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High School Never Ends	By : SqueakyNinja Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1132 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto nor do I make any profit out of this, I just get a nosebleed.

Chapter List
- 1-April
- 2-May
- 3-June
- 4-July
- 5-August
- 1
- 2
A/N: The long
awaited start of my giant KakaIru fanfic has arrived! *crickets chirp* lol
Anyways, here is my little baby and the start of all of it! Enjoy!
Month: April

Pairing(s): KakaIru, Minor Others

Chapter Rating: PG

Word Count: 7006 words

Chapter Summary: The one time Iruka is late maybe the one time he regrets... or
not.

Betas: Kaomi-Uchiha + ThunderEmperorRaite

--- The sun
shined in through the delicate shades and rested upon a young boy in his bed,
no older then the age of fifteen. He twisted away from the sun, rubbing his
dreary eyes. He took one glace at his little dolphin alarm clock ticking away
and let out a blood-chilling scream.
He
immediately jumped out of bed, removing the covers and ran to the bathroom.
I can't
believe it! It's already 8:15! Why didn't my alarm go off?! I can't be late, I
can't be, not on the first day!
Quickly,
he grabbed a toothbrush and shoved it in his mouth while trying to fix his
long, chestnut hair up in a ponytail. After a few minutes of freshening up, he
quickly ran back to his room and rummaged through his closet to find his school
uniform. First socks, then the black pants. He couldn't resist not looking back
at the clock while fitting his shirt on.
Shit!
Shit! I'm going to be late! Screw breakfast!
The
young boy swiftly threw his bag over his shoulder and reached for his ocean
blue bike behind the front door.
The city
of Konoha was bustling that morning. Merchants started to open their shops.
People were already being stuffed into the subways and many others chose other
ways of transportation to get around the city. Today was going to be more
crowed than usual. Today was the first day of school for many new and returning
students.
"Ok.
It's 8:23. I should be able to make it now," the boy said, looking at his
watch as he sped down the street to his new school.
Nothing
can stop me now.
Suddenly,
practically as if on cue, did another tall, slender boy came from around the
corner right into the boy's bike path. There was no time for a warning. No time
to react.
The boy
on the bike flew off and hit the ground hard while the other fell back, able to
brace the impact of the pavement with his arms.
"Sorry!
I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" the young boy said as he tried to recover. He
took another gander at his watch, now sporting a new crack in it. At least it
still worked.
8:27?!
Shit!
He
hastily shoved his books back into his bag and took a quick glance back at his
bike. To say that it was broken was an understatement. The front wheel was bent
in, the chain seemed to have been ripped off, and handle bars were bending in
different angles, and the seat had cracked off. To be honest, it was an old bike.
It already had rusted on some parts. But there was something else to the bike
that made the boy hold back his tears. He had no choice at this point. He
grabbed what he could salvage from the wreck and ran to the school, forgetting
all about the other victim of the accident. The other boy recovered quickly,
still a little hazy from the hit and run. As he stooped down to pick up the
little orange book he was reading before he was hit, he noticed something else
in the corner of his eye.
"Umino
Iruka, eh?" the boy read off from the school ID found in the other's
wallet. He let out a slight chuckle.
Iruka
didn't even bother to lock up his bike as anyone would be a fool to steal it
the way it was now. He finally arrived. Outside along the brick fence around
the school read in bold writing 'Konoha Gakuen.' It was one of five of the most
prestigious high schools in the country. Iruka knew he could easily pass the
entrance exam to enter the nearest one of the five. He had been cramming for
the entrance exam since he was five. That was after he learned his parents had
attended the same high school and it was where the two first met. He wanted to
keep a legacy by continuing to go to the same high school. Iruka removed his
shoes and slipped right into the school's mandatory slippers.
"1-B�
1-B�" Iruka said to himself trying to find his homeroom class. He placed
one hand on the handle, took a deep breath, and let out a sigh before opening
the door.
The
classroom was still filled with students all over the desks and reminiscing
with each other.
Good,
the sensei is late too. Then no one will notice that I'm late!
A scream
suddenly roared over the crowd.
"Hey!
Iruka! You're late!" Iruka laughed it off. It was typical behavior for
Kotetsu to do something like that. Iruka sauntered off in the direction of the
voice in the back corner of the room. Iruka laughed again when he noticed that
Kotetsu was with his best friend Izumo. It seemed nothing would separate the
two, not even high school.
"Hey,
why so late Iruka? I thought you were the one to be on top of things,"
Kotetsu pointed out.
