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Six Years	By : micahn10 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 1219 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. Don't own, don't make money. It's merely for my own amusement.

Title:
Six Years
Genre: Angst/Romance
Characters:
Kakashi, Iruka (kakairu)
Rating: T

A/N:
dark_kaomi asked
me to make a happy ending for my One-shot 'Please Don't', and this is
the result...

Six years.

Six years since
either of them had seen those solid red gates. Six years since they’d
seen them parting to reveal a hidden village, shinobi, civilians,
homes… their home. Six years and nothing had changed.

The gates towered
over all immigrants, just as red and just as intimidating.

Shinobi still
wondered the shadowed paths; civilians still happily bristled amongst
market stalls; houses and apartments remained tall and vigilant.
Flesh, metal, wood, brick, cement and mud. Everything where it had
always been. Nothing had changed.

Chakra.

Both men paused mid
step, Iruka’s hand already holding his makeshift kuni. He
flinched. He hadn’t meant to, the chakra signature was so
familiar it was almost comforting. But six years of self-training, of
only having himself and his lover to trust, his body reacted without
thought.

Kakashi understood
his dolphins reaction better then any shinobi ever could. After six
years of having nothing but each other as comfort, after having spent
six years running, hiding, expecting attacks and prosecution from the
Copy-Nin’s enemies… six years had done nothing to quell
their already substantial paranoia.

Flaring his own
chakra to alert his lover, Kakashi slipped a hand into the chuu -
Iruka’s.

Now that they were
here, he really had to reign in the urge to call Iruka his ‘little
chuunin’. He hadn’t done it in years, but the thought was
still there. Of course, whenever he slipped up, said man was willing
to gently remind him that he was no more a chuunin then Kakashi a
jounin. They’d been stripped of their ranks.

A small price gladly
given for the chance of happiness. Of love.

A gift from
Tsunade-sama.

Their Hokage had
fought tooth and claw for them. She’d played politics hard and
dirty, arguing with every member of the Council, just to give the men
a chance. It was the least she could do, she’d say brushing off
their continued thanks. After all, they were her two best shinobi.
They’d both served and lost. It was the least she could do to
help them gain. And she had literally spent months in a political
standoff, until the Council, grudgingly, agreed to her terms. Then
both men were stripped of their ranks, and banished from the village
for six years.

Unlike the Council,
they’d both accepted their Hokage’s terms smiling,
laughing, loving.

Kakashi squeezed tan
fingers, thumb rubbing circles over Iruka’s wedding band. He
had an identical band hanging on a chain around his neck. Iruka
squeezed back, his body visibly relaxing into the touch, his other
hand returning the stone kuni to its holster.

Using a form of
touch-code they’d devised years ago, a second language to them
now, Iruka fingered his partners palm. Kakashi replying in turn.

Love you.

Love porn.

Resisting the urge
to rub his scar, Iruka pinched the snowy skin between his tan
fingers. Kakashi hid his smile well, knowing the fear of dolphin ire.
He’d had a hard few years learning to hide the smiles and
smirks that so often accompanied actions and comments, but he
managed. It had been four years since he‘d worn that mask and
there were no intentions of returning to the habit any time soon.
Kakashi tried another response.

Love you, Ru.

Much better.

As one - one person,
one weapon, one defense - the couple turned. It was a motion
ingrained into their bodies from years of living and hiding outside
village gates. Always move together, always stay together, don’t
think, just move. If you have to face the enemy, face them together.
Always together. They’d survived this long with those shared
thoughts, so it was natural to continue it into their current
situation.

--x--x--x--x--x--

Wide cerulean eyes
watched them, glistening with raw emotion. His sinewy muscles
trembled beneath white and orange garments. Yellow bangs drooping
about his face. His whole body seemed to quake with the want, the
need to do something. But fear and delicate pale fingers held him
still. The young woman attached to his arm stared equally silent,
turquoise eyes shimmering wet.

The crowd watched on
as each of the four stood ignorant of anything else. Waiting for
something no one else could understand.

Slipping his hand
free of his husbands, Kakashi instead snaked an arm around the mans
waist. They were each others support, each others downfall, each
others light, each others darkness. The extra contact became their
reassurance. Everything was okay, they were safe. And if not…
well they had each other.

An audible pop
seemed to break the silence, the blond no longer able to keep it
inside.

“Iruka-sensei?”

Iruka flinched at
the honorific. He hadn’t been Iruka-sensei for so long now the
title almost hurt to hear. It wasn’t all that unexpected, but
not even Kakashi called him sensei anymore. Not after Iruka had asked
him to stop. Sensei was more then just a title, just a word. It was a
memory of great happiness and great sadness. He’d prefer to
leave well alone - those years were gone.

Pulling Kakashi down
with him, Iruka bowed. “Rokudaime-sama.”

“P-please,”
the blonds words trembled. His breath ragged. “Please don’t
Otousan.”

There was a small
gasp from the crowd. Kakashi pushed his lover gently forward.

“N-Naruto-kun,”
Iruka whispered the name he’d long ago forbade himself from
speaking. There were so many words he and Kakashi had had to leave
behind.

The blond kitsune’s
eyes lit up, a grin spreading from ear to ear at hearing his name
spoken. After that it would have taken more then the hands of
Sakura-chan to hold him back. Hokage robes bristling, body vibrating
with excitement, arms itching for contact, Naruto lunged at his
former sensei. For his Otousan.

