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Shouldering the Blame	By : fuyunoakegata Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1328 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Shouldering the Blame, Chapter 1
Pairing: Kakashi/Iruka
Iruka/Kakashi      I like my boys to switch xD
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, fluff, 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, the reason I started writing
again and the reason I continue�   This occurs just before Hato�s
Playing Doctor, but works better if you read it after hers. After
discussing what we�ve managed to figure out from our time line a bit more, we
decided this and Playing Doctor occur about 6 months after Kakashi and Iruka�s
wedding mentioned in Hato�s Along the Way: Ch.10 �
Prancing, so they are married and living together, now.
Oh, and a shakujo is a weapon, a sort of staff, parts of it often bound in metal,
with metal rings on it� if you are familiar with Miroku�s staff from
InuYasha, you know what I mean� if not, Google can provide you with much better
definitions than I ever could
:)

Kakashi trudged slowly through the gates into
Konoha. He had just completed a mission and could hardly wait to get
home. Tonight, his trademark slouch was far more genuine than
assumed. He took the most direct route back to their home, not even
stopping to drop off his report, as the mission was not deemed critical.
He was so tired, he almost wished he still had his own old, lonely, near empty
apartment which was closer, but he knew Iruka would hurt him (or even worse,
withhold sex) when he found out. His love had no patience when it came to
Kakashi�s habit of ignoring mission injuries that would send most shinobi
willingly to the medic-nin, and an injured wrist could never be shrugged off as
minor to Iruka. Also, current SOP stated all after hours mission returns
were required to report to either the missions desk or the personnel listed as
their primary emergency contact.

Kakashi understood the rationale behind the order,
even agreed with it, but tonight it was nothing more than an
inconvenience. He debated releasing the jutsu immobilizing his injured
wrist, but he was so close, now, the extra energy was probably better expended
protecting his hand. There was no way Iruka could say he had willfully
ignored his health and well-being this time... He had managed to complete
the mission with a minimum of lost time and a minimum of injury. Tsunade
couldn't yell either, because he had managed to make it home without totally
depleting his chakra reserves.

He'd be fine after a good night�s sleep, a shower,
and a hot meal, not necessarily in that order. He wearily walked down the
path and fiddled with the lock, weariness and exhaustion overcoming shinobi
grace and reflexes as he tried to open the door left-handed, only to have it
open from the inside. He almost stumbled into the teacher as he lost his
precarious balance when the supporting door moved. Fortunately, this was
enough of a routine that Iruka was easily able to react and catch the toppling
jounin.

Iruka whisked away vest, shoes, mask, and hitai-ate
before guiding the silver-haired man to a seat in the kitchen. Kakashi
opened his mouth to speak, but Iruka shook his head, performing his own injury
check. He felt his lover's head and peered closely into each eye, fingers
lingering over a slightly grazed eyebrow before assessing the only mildly lowered
chakra level. Swift brown fingers felt across collarbones and ribs before
Kakashi was able to bring his right wrist up for Iruka's inspection.

Kakashi actually blushed. "Three enemy shinobi.
I defeated them, but I umm, well, I hit my wrist on a rock. Banged it up
good. I promise I took care of it... really. Used a jutsu to immobilize
it. Everything else is minor."

�We'll see about that, Kakashi." Iruka's
hands hovered over the injured arm. "You'll have to teach me this
one once you've healed. You're lucky you didn't make it worse performing
the seals, though. It's broken, you know." Iruka fought back a
smile at the look of dismay on the older man's face. "Fortunately,
it appears to be a small break. A clean one, too. Your jutsu did a
good job immobilizing it. This was yesterday?"

Kakashi nodded.

"It did an effective job keeping the worst of
the swelling down, too. It might have something to do with the constant
chakra flow around the joint." Iruka continued studying the hand.

Kakashi let himself be lulled by his lover's soothing
voice.

"This is quite clever, actually. I'm a bit
surprised you managed to come up with it." Kakashi just nodded
again, and Iruka smiled. He really is tired. He never even noticed that
one� "There's minimal chakra drain with this jutsu, too, since it
basically just keeps your own chakra flowing continuously over the part to be
immobilized. If you'll release it, I'll heal it for you. No use sending
you to the hospital when you're this tired for something I can take care of
myself.�

Kakashi slowly released the jutsu and immediately
felt Iruka's chakra easing away the pain and stiffness in the joint. He
removed Kakashi�s gloves and examined both wrists closely, evidently
satisfied. "Well, that was easy enough. What else?"