"Stop
teasing him. This should be a great moment! We're in the same homeroom
again!" Iruka had always seemed to be in the same homeroom class with the
two since they started elementary school. The trio didn't hit it off right
away, what with Kotetsu pulling many pranks on Iruka. But after it seemed that
Iruka had a few tricks up his sleeve to prank Kotetsu back did they start to
become the best of friends. Iruka sat down in front of Izumo, right next to the
window and set his books off to the side.
"Do
you guys know where our sensei is?" Iruka turned around and asked.
"How
the hell should I know?" Kotetsu scoffed. Izumo and Iruka both glared at
him.
"From
what I heard, he is this young guy," Izumo whispered to Iruka.
"Supposedly he is some sort of young prodigy and former student here. He
just started a family a few years ago as well. Heard his son is a handful so I
wouldn't be surprised if his son is holding him up."
Suddenly
the door was open in one swift push, clashing against the wall and surprising
the other students. Izumo was right. The tan man seemed to be so young. He
could not be much older than thirty. His blond hair was a big mess, seemed as
if the man hadn't bothered to fix it after rolling out of bed. He covered his
mouth, trying to suppress a giant yawn as he swayed over to the desk at the
front of the room. He placed his bag down and immediately turned around and
grabbed a piece of chalk. He slowly began to write on the board, each stroke
slower than the one before. The man swayed back and forth before his head went
crashing right into the board, causing an uproar of laughter from the students. This is
our new sensei? Iruka thought to himself as he just as guiltily suppressed a
slight giggle. The man quickly recovered and shook his head a few times.
"Well
that seemed to have woken me up a bit," he said to himself and continued
to finish what he had started. He placed the chalk down and faced the rest of
the class. "Ohayou gozaimasu. My name is Namikaze Minato and I will be
your homeroom sensei for the school year. You may call me Minato-sensei.
Namikaze-sensei makes me sound old." It was only when he fully presented
himself did everyone get a good look at him. He was much more than just a young
blond. He was a hot, young blond. Perfect with a pair of light blue eyes. The girls
shrilled and sighed at their sensei's appearance only to moan at the sight of a
lone gold ring on his left ring finger. Married.
"Ok,
let's start with roll call," Minato stated as he grabbed a piece of paper
from his bag. He went down the list.
"Hagane
Kotetsu." Kotetsu responded. He continued on.
"Kamizuki
Izumo" Izumo responded as well
"Mitarashi
Anko." A punkish girl with spiky purple hair tied back raised her hand and
grinned. The trio of boys in the corner quivered in fear at the mention of that
name. She's in here too?! They
seemed to think in sync. Anko was with them in elementary school. If there was
anyone worse than Kotetsu, it was her. Not necessarily were her pranks better
then Kotetsu's but it was how she would handle them that would scare people.
Kotetsu still shook in remembrance of the one time she posed as a boy for the
day and was able to take picture of the boys that day in the locker room.
Luckily for Iruka, he was home sick that day.
Minato
continued along naming off more students.
"Umino
Iruka." Iruka raised his hand in response. It seemed the name was
overheard since suddenly the classroom door was opened.
"Sorry
to interrupt the class, sensei. Did you just say 'Umino Iruka?'"
Everyone's attention was drawn to him and immediately the girls were in silent
awe. Some of the boys were too. Iruka was as well but not for the same reasons.
It was
the same guy he ran into this morning! There was no doubt about it. He had the
same height, same complexion, the same wild silver hair, the same facemask.
Except now he was in a school uniform, the same as the one Iruka was wearing. He goes
to this school too?!
"Kakashi!
What brings you here today?" Minato asked. The girls swooned at the
mention of his name.
"I
was walking by, trying to decide if I wanted to attend class or not, when I
heard that name. Is he here?" Kakashi asked. The girls immediately froze
and became mute. Iruka was taken aback and started to shake. What
does he need me for?
"Here
he is!" Kotetsu yelled, lifting Iruka's arm straight into the air.
"Kotetsu!
Stop!" Iruka snapped back. By the time he turned back to face the front of
the class, Kakashi was immediately standing right next to him. Eh?! So
fast!
"Here.
I believed this is yours," Kakashi said in a sultry voice, presenting
Iruka with his missing wallet. Iruka gave Kakashi quite a puzzled look.
"You dropped it when you ran into me and left me to die on the
sidewalk," Kakashi said, smiling behind his mask. On instinct, Iruka
blushed and wearily grabbed his wallet back from the boy.
"Thank
you," he whispered. Kakashi just smiled more. Iruka suddenly gasped at the
sudden feeling of many glares eyeing him, feeling the killing instinct behind
them.
