gentleness. �Infected this bad, you�ve got to be running a
fever, be nauseous, and probably have a splitting headache, too. No wonder
you�re so tired. You need to go to the hospital. Now, before they get worse.� A
muscle jumped along the older man�s tightly held jaw.

The men in the room were not prepared for the angered
reaction they received from the wounded. �Fuck you, Namiashi, Iruka checked
them out last night. I�m not hiding anything from him. I learned that lesson,
already." Kakashi smacked away the hands prodding at his shoulder.
"Any problems I might have are from being tired and the aftereffects of
the antidotes I took before the mission. I�m not going to the hospital. It�s
nothing. Is Genma not letting you play doctor at home, so you�re fucking with
me, now?� Kakashi growled. He stood on less than confident legs, fully
intending to storm from the room.

Iruka returned with Kakashi�s weapons pack just in time to
hear shouting and see the jounin sway on his feet. Iruka rushed forward and
eased the falling man into a slump on the floor, cradling him close.
"Kakashi, are you okay?" Kakashi stared, for a moment unable to
speak, before dropping his gaze. "Kakashi?"

�Iruka, he needs to go to the hospital, now. It�s some sort
of infection, I think. The three of us together should be able to teleport him
that far.� Raidou spoke calmly in his deep voice, laying a comforting hand on
Iruka�s shoulder.

Iruka saw the barely discernible fever tremors in the pale
hands and took the silver head firmly in both hands. "Kakashi," he
said slowly and firmly, looking him directly in the eyes. "Look at me. I
can't help if you don't let me know what's happening." Iruka pulled his
husband close and placed a slow, lingering kiss on his forehead.

"I don't know. Raidou was looking at my shoulder and
now I'm on the floor. What happened?" Kakashi lifted his head a little and
the blood drained from his face.

"Kakashi?" Iruka asked. The jounin became
non-responsive and Iruka laid the other man on the floor. Raidou helped him do
a quick injury check. "Hey, you still with me, love?"

"Yeah." The voice sounded weak and confused, even
to his ears.

�Are you ok?� Iruka stroked the pale cheek.

Kakashi briefly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. �I'm
just a little tired. Can we go home, now?"

"Kakashi, you aren't making any sense, we are home. I
want to take you in for a checkup. I�m worried," Iruka saw the angry welts
covering Kakashi�s neck and shoulder. The whole area was red and puffy, with
darker red encircling each wound. The six wounds had a pale sunken area at the
center and oozed a clear liquid. Iruka looked at Raidou.

�They�re beyond anything I know. He needs a doctor.� Raidou
handed the worried spouse a blanket and told Genma to grab Kakashi�s pack.

Iruka looked at Raidou and nodded. He embraced his husband,
pulling him close, enfolding them both in the blanket. He stood with the jounin
in his arms "Let�s go."

Raidou and Genma began the series of hand signals required
for teleportation

"No, no doctors, no hospital! Please, Iruka!� Kakashi
began struggling in earnest as the smoke swirled and with a loud pop they
disappeared.
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