Iruka took the hit
with a grunted ‘ooff’, both bodies tumbling back into
Kakashi’s ready grip. Timidly, Iruka’s hand fell to the
boy -mans- head. It had been so long. He had no right, they weren’t
really family. He was the Hokage now. Granted he was a Hokage
clinging to the equivalent of a traitor as a child would cling to his
favorite teddy bear after too many nights alone, but still. There was
a vast difference between them now.

Sensing his loves
hesitation, Kakashi brushed a message across his back. It’s
okay.

Iruka’s eyes
softened, those words sinking into his bones as though he’d
never really believed them before. Surprisingly, he found his hand
ruffling the blond spiky bangs like he always had. Naruto’s
face beamed, while his own hand went fishing about before gripping
it’s target. Unceremoniously, Kakashi was dragged into the
embrace.

“Thank you,”
their Hokage whispered. “Thank you Kaka-sensei, thank you for
taking care of him.”

“I always
will.” Silver hair bobbed as Kakashi pecked his lovers temple.

Pulling himself
back, Naruto turned to the crowd. He grinned, ignoring anyone with a
look of disdain until his eyes met shining turquoise. With a bounce
and a wave he bellowed. “Oi, Sakura-chan! Get over here
already.”

Sakura squealed
excitedly, her tightly gripped hands and tense shoulders sagging in
relief. It took half a second for her body to crash against welcoming
arms, a second longer to swat Naruto’s wondering fingers from
her behind, and a full minute after that before she could finally
speak.

“Welcome home
Iruka-san, Kakashi-san.”

The crowd watched
on.

“Oi,
Bakashi-sensei!” Naruto launched back as though someone had
struck him. “You’d better not have corrupted my Otousan!
Six years is a long time-”

Iruka hit the boy
upside his head and then froze, cold and fear filled. Dozens of light
gasps filtered out around them.

“Hokage-sama,”
he bowed apologetically.

Sakura shifted. Her
concern equally reflected by her former genin-sensei’s body.
They both flinched when Naruto growled, wrenching the bowing man back
to full height. Quite suddenly, Kakashi found his arm encircled by
lithe fingers. Sakura’s eyes flicking from the two men to meet
his. She shook her head, smiled weakly and motioned him to just
watch.

“You don’t
apologize,” Naruto growled again. “You never have to
apologize.”

Iruka nodded. The
trembling relief seeming to run like a current from his body to
Kakashi’s and back again.

“Now,”
Naruto cleared his voice readying his mock Hokage tone. He paused,
looked from one man to the other, then dragged them both together so
there was no need to look back and forth. Again he clear his throat -
Sakura rolled her eyes expectantly.

“First there
will be a formal wedding. It’s been planned for two days from
now, you just have to show up.” Waving off the protests he
continued. “Look, we know you pair got married a few years ago,
but none of us were invited. It’s unacceptable that both my
sensei wed and I don’t even get to see Kaka-sensei in a dress.”

Kakashi, Iruka and
Sakura gave synchronized snorts.

“Second,”
their Hokage ignored them. “We’ve got you a small cottage
just north of the civilian sector. It’s sidled beside forest
land so it’s quiet and there’s plenty of space for
frolicking nin-dogs.”

Eyes wide, Iruka
turned to Kakashi. “Please,” he begged. “Do not
tell Pakkun Naruto just called him a frolicking nin-dog. We don’t
need the blood on our hands.”

Naruto laughed.
“Don’t worry Iruka-sensei, I wouldn’t hurt him.”

“It’s
not him I worry about,” Iruka mumbled.

Kakashi grinned,
proud. Yes, Pakkun was a lively one.

“Anyway…”
Sakura prompted.

“Right!”
Naruto clapped his hands together. “Uh third…” his
face scrunched up in concentration. “Oh right! You’ve got
two weeks to settle in before your new jobs start. Iruka-sensei will
be teaching at the civilian school and Bakashi-sensei will train the
older civilians three nights a week in taijutsu. Under ages will only
be one night a week.”

Kakashi blinked. And
then blinked again.

“So, yeah.”
Naruto scratched the back of his neck nervously. “It’s
been a rough year and we desperately need to train every available
body. I don’t want them fighting any wars, but it would be nice
to know my townspeople won’t be slaughtered while we are. I
hope you guys don’t mind - Sakura-chan and me organized it
all.”

At this Sakura
cleared her throat. She’d expected Naruto to forget anyway, but
it would have been nice if their Hokage could remember at least some
of the common curtesies. Like asking, not telling. “Is - is
that alright with you Iruka-san, Kakashi-san? If it‘s not, we
won‘t mind. We were just trying to help, is all.”

Without looking to
the other, both men nodded their approval. Like their motions, their
thoughts were just another extension. Everything they did was in
constant flow with each other. Sakura smiled.

“Great!”
Naruto punched the air then motioned for them to follow. Guiding his
family towards the Hokage tower, he positioned himself between both
his sensei, arms draped over shoulders, laughing. “Oh, I almost
forgot. Welcome home.”

Behind the blonds
back, Kakashi and Iruka joined hands. Each scrawling the same
sentiments.

Home.

We're home.
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