"Well
now that that is settled, I think it's time for you to go back to class,
Kakashi," Minato pointed out.
"But
like I said, I was just walking by trying to-"
"Now
Kakashi before I get an earful from Rin-chan," Minato interrupted. Kakashi
sighed and gave in. He turned away and went toward the door. He paused briefly
at the entryway and turned back towards Iruka.
"Hope
to see you around� Iruka-kun," Kakashi teased. With that, the boy turned
around and closed the door behind him before a word was said. Iruka was left
gawking at the door, his facial scar highlighted by his beet red cheeks. The
glares focused on him just grew immensely.

"Hey
Iruka-kun!" Kotetsu teased at Iruka during lunch.
"Kotetsu!
Knock it off!" Iruka chided.
"Remember
last time you got Iruka mad, Kotetsu?" Izumo pointed out, munching on
piece of sushi. "You practically lived in the bathroom for a whole
week."
"Like
I should have known that Iruka spiked my sukiyaki with laxatives."
"I
can do it again if you want�" Iruka glowered at Kotetsu and the boy's
lunch. Kotetsu froze immediately, his food only an inch away from his open
mouth. Sweat started to drip down his forehead after remembering the nights
hugging the toilet seat.
"Suddenly,
I lost my appetite," Kotetsu sighed as he pushed his lunch away. Iruka
continued to look at Kotetsu with that same fierce look. Kotetsu noticed and
continued to shiver in fear. Suddenly, Iruka's scowl became a burst of laughter
that just seemed contagious as Izumo started to laugh as well. Kotetsu just
groaned.
"Then
let me go get you something from the vending machines," Iruka offered.
Kotetsu immediately took up on the nice gesture.
"But
who would have known our own Iruka knew of the Hatake
Kakashi," Izumo mused as Iruka was getting up. Iruka froze. This was the
exact conversation he was trying to find an excuse to avoid. Iruka's ploy to
get lunch seemed obvious to Izumo.
"Hatake
Kakashi?" Iruka questioned. "Don't tell me you guys are hung up on
him too. It's not like there's something special about him."
"He
is only the hottest senior in the whole school district!" Anko abruptly
interrupted. The trio jumped out of their seats in shock.
"Anko!
Don't do that!" Kotetsu shouted.
"Aww,
but why not? Why can't I? Don't you love me Kotetsu?" Anko purred in
Kotetsu's ear.
"No
one likes you here Anko!" Izumo shouted back, defending his friend.
"But
then how is Iruka supposed to know about Hatake-senpai?" Anko asked.
"Who
said I wanted to know him? I don't!" Iruka protested.
"Well
said, Iruka! The more you don't know him, the less fans there are to try and
kill you!" Anko laughed. Iruka felt a chill run down his spine as he was
reminded of the constant glares he got from his fellow classmates ever since
Kakashi made his presence known. "Hatake-senpai is such a catch�"
Anko lovingly sighed. Iruka continued to groan. He was not in the mood to hear
all this from Anko.
When
everyone's attention was drawn to Anko, Iruka used it to his advantage and
slipped away to the hallway. He continued down the school hallway passing by
some of the other classrooms. He passed by one other freshman class, one with
some familiar faces. He took a quick peek from behind the door.
In the
corner with mounds of tissue on his desk was Gekko Hayate. Everyone knew he was
a sick kid and was surprised he could at least function like a normal person.
Over her shoulder providing him with pills and support was Uzuki Yuugao. It was
obvious to everyone that Yuugao liked Hayate. She would not deny it though if
the subject came to light. Seemed as though Hayate was the only one unable to
see the obvious situation. But Iruka's main point of focus was toward someone
else in another corner trying to make a hit on an unsuspecting student: Touji
Mizuki. Iruka knew the boy well. They had attended the same classes together
many times. At one time, they were even best friends. But something changed in
Mizuki one day. The sweet, fun loving Mizuki he once knew turned cold and
hateful. Iruka shook his head to block out the painful memories. He never
wanted to be reminded of them again. Iruka could not believe though that Mizuki
had gotten accepted at Konoha. At least they weren't in the same homeroom. At
least it seemed like Mizuki was busy with another person to be with. It was a
girl with dark eyes and long violet hair. Iruka thought back and could only
remember her slightly from junior high.
Iruka
walked along, trying to avoid any unnecessary noise that would get Mizuki's
attention. Kami forbid he knew that the both of them were attending the same
school. Iruka stepped out into the bright noon sky and went over to check one
of the vending machines. But he was not prepared to see him again so
soon. Standing right in front of one of the machines, waiting for his tea to
fully dispense was the same boy that had made Iruka's first day of school a
mess. Hatake Kakashi.
