Gossip | By : emeraldfire84 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1630 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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This chapter gave me kind of a hard time. Super huge thanks to Serenanna for helping me make Kakashi’s life a living hell. Without her, this story probably wouldn’t have happened at all.
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Gossip
The familiar smells of antiseptic assaulted Kakashi’s nose the moment he entered the hospital, making him cringe inwardly at all the memories of times he had to spend here after particularly bad injuries.
Wasting no time, he made his way to the front desk behind which several white clad employees were working and asked an older woman working there where he might find Tsunade.
“Why hello there Kakashi. What an unexpected…surprise.” she said, her winkles becoming more pronounced as her face contorted into an uncertain smile.
The Copy nin couldn’t tell whether the woman was actually happy to see him or not and he guessed that she wasn’t really sure either, yet more proof that Ino’s handy work was afoot.
“The Hokage is upstairs in the medical study, although she doesn’t like being disturbed unless it’s for a good reason.”
“I was told to deliver this to her personally.” The jounin replied, motioning to the envelope under his arm.
“Oh, I see. Well, the study is on the last floor, fourth door on the left.” The woman said politely, nodding in the direction of the stairs.
He thanked the woman and turned to go but stopped when she spoke again.
“Oh, Kakashi sensei, one more thing,”
“Yes?” he said, turning around and fixing his uncovered eye on her.
“It really is a pity you choose a man. I’m sure there are countless pretty girls in this village who could make you very happy.”
The Copy ninja only stared at her stupefied for a moment before saying, “I beg your pardon?”
The woman smiled and looked at him knowingly.
“You don’t have to hide it now young man, you’re not in the closet anymore. I don’t know where this man of yours is from but you don’t have to sneak around with him in the woods at night. If you’ve made your choice then you should be proud. Don’t hide like you’re ashamed, although I must say, I DO disapprove of what you two were DOING in the woods. Next time, keep that sort of thing in the comfort of your own home dear.”
Kakashi’s head was spinning as he tried to process everything the woman old enough to be his grandmother was saying. He was in the woods? With another man? Doing WHAT?
“I’m sorry, I don’t quite follow.”
“Oh don’t play stupid.” The woman teased. “Your secret is out now and the whole village knows you prefer men to the pretty girls we have here although I can’t for the life of me understand WHY.”
Kakashi was only vaguely aware that the two younger women behind the one he was talking to had stopped filing papers and were listening expectantly to what he was about to say next.
“You mean to say that the whole village thinks that I’m…” Kakashi said calmly, despite the utter chaos that was erupting in his brain.
“Why yes.” The woman said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I don’t know who found out about your little secret but word travels fast in this village. You might as well accept the fact that your orientation is common knowledge now.”
Kakashi only stared mutely at the barer of bad news for a moment before whispering darkly, “She’s dead, she just doesn’t know it yet.”
The elderly woman shrunk back from him as she felt waves of murderous intent suddenly pour off his body in waves and the two other women that had been watching went back to their work with renewed fervor, now ignoring the angry ninja completely.
The black cloud hanging over Kakashi was nearly visible as he all but stormed away from the reception desk and towards the stairs.
Everything suddenly made sense now. The quiet classroom, Iruka’s emphasis on being friends with him, Izumo and Kotetsu’s odd behavior, the giggling girls and scowling old women. All of them had heard Ino’s silly little rumors before he had.
He couldn’t believe that little blond brat had the nerve to spread such a rumor about him. He had feared that she would go around blabbing about how he had thrown her out on her ass but the reality of it was much worse. She had come up with a completely fabricated story that attacked the very essence of his masculinity.
She had better hope that their paths never crossed again because if he stumbled upon her, he doubted he’d be able to refrain from wringing her lying little neck.
As he stormed onto the landing of the second floor, he paused momentarily as he heard feminine voices coming from the restroom to his right. Judging from their voices, they couldn’t be much older than Sakura and Ino.
“…but I can’t believe that he was the one on his knees you know? Kakashi sensei seems like the kind of guy who would receive rather than give.”
“Yeah well, he didn’t seem like the type to be into men either.”
Kakashi’s anger quickly fizzled out at the shock of hearing the conversation between the two faceless females. Obviously THIS is what the women downstairs had been referring to when she had told him that some things were better left at home. Apparently Ino had not been satisfied in merely spreading word that he was gay. She had gone the extra mile to add that not only was he romping in the woods with a random man, but hinted that he was in fact the bitch in the relationship. He had to hand it to her, she was thorough in her mess making, and that skill was precisely why he currently wanted her dead.