"A few assorted scrapes, cuts, and
bruises. I took a few senbon to the neck and shoulder. One of the
assholes was trying to herd me towards his buddy with the shakujo. Guess
senbon were all he had left in his bag of tricks. They weren�t even
poisoned. Maybe they were just trying to slow me down enough so they
could get away. A few managed to make it past my vest, though. I
couldn�t avoid the whole spray of them. I twisted to keep them from going
into the nerve cluster and that�s when my wrist hit the rock. I put them
in my pack after I pulled them out of my vest and shoulder. Looked like a
damned porcupine. It�s nothing serious� really."

�I�ll decide that. I�ve seen your �nothing serious�
before. Hold on here for a second while I heat your dinner. I know,
nothing heavy, but you need something... � Iruka placed a small pot on
the stove. �Ok, let's go love. I'll check the rest of your wounds
in the bathroom and get you into a hot shower. Any twinges in that
shoulder? Fever, chills, nausea?�

Kakashi shook his head. �Was dosing myself with
antidotes for most of Grass�s poisons before I left the borders, anyway.�

�Just lean on me, Kakashi. Yes, I know you can make
it yourself, but it doesn't hurt to accept help when it's offered, does it?
Just lean against this wall while I turn the water on."

Kakashi complied, unable to do anything else, in
fact, surprised and a bit unwilling to admit how much Iruka�s interrogation and
the short walk from the living room had actually taken out of him. He
sagged a little more against the wall, closing his eyes, listening to the
sounds of Iruka readying the shower and bath.

�Almost done, Kakashi. Kakashi?�

�Hmm?� Kakashi sounded so drowsy.

�Are you okay?�   Concern tinged the
chuunin's voice.

�Yeah. Fine. Just tired. Side effect of the
jutsu. Doesn�t drain chakra, drains stamina.�

�Kakashi, how far away were you?� Iruka knew
his partner and his habits well. He had to ask.

�Not that far,� Kakashi insisted.

�Kakashi�� The name was drawn out a bit more
than normal.

The jounin winced at the tone. �A day away,� he
admitted.

�Kakashi�� Iruka�s eyes narrowed.

Damn, this is worse than trying to pull something
over on Namikaze-sensei or JiJi�
Kakashi sighed. �A day away� at ANBU pace.� He saw Iruka�s eyes narrow
more. Uh-oh�how am I going to talk myself out of this one?
�Look, I know, it was a strain pushing that hard on the return trip, but even
you will agree I needed to get the wrist looked at� The longer I took coming
back, the greater the chance of running into another group of hostile
shinobi. Should I have chanced that? Or chanced having to release the
jutsu and injure myself further performing seals or using taijutsu? So,
actually, I was being responsible�� Is he going to buy it?

Iruka didn�t want to admit it, but Kakashi had a
point. He might not want to, but he had to agree, it did make
sense. He wondered if he had finally lost it, agreeing with one of
Kakashi�s wild proposals, but then he remembered that with Kakashi each
behavior might be logical in and of itself. It was the combined effect
that would drive him crazy each and every time, the outrageous progression of
logic that made sense only to the man�s own brain. Iruka had long ago
ceased to even attempt to unravel the intricacies of Kakashi�s thought
processes. It hurt his head to even try.

�Be fine after I sleep,� Kakashi mumbled.

�I suppose so,� Iruka agreed reluctantly. He
hated to think of Kakashi still out on a mission with the wrist injury.
All it would take would be a single misstep or a moment�s hesitation on his
part to turn the simple injury into something much worse. Iruka refused
to even consider the alternative. He would deal with that particular
hardship if and when the time came, no use dwelling on it until then.
That last thought, however, added an extra measure of tenderness to Iruka�s
touch.

He carefully eased the shirt from the hunched
shoulders and pulled it over the muddied silver head. Maybe Kakashi
actually had told the truth this time. None of the wounds looked
particularly bad, and he was actually willing to sleep, this time. He
stripped the rest of the clothes from the tired man and pulled Kakashi into the
waiting shower. He worked up a lather, spreading it efficiently over the
pale body, occasionally lingering over and caressing a scar as he remembered
the injury associated with it in vivid detail. Kakashi made it through
each one of these injuries, so why should I worry about a few scrapes and
bruises? This time there�s no need for him to lie to keep me from
worrying or because he knows there is another important mission waiting
that is best suited for him to take, or because he simply thinks it�s something
too minor to be bothered with. He really did make it home safe and
sound this time.
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