Iruka
quickly turned around, hopeful that the boy did not see him. It didn't work.
"Oi
Iruka-kun!" Kakashi called out to the younger boy. Iruka immediately
turned beet red.
"Don't
scream things out like that!" Iruka turned and screamed at Kakashi.
"At
least I got your attention," Kakashi pointed out. Iruka grunted and
decided it was best to pay back Kotetsu another day.
"Hey
now. Why are you leaving already? Didn't you need to get something from the
machines?" Kakashi asked, once again right beside Iruka in a flash. Iruka
jumped. How does he do that?
"It's
okay. I don't need anything," Iruka brushing it off.
"Nonsense!"
Kakashi declared, pushing Iruka back toward the machines. Iruka struggled but
it seemed that Kakashi's strength was much greater than he had let on. Iruka
eventually gave up and allowed himself to be shoved toward the vending
machines. I don't care what the hell Kotetsu wanted. He's eating whatever
I'm getting him! Iruka mumbled to himself as he picked out some flavored bread.
"Thank
you, Hatake-senpai. Goodbye," Iruka trailed off, avoiding direct eye
contact with the other boy.
"Senpai?
What's with the formalities, Iruka-kun?" Kakashi pestered.
"What's
with you and calling me Iruka-kun?!" Iruka retorted. "Ever since you
came into my class and called me that, everyone's been on my back about
it!"
"You
should ignore them then."
"I
can't!"
"You
should." Kakashi told him. Iruka just growled deep in his throat at the
boy, not understanding the situation he had put Iruka in. Yet, in the end,
Iruka gave up. There was no way talking with this guy. Iruka sighed and
continued to walk past, heading away from the silver haired boy and toward
class. But he could not shake off the feeling he was being followed.
"Now
why are you following me around like some sort of lap dog?!" Iruka snapped
at the boy he knew was behind him.
"Can't
risk you dropping your wallet again," Kakashi responded facing away from
Iruka. Just ignore him. Might as well take his advice and use it against
him. Iruka continued to walk back to class, aware that the older boy
was walking in sync with him only a few steps away. Iruka opened the door to
his homeroom and before a word could be said, he shut the door behind him
locking Kakashi out. Iruka continued to storm back to his friends, still
talking about how great Kakashi was.
"Here!"
Iruka exclaimed, throwing down the flavored bread on Kotetsu's desk.
"But
I asked for-" Kotetsu started.
"I
don't care! You'll eat what I got you!" Iruka screamed. He stormed over to
his desk and slumped down in his chair and buried his head in his arms,
refusing to look up. His friends made note to not bother him for the rest of
the day.
The rest
of the school day went as smoothly as possible. There were some snickers and
jerks when Iruka's name was called. But the room immediately went mute when
Iruka would give out one of his menacing glares. When the last bell rang, Iruka
quickly packed up his things and headed out the door, ignoring even a simple
goodbye gesture. Iruka locked up his slippers and donned on his sneakers and
headed out to his piece of shit of a bike. Yet there was a problem.
You've
got to be kidding me�
Where
Iruka last left his bike stood no bike.
Probably
stolen for parts or something. Iruka
moaned. Could this day get any worse? On cue,
a raindrop fell on top of Iruka's head and soon a downpour started. Iruka stood
still, gritting his teeth. He didn't have time to check today's forecast. He
had no idea it was going to rain. So he had no idea to pack an umbrella. I didn't
mean literally! Iruka cursed to himself.
"Need
some help?" a voice called out from behind. Another chill ran down Iruka's
spine, locking him in place, preventing him from turning around. His eyes went
wide and felt his throat close up. "Now, now, don't be like that
Iruka."
Mizuki.
"Nah,
that's ok," Iruka said wearily.
"Come
on, Iruka. It's been, what, four years since we saw each other? We need some
time to catch up!" Mizuki purred, placing his arm around Iruka. In his
mind, Iruka was screaming. But all he could do was stand still, continuing to
not look back at Mizuki. "At least look at me Iruka," Mizuki teased,
caressing Iruka's cheek with his fingers. But the young boy stood firm and
silent.
"Listen,
Mizuki. I need to get-"
"I
said look at me!" Mizuki roared as he forcefully grabbed Iruka's face and
forced him for them to look face to face, a mere few inches separating them.