The anger that had so quickly dissipated began to churn anew, the angry black clouds now forming around him made his previous fit look like a spring shower.
The pair of voices grew louder as they emerged from the rest room, still chatting about the latest Konoha scandal, both completely unaware that the topic of their conversation was listening in.
“It’s just kind of disappointing that I’ll never get to see underneath that mask of his now that I know he’s into men. He’d probably gorgeous too.”
“Well, I don’t care what you say. It gets me hot just thinking about him sucking another man’s…”
The speaker stopped mid sentence when she came face to face with a Kakashi that was so furious, steam was practically coming out his ears.If the Copy nin hadn’t been so angry, he would have found the stupefied faces of the brunette and red headed women amusing, their faces turning a violent red that contrasted starkly against their pristine white uniforms.
“K-Kakashi sensei…”one stammered
The enraged shinobi looked at one girl and then slowly turned to the other. At a glance, he seemed to be perfectly calm but he was practically vibrating with barely contained rage, his body strung so tight with tension that it was ready to snap at any moment.
“I don’t suppose you could tell me where you heard this information from.” He said through clenched teeth, his visible eye burning with an intensity that caused both women to wilt under his stare.
“I-it’s all over the building Kakashi-sensei. I heard it this morning from more than one source.” The brunette spoke up meekly, trembling like a rabbit in the lair of a wolf.
“Is that so?” the masked man said darkly, his rage barely disguised by his façade of calm, cool composure.
“It’s not true is it?” the red head asked despite the ninja’s terrifying expression, no doubt eager to gleam more juicy bits of gossip from the actual source despite the danger of provoking an angry shinobi.
“No, it’s not true.” Kakashi answered, his tone icy enough to make the hallway feel a few degrees colder.
“Aww really?” the brunette said dejectedly, obviously a little sad to have her bubble containing her man on man fantasy suddenly burst.
“Really.” The Copy ninja replied with a finality that left no room for argument. “Now if you’ll excuse me…”
Kakashi turned to continue back up the stairs to the top floor, in search of the Hokage or possibly an explosive note to paste to the forehead of a certain kunoichi. Hell, he was ready to slap one on his own cranium for that matter. And just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse, the dark haired staff member behind him just had to open her mouth.
“I’m sorry to hear about your test results! But then again, it doesn’t really matter does it? I guess—ouch!”
She was cut off by a swift elbow in the ribs from her red haired counterpart.
“Shut up!” She hissed. “You can’t just go around saying things like that! Test results are supposed to be kept confidential.”
“But everyone in the office knows by now.” the brunette whined, rubbing her side with a pout.
“What test?” Kakashi practically growled, drawing himself up to his full height for once as he glowered down at the poor, trembling girls.
“Th-the m-medical exam you t-took recently.” The brunette practically whimpered as she shrunk away from him and his barely contained fury.
“Yeah, the sample came back showing sterility,” the red head chimed in, not quite as intimidated by Kakashi’s glare as her partner. “But since you like guys anyway it doesn’t really make a difference.”
Kakashi’s eyebrow twitched almost imperceptibly at her words. His brain was so overloaded that sorting out the meaning of what the pair was telling him was proving to be very difficult, but he had a feeling whatever it was would be nothing but news.
“What sample?” he said coolly and evenly, his spine ridged in a rare display of proper posture.
A pink tinge bloomed in the dark haired girl’s cheeks as she answered, despite the fact that she was still looking at him fearfully. “Oh, well…it w-was—”
“All I can say is that it’s a good thing you weren’t planning on making any kids.” The red head laughed, scratching the back of her head and trying to make light of the situation.
Sample. Results. Kids. Not planning on them?? The words jumbled in his brain gradually began to sink in and comprehension finally dawned on him.
“Y-you mean I’m…” Kakashi trailed off, becoming wide eyed with surprise as his anger was again forgotten.
“Sterile.” The red head finished for him. “You look awfully surprised. Didn’t anybody send you a printout of the test results?”
Kakashi could only stand there gaping, looking for all the world like he was trying his hardest to impersonate a fish. There was no way Ino had gone so far…was there?
