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Evil plotting foster father
Almost Sucks
by Mashiro
Naruto fandom, series, no spoilers
AU, BOYS LOVE: Naruto x Sasuke, Kakashi x Iruka, Lee x Gaara
first version: March 2nd 2006, Thursday
second version: July 18th 2008, Friday
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DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the rights to the Naruto series or characters and I make no money writing this. I’m just a fan. This is fan fiction.
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11: Evil plotting foster father
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Kakashi didn’t have to call. What would he say? ‘Did you find my message?’ If Sasuke was at Iruka’s house and could take the call then Kakashi already knew he had gotten the message. ‘I’m sorry’? It wasn’t like it had been a mistake; Kakashi had known what he was doing. They weren’t a normal family and they both liked that fact. They had their thing going and it was good. They knew how to handle each other.
Still... Kakashi frowned; let his fingers wander on the table toward the phone, just to see what it felt like. As expected they stopped a few inches from the thing, changed course and wandered back again. He sighed. Stared at the ceiling.
Kakashi knew Sasuke. They had lived together for seven years now. Sasuke didn’t want to talk on the phone. Sasuke wanted to ignore Kakashi, slam the doors and refuse to speak at dinner. He wanted to throw pissed off glares and sulk so fiercely that he stained the wallpapers with the black cloud around him. You couldn’t ignore someone and sulk the walls black quite the right way over the phone. If Kakashi called it would be all wrong. Kakashi not calling was his way of being considerate and caring.
There was no seminar. Kakashi was having a sleepover at work. He’d brought food and managed to kill the alarm.
It had been mostly for Iruka’s sake. The man needed to spend some time with Sasuke, to get to know him. They were still strangers and Sasuke was still a mystery to Iruka. A scary mystery, it seemed.
It would be good for Sasuke too. He needed to get over his stubbornness and anger, what he no doubt saw as loyalty towards the city, and let Naruto be his friend already. No, Sasuke was not someone that desperately needed social interaction from his peers and hurried to make friends, but Kakashi was sure that he wanted to with Naruto. It was unexpected; the cheerful blond was not the kind of person Sasuke usually made friends with, but there was no denying the effect Naruto had on Sasuke, and that was the key. Sasuke ignored most people around him. It was not that he never spoke to them or looked at them; he just didn’t let them get to him. It wasn’t a struggle; it was just the way he worked. Most people didn’t matter to Sasuke, beyond that they filled the corridors and streets he walked on and classroom he studied in. They were background; like streetlights that moved and made sounds.
That was another reason Kakashi had done this. He did not want Iruka to become background to Sasuke.
The reason Kakashi had chosen to stage a seminar out of town instead of being a part of the Iruka/Sasuke/Naruto bonding was because Sasuke would not be the same if Kakashi was there. He’d have something familiar and safe to focus on; and he’d know he would get to go back to his room and his music soon. That was not what Kakashi wanted. Now Sasuke would have no choice but to ease up on the anger and behave. Much thanks to the photo Kakashi had left on the door, of course, but you had to do what you had to do. It would have been no good if Sasuke decided he’d had enough and took a bus to the city.
Kakashi got out of the chair and left his office, taking a stroll down the main school corridor, passing the janitor’s office and the school nurse’s office. The teachers had tried to make the school funnier by letting the students paint on the walls, like graffiti on a leash with more innocent artists. Even though this was a school far from the city, the amount of trees and fields and creeks, fluffy animals and happy kids running around, had Kakashi wonder how much freedom the student artists had been given. The stone floor gave a typical empty school corridor echo when he walked.
He stopped by the staff’s lounge, picked up a box of food from the refrigerator and ate it sitting on the leather couch because there was no one was there to tell him not to. When he had first come to the school and been given the unavoidable tour, the first thing the woman guiding him had said when they got into the staff’s lounge was ‘no eating or drinking coffee on the couch, use the tables’. He had thought it was a joke. Why have a couch with a coffee table if you couldn’t drink coffee while sitting there? Five minutes into his first coffee break he’d been lectured by the history teacher and he could have sworn that for the rest of the day the others whispered about and looked at him more than new teachers were usually whispered about and looked at.
After dinner Kakashi realized that the school had many TVs, but no channels. He wasted a couple of hours watching educational videos.
It was more boring than he had thought it would be, this school sleepover. He had planned to work and get so ahead of schedule that he could be lazy until Christmas. He had done some work and could probably be lazy for some time now, but not until Christmas. Working was too boring. What had he been thinking, planning to do it all weekend? Didn’t he know himself better by now?
But educational videos were boring too, and boredom brought thinking. Kakashi could have had a great dinner at Iruka’s instead of yesterday’s leftovers reheated. He wouldn’t have had to watch videos about near-extinct frogs in the rain forest or the basics of chemistry to satisfy his need for television. He could have cuddled with Iruka in front of real TV in that sand colored love seat the man had that was so fluffy you could drown in it. They would have been alone too because Sasuke and Naruto would have played upstairs with… robots or something. Wouldn’t that be cute?
But no… Kakashi had a mission. Play was for later, if they pulled this off.
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A few educational videos and some work (because boredom made you desperate) later Kakashi made the phone call. There was ring after ring that made him wince and throw a second glance at the clock. Maybe it was a bit too late? Shouldn’t be but... Then there was a click and a muffled yawn blending with a polite-despite-the-hour ‘yes?’