"There, now isn't that better?" Mizuki cooed. Iruka just looked at
him with eyes wide and filled with fear. "Still sporting that scar I
see," Mizuki stated, brushing his thumb along the scar on Iruka's face
that crossed his nose, connecting one cheek to the other. "Too bad. It
ruins that perfect, cute, little face of yours."
"I
think it fits his perfect, cute, little face perfectly," another voice
interjected. Mizuki turned around, but Iruka barely glanced away.
Kakashi�
"Oi,
why do you care, Hatake?" Mizuki scoffed.
"First
off, it's Hatake-senpai to you. And two, because I am holding his
umbrella," Kakashi said, holding up a pine green umbrella. Mizuki sneered
and removed his grip on Iruka. Finally was the young boy able to breathe again.
"Maybe
we'll see each other around, Iruka!" Mizuki smiled back, acting as if
nothing had happened. Iruka just continued to stare, still edgy over the
confrontation. Kakashi noticed.
"I
think it's time we go. Where's your bike?" Kakashi asked, holding the
umbrella hovering it over both of them. There was a brief pause before Iruka
responded.
"It
was stolen�" he whispered.
"Really
now� that's a shame. Sorry to hear that." Iruka stood back a little in
shock. What? No smart ass remark? No jokes? "I
think it's time we got going before it starts to rain even harder." Iruka
paused a little, considering the gesture. Eventually, he nodded.
The two
walked away from the school, both walking side by side with the umbrella in
between them. Neither said a word or bothered to take a look at the other. They
eventually made it to Iruka's house. Luckily, it was only a few blocks away.
And Kakashi was right. The rain had started to come down harder. Iruka took a
hold of his bag and rummaged for his keys. Unseen by him, Kakashi grinned while
looking at the little, lone dolphin keychain hanging from his keys. The tanned
boy went ahead and unlocked the door.
"Arigatou�
Kakashi," Iruka faintly whispered, turning away from Kakashi to hide his
most recent blush.
"Do
you at least have an umbrella Iruka?" Kakashi asked. Iruka immediately
tensed up and scowled. "No, no! Don't take it like that!" Kakashi
pacificed after seeing Iruka's reaction. "Just heard it's gonna be raining
for a few days. Here." Iruka turned around to see that the scarecrow was
offering up his own umbrella.
"I
couldn't�" Iruka said trying to politely decline.
"Why?
Do you already have an umbrella?" Iruka really didn't, his last one had
been ruined the last time there was a big storm. Iruka tried to lie, saying
that he did. Yet, he always had a problem telling a lie. He had a telltale
habit of rubbing his scar whenever he fibbed. If Kakashi was as smart as people
made him out to be, he would be able to pick up on it easily. "Then take
it."
"What
about you?"
"I'll
be fine. I don't live that far away from here either, just a few more blocks
up." Iruka slowly took the umbrella from Kakashi and both nodded in
agreement. Kakashi turned around and started to walk back to his place, leaving
Iruka stunned at his doorway. Kakashi was immediately drenched in the rainfall.
His hair hung off his head and his shirt seemed to stick to his body. The drops
seemed to glisten off his skin. Yet, even with a mask on, anyone could tell he
was still smiling. Iruka stood back and started to notice now why people said
that Kakashi was one of the hottest student at Konoha. A sudden blush crawled
along Iruka's cheeks.
"Also!"
Kakashi yelled back. "That thing I told you about ignoring people? When
something like that happens again, just scream or kick or punch, ok?" Iruka
nodded, his blush deepening. "See you tomorrow, Iruka-kun," Kakashi
purred as he turned away for good. Iruka pouted a little at the name, but only
a little. Iruka instead turned his pout into a soft smile and sighed. He stepped
inside and closed the door behind him.
Hatake
Kakashi� Maybe I was wrong about him, he thought to himself,
hugging the damp umbrella close. Maybe he really isn't
that big of a smart ass after all. Iruka
took off his shoes and walked in a daze into his bedroom, not caring that we
was leaving little puddles behind. He cared even less when he fell on his bed,
soaking the sheets. But he just lied there, hugging the umbrella closer to
himself. Mmm� Smells a little like pine. Iruka was lost in
thought after that. Who exactly was Kakashi? That day, he met two sides to the
mysterious student. There was the side that would annoy Iruka so much. Making
stupid, childish comments, seemingly playing childish mind games, anything that
would set the brunet off. Even going as far as to call him Iruka-kun. Iruka
scowled at the sudden memory of it. But then there was the other side of
Kakashi that he had just witnessed. As if he was there to look out for the
young boy, Kakashi had driven off Mizuki. Then even walked him home and gave
Iruka his own umbrella. Iruka rolled onto his back and started at the ceiling.