“K-Kakashi sensei?’ the brunette asked. “You received them right? Don’t tell me you’re hearing this for the first time.”
The Copy nin couldn’t believe it. Just when he thought Ino had insulted him to the very core, she found a way to twist the knife a little bit deeper. Spreading the word that he was gay had been cutting but somewhat childish. Telling everyone that he was shooting blanks was even worse and would be infinitely harder to disprove. It was true that he indeed hadn’t planned on having children so he supposed it really didn’t matter but somehow, the thought of being infertile offended his manhood even more than the thought of not being attracted to women in the first place.
“I never took that test.” Kakashi said so quietly that the girls almost didn’t hear him.
“What? But it’s required of all men during their yearly exams.” The red head replied.
“I haven’t had an exam for over two years.” The shinobi replied and there was something in his tone that made the girls step back another step. He was calm and composed, but his voice was low and deadly and his normally placid black eye had taken on a malevolent glint.
“Kakashi sensei…that’s against Konoha regulations.” The brunette squeaked, afraid to anger him further.
Ino was dead. He would kill her bare handed and he would love every minute of it. Kakashi ground his teeth as red tinted his vision. He didn’t relish death, nor did he take pleasure in causing it, but today, he would gladly strangle the little blonde bitch.
Without another word, the Copy nin turned on his heel and stormed away, leaving to very perplexed females in his wake.
“Wait! We could examine you right now if you want!” the red head called after him, but if Kakashi heard her, he did nothing to acknowledge it and soon he was gone from sight.
“You would actually try and examine him? Wow you’re brave.” Her friend muttered after he was gone.
“Are you kidding?” the red head said incredulously. “With a body like that, I’d love to get my hands on him. I don’t care WHAT gender he’s in to!”
“Yeah, and maybe you’d finally get to see under that mask after all.” The brunette teased.
“I wish.” The red head said dreamily before snapping herself out of whatever fantasy she had concocted. “But I heard today that he’s actually pretty darn ugly under that thing. That’s why he wears it all the time. Come on, we should get back to work.”
“He’s ugly? That’s such a waste.” The brunette sighed as she followed her companion back down the hall and away from the stairs that the masked man had used to make his getaway.
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Few things could make Kakashi Hatake so mad that he lost his wits completely. In the shinobi profession, letting down your guard could result in certain death and the great Copy ninja was notorious for being aware of every detail of his surroundings. However, today was turning out to be the day when all his carefully cultivated shinobi training went right out the window to be replaced with blind rage.
The manila envelope under his arm was all but forgotten as he stomped up the stairs to yet another floor. How many levels did this damn building have anyway? It certainly didn’t look this big from the outside. He was vaguely aware that he was supposed to make it to the top floor and find the fourth door but it was becoming increasingly difficult to remember that when every floor seemed to have a new rumor to fan the flames of his anger.
More than once he had heard someone on the stairs either above or below him whispering to another about the Copy nin although he never really got to hear much before they realized he was in the stairwell and clammed up completely, hurrying to their destinations and avoiding all eye contact with the silver haired jounin.
But the pieces he DID hear echoed in his head. He didn’t know how much more he could take of “Did you hear—” and “I can’t believe he—” and “What?! He seriously did that?”. The snippets left him to imagine just what Ino had said about him and the more he pondered, the more furious he became until all thoughts of finding the Hokage were forgotten.
He continued to storm forward driven only by his anger although he no longer had a destination in mind. When he finally reached the top floor, he made his way down the hall in long strides and yanked open the fourth door on the right although he couldn’t exactly remember what was supposed to be on the other side of it.
Without bothering to knock, Kakashi flung open the door and felt his breath catch in his throat as his single black eye met twin orbs of aquamarine.
Sitting at a table in the middle of the room was the very woman who had transformed his life into a living hell. She sat demurely with a medical journal spread out before her, completely unconcerned with all the trouble she had caused for him.
The blonde’s eyebrow lifted in surprise at seeing him enter the room so suddenly, but other than that, the only change in her expression was a humorless smile that spread slowly over her lips.
Her voice was civil enough but there was a chilling edge to her voice that let him know her greeting was anything but friendly.
“Hello Kakashi sensei.”
The manila envelope in Kakashi’s hand fell to the floor as he managed to utter a single coherent word through his anger, his voice reduced to a growl of malice and rage as the syllable passed his lips.
“You…”
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