He repeated the senior's name in his head over and over again until he fell
asleep.

Kakashi
was right. Not only were the next few days full of dread, but the next couple
weeks were, too. That meant that Iruka would use Kakashi's umbrella frequently.
He tried to spot out the senior between classes, to at least offer the umbrella
back. But Kakashi was nowhere to be found.
"Aww,
what's wrong? Missing your boyfriend, Iruka-kun?" Anko teased, giggling
during lunch in the classroom one day. Iruka immediately tensed up.
"First
off, it's Iruka! Not Iruka-kun! Iruka! Got it? And second, Kakashi is not my
boyfriend!" Iruka yelled at Anko, still annoyed people were calling him
that.
"Who
said it was Kakashi?" Anko teased. The brunet immediately felt his cheeks
heat up. But that did not stop the young boy from scowling at the violet-haired
girl. Anko practically acted as if she didn't see the scowl and continued to
laugh.
"Hey,
stop teasing him Anko," Izumo interjected. "If I'm not mistaken,
Kotetsu was just looking for you out in the hallway."
"Really?"
At that moment, Anko pranced out of the class closing the door behind her, only
to be followed with a blood chilling scream from Kotetsu.
"You
know, that was a very evil thing for you to do," Iruka told Izumo.
"Had
to get her off of you somehow. Plus, Kotetsu is a big boy. He can take care of
himself," Izumo chuckled. Iruka joined in.
Iruka
spent the majority of his lunch glaring out the window, barely touching his
food. Anko was right. At least about the part about his mind still being on
Kakashi. He began to wonder if Kakashi really did go to the school and if he
was just in disguise to get to Iruka. Yet, Minato knew him. Minato-sensei!
Maybe he knows where Kakashi is!
Iruka
packed his lunch away in his bag and rose from his seat.
"Where
are you going?" Izumo questioned, chewing on a piece of takoyaki.
"I
need to talk with Minato-sensei. I have a question about our homework,"
Iruka said, unconsciously rubbing his scar. Luckily, Izumo wasn't too keen on
recognizing signs. Iruka ran out the door and into the hallway. He spotted Anko
and Kotetsu together, or more like Anko constricting herself around Kotetsu
while the boy struggled to breathe. Iruka chuckled softly and ran off to the
teacher's lounge without getting spotted by the two. If he remembered
correctly, it was somewhere upstairs near the senior classes. Iruka ran past by
the other classrooms quietly and started to trail up the stairs at the end of
the hall. It was there he came face to face with another pair of high school students.
One was
distinctively tall and wearing a bandana around his head, only leaving his
light brown bangs to fall from the sides. In his mouth was a long senbon that
he would constantly twirl around and around. His uniform was in disarray. He
wore a tight denim jacket with many patches stitched and pinned everywhere.
Chains dangled out of his pockets and wrapped around his thighs to his back.
Even his jeans were tattered from every corner. The other was slightly taller,
donning spiky brown hair. He seemed to be the opposite of the other, clean
uniform, pressed and cut. He didn't carry any accessories or wore extra
clothing like the other, but like Iruka, he had scarring along his face as
well. Iruka ran past the two, only for them to turn around towards Iruka.
"Hey,
wait a minute!" the one with the bandana beckoned to Iruka. Iruka turned
his attention back at the two boys. "You. Your� Umoko Ruga, right?"
he asked, shifting the senbon from the left side to the right side of his
mouth. Iruka stared at the two, completely confused. The other smacked his
partner in the back of the head.
"I
swear Genma, your memory gets worse with every passing day," he scolded.
Genma just laughed it off. He turned his attention back to Iruka. "Sorry,
it's Umino Iruka, right?" Iruka nodded, still confused as to how in the
world did the two know his name, or at least one.
"Great!"
Genma grinned from side to side. Iruka took a step back. "We've been
assigned to kidnap you!" Iruka took another step back as Genma chuckled.
"Kidnap
me?!" He exclaimed. Iruka instantly tensed up, his heart starting to pound
harder and harder. On instinct, Iruka ran up the stairs away from the boys.
"Hey,
get back here!" Iruka heard Genma exclaim, noting that they were running
after him. Iruka ignored him as he tried to envision his goal to the teacher's
lounge. At least with Minato-sensei, he would be safe. It was a goal that would
soon fail. Iruka was running down the hall and was only a mere few feet away
when out of nowhere, another boy popped out nearby and yanked Iruka into a dark
classroom. Iruka tried to scream but felt a cold palm cover his mouth.
"Mef
me ko!" Iruka muffled through the hand, struggling to get free. He got no
response. Iruka began to panic. He started to shake while tears welled up in
his eyes. He tried opening his mouth to take a catch at biting his attacker but
to no avail. Suddenly, he was blinded by the empty room's sudden luminosity.
The boy taking hold of Iruka let go, allowing Iruka to stand back a bit and get
a good look at his assailant. He too seemed like a bit of a punk like Genma. He
wore a short, black coat over his uniform, with orange trimmings. He had short,
spiky, black hair to match. But what singled him out from the others was the
big set of orange goggles donned over his dark eyes. He grabbed the goggles,
set them on his forehead, took a good look back at Iruka and laughed.
"Sorry
about that. Seemed like you were gonna slip through Genma's and Raidou's
fingers!" He managed out from the laughter. He then extended a hand out,
exposing a bracelet with a single charm of a red and white fan dangling from
it. "Name's Uchiha Obito, Iruka!" Both stood frozen, Iruka in shock
and Obito waiting for a handshake.
"How
do you guys know my name?!" Iruka shouted as he tried to turn and run out
of the classroom, only to be confronted again by Genma and Raidou. Iruka
started to shake again, knowing that he was now surrounded with no way out. The
trio just laughed.
"Because
I told them who you are," a familiar voice called out from the back of the
classroom. Please, no. Iruka immediately turned
and noticed the memorable, silver haired boy leaning back upon a desk at the
other end of the room. "You're very distinctive with that scar across your
face there, Iruka-kun," Kakashi purred.
"I
thought I told you to stop calling me that!" Iruka shouted as he stormed
over to Kakashi. "What the hell is going on?!" Kakashi just laughed
as well.
"I
had my henchmen bring you up here, or more like chase you up here now," he
said glaring back at Genma and Raidou, pouting at the mention of henchmen. The
pout easily subsided and the other two boys sighed. Genma chuckled softly
rubbing his hand behind his head while Raidou just pointed back at Genma,
refusing to take the blame for it this time. Genma took notice of Raidou's
action.
"Why
the hell are you pointing at me for?!" He exclaimed.
"It
was your fault. You scared him off. We were supposed to escort him back here,
not kidnap him." Raidou made clear.
"Escort.
Kidnap. Same shit," Genma complained.
"Not
when one looks as menacing as you Genma," Raidou noted. The two started to
bicker back and forth.
"Well,
I'm here now. What do you want? Your umbrella back?" Iruka demanded out of
Kakashi, ignoring the commotion.
"No,
no, no. I got another one," he said showing off another brand new
umbrella, leaving Iruka in shock. "Instead, I have a proposition for
you." Kakashi stood up this time and walked towards his friends.
Surprisingly, Genma and Raidou stopped arguing when Kakashi walked by.
"You see, here at Konoha, there is a thing called the Jounin Committee.
Basically, it's a student body committee for the seniors," Kakashi
explained.
"So
what does this have to do with me?" Iruka asked, pointing to himself.
"I'm only a freshman."
"No
worries. We have freshmen and juniors in the mix here as well. Although
officially it's a committee for seniors, it just means that seniors can only
hold offices. You see, Obito here is vice-president. Genma and Raidou are in
charge of recruitment." Kakashi pointed out.
"Recruitment?"
"Yes,
you see, we are in desperate need of someone to fill in for another. You see,
the Jounin Committee can be summed up as just one big party club, just one big
hang out that hold lavish festivals when the time rolls around. But to do
financially well at these par- I mean, festivals, we need to advertise about
them to get people to come and pay for entrance. And that is where you come in
little, my little Iruka-kun." Kakashi explained.
"Ok,
first off, I said stop calling me that!" Iruka snapped, resulting in
laughter from the four seniors. "And second, if I understand, you want me
to help you guys sell tickets or something for your events?"
"Yep!
That's right!" Obito smiled. "There is one coming up in July before
summer vacation starts!" There was an omniscient silence in the room.
"Why
me?" Iruka suddenly said.
"Two
reasons. One, you owe me for making me go out and buy a new umbrella and two,
you would look so adorable in this yukata!" Kakashi said while Gemna and
Raidou showed off to Iruka a light blue yukata. It seemed to be made of an
expensive material and was covered in beautiful spirals and swirls. It was a
very beautiful yukata. The only catch was easily visible: It was a girl's
yukata. Iruka stood back and blushed hard.
"I
am not wearing a girl's yukata! Someone will see me in it! There is no way I'm
parading around for you guys all dressed up as girl just to promote some stupid
festival or something!" Iruka screamed.
"Oh
come on! It will be fun!" Obito said, trying to convince the freshman.
Iruka made a dash for the door.
"But
wait, Iruka-kun!" Kakashi called.
"Called
me Iruka-kun one more time and I swear I will personally kill you!" Iruka
screamed at the top of his lungs, tears visibly forming in his eyes. He left
the room in the huff and slammed the door behind him. Great,
now I'm late for class, Iruka thought to himself
as he glanced at his watch. I wish he never called me
that! Iruka thought as he wiped away the tears. I don't
wanna be reminded of it! He ran down the hall and
started down the stairs only to be stopped by a familiar voice.
"Iruka!
Stop!" Kakashi called out to Iruka from the top of the staircase. Iruka
glanced back to take a look at the pitiful senior only to take up the senior's
advice and ignore him by continuing back down the stairs. Immediately, without
warning, the silver haired boy leaped down from the second floor and landed
right on the stairs, directly in front of Iruka. Startled, Iruka stepped back
only to be caught between the wall and Kakashi. "Now, let me
explain."
"How
did you- How- Nevermind! Now let me go!" Iruka tried to maneuver his way
around the senior, but Kakashi would not allow it. He took Iruka's wrists and
pinned them back against the wall, next the brunet's head. Iruka had no choice
but to stare back at the scarecrow, knowing he was blushing fiercely and his
heart was racing for other reasons.
"Listen,
I can help you if you help us. Don't think I noticed something between you and
that Mizuki kid that day now." At the mention of Mizuki's name, Iruka's
eyes went wide and his mouth went dry. Kakashi felt the sudden twitches in the
freshman's wrists. "You don't have to tell me what past you two have with
each other, but it pains me to see you afraid like this." His voice was
low now, almost soothing.
"Why
do you care?!" Iruka shouted back.
"Because
I do." Iruka stood back at the comment, somehow feeling guilty over
shouting back. "Now, I know a friend who can apply some make-up on you.
She can hide your scar and everything. No one will recognize it's you. Hell, if
you want, we can get you a wig to wear. In return, I'll show you how I did that
and much more if you want so you don't have to be afraid anymore."
Iruka
stood back for a minute. This was the same Kakashi that presented himself the
day the two walked home together. The same caring, sincere senior Iruka
recognized. The same who seemed to radiant a faint scent of vanilla. It wasn't
the one that totally embarrassed him in his homeroom class or the one that
would follow him wherever he went. It was the Kakashi that Iruka liked. The
senior released the brunet's wrists, sending them limp to the young boy's
sides.
"I'm
not gonna force you to do this. It's up to you if you want to or not. Take your
time. I can wait for a response. See you later, Iruka." Kakashi turned
around and started to head back up the stairs, leaving Iruka stunned and still
blushing. Iruka pondered for a bit. Is he
serious? Can I even- But then I would- If- Then- Thoughts
swarmed through the dolphin's head at a hundred miles per hours before he
called out to Kakashi before losing sight of the senior.
"Wait!"
Kakashi froze mid-step, only turning his head slightly back at Iruka. "Do
you promise to train me? If I do this for you, do you promise?" Kakashi
laughed a little.
"You
have my word, Iruka." His voice seemed to calm down Iruka's nerves. Iruka
looked away and shut his eyes tight, blushing harder than ever before. His
heart pounded so hard he could barely make out what Kakashi said to him.
"�Then
it's a deal. I'll do it," Iruka said, hesitating only a moment. He turned
his head back and opened his eyes, only to be met face to face back with
Kakashi's own face only a mere inches away. Kakashi stepped back and offered
his hand. Iruka sighed and extended his arm as well.
"Deal."
Kakashi said as he reached for Iruka's hand. Right before their hands met,
Iruka pulled away, leaving Kakashi stunned.
"You
can't call me Iruka-kun as well." Iruka added in to the contract. Kakashi
just sighed into a laugh.
"If
it pains you so much, I promise I won't." With that, the two shook it.
This is
gonna be one hell of a school year.

A/N: Iruka is
right. It's gonna be one hell of a year because this fic will be going on for a
FULL year! Yea, I'm just that insane in creating this long of a fic. A new
chapter will be coming out on the last day of every month, so expect to see
what happens in 'May' next month!~
Please
continue to read and review!~
As for
the OCs present, I promise they won't be so major characters; if anything,
they're just there to help the story go along. They won't be paired up with
anyone or anything like that. This is a KakaIru fic so they will be the major
focus. Sorry if I offend anyone with them. I know how OCs can be sometimes.
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