“Hey you,” Kakashi spoke softly, apologetic.
“Kakashi?” Iruka choked down another yawn. “Hi. Are you still up?”
“Yeah,” he shifted the phone in his hand. “It got a bit late. You know those seminar guys, always going on and on about everything and then they just have to go out and drink afterwards. I just got back to the hotel and wanted to call and check on you guys.”
“Oh, we’re doing fine. Everything is… fine. I think the boys are sleeping though, do you want me to wake…?”
“No, no, no. I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”
“Alright,” Iruka gave a tired sigh and yawned again.
“I missed your cooking,” Kakashi said.
“My cooking?” Half-choked laughter came from the phone.
“Not just your cooking. Did I wake you?”
“No,” Iruka said. “I was just… napping.”
“Do you want to get back to it?”
“No, I’m fine. I’m glad you called.”
There was something there. Some subtle thing in the way Iruka talked that made Kakashi frown.
“Did something happen?”
“No...” Iruka said. “No fighting; some... friction, yes, but it seems they want to work things out. Sasuke-kun is sleeping in Naruto’s room, believe it or not. I feel a bit silly, saying what I said about Sasuke-kun this morning. You’re right, he’s a good kid.”
“But something is bothering you,” Kakashi said, because it was even more obvious when Iruka tried to deny it. “It’s not about them.”
“It’s nothing,” Iruka sighed. “I’m just… tired and…”
A silence followed. Kakashi waited.
“Do you… Do you do this a lot?” came eventually.
Kakashi’s frown deepened and for a moment he worried Iruka might have seen through the lie.
“Do what?”
“This. Us. What we’re doing. Do you do that a lot?”
Kakashi frowned even more, unsure.
“You know I haven’t been this serious with anyone bef...”
“No,” Iruka interrupted. “Not that, not us, the kids don’t know about that. The flirting, what they see, the...”
“Wait. Hold on,” Kakashi squeezed his eyes shut. “Just, hold on.”
‘The kids,’ huh? He should have known Sasuke would do something rebellious. Kakashi shook his head. He heard Iruka’s breaths on the other end of the line, a bit shaky.
“What did Sasuke say?” Kakashi asked softly.
Silence for a moment, then Iruka sighed.
“Look, I’m just overreacting. I already knew what he said, it’s just... nothing...”
“He’s just angry at me,” Kakashi said.
“I know that. I know.”
“Come on, baby. I want to know what I should yell at him for.”
Iruka sniffled and it was half laughter. Kakashi smiled without joy.
“He said you date a lot,” Iruka said eventually. “No. He said that you try to get into people’s pants a lot. And I know that you used to and I know that what we have is different, that’s why I’m overreacting, it’s just...”
“Sasuke doesn’t know that this is different,” Kakashi said. “He thinks I’m just flirting with you.”
“I know you’re not.”
“You’re not overreacting.”
Iruka sniffled and then it was silent. Kakashi wished he was three houses away from the house he had bought and felt suddenly horrible for lying to Iruka. Maybe it wasn’t worth it? But he knew it had to be.
“Will you be here tomorrow night or Sunday morning?” Iruka sighed and broke the silence. “I would feel better if you came Sunday morning, then I wouldn’t have to worry about you driving home so late.”
“You worry too much,” Kakashi said and smiled.
“I love you. I get to worry.”
Kakashi’s heart warmed.
“I love you too. See you on Sunday.”
-
Kakashi had first met Iruka at a big seminar for teachers in the city a few months earlier. Kakashi shouldn’t have been there at all, at least not then. He had been about half a day late. Or just on time, depending on how you chose to see it. They had had a good time at the meeting, exchanged phone numbers and promised to do something together again some time, if they were ever in the same area. Iruka had called less than a week later, saying he was going to the city for a conference; ‘are you busy?’ Kakashi had been very available.
Iruka had been dating women when he was younger. He had always known he was interested in men, but heterosexuality was easier where he lived, he had said. It wasn’t until the woman he thought he would marry left him that Iruka decided to stop pretending he was something that he wasn’t. Still, he had never really dated a man before. He had tried to, he had said, but things had never quite worked out.
Kakashi had dated a lot, both men and women; he found charm in either gender and didn’t like to restrict himself. But his relationships had only been bordering on serious a handful of times and never been as serious as this one was. He’d never thought he’d pull himself and Sasuke up by the roots and move to a whole different place for anyone. Iruka was not the whole reason for the move, but it would be a lie to say he wasn’t part of it.
There was something about this, something so special. Kakashi couldn’t understand it, but he wanted to grow old with this. Not having ever wanted it before, suddenly Kakashi wanted breakfasts together on Sundays and cuddling in love seats on Friday nights.
He wanted it for himself, but he also wanted it for Sasuke, and sometimes that want was even stronger than the want for himself. It was a strange and scary feeling, to suddenly want something you had never wanted before, something you used to frown on; but Kakashi wanted to form a family with this man.
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by Mashiro
Naruto fandom, series, no spoilers
AU, BOYS LOVE: Naruto x Sasuke, Kakashi x Iruka, Lee x Gaara
first version: March 2nd 2006, Thursday
second version: July 18th 2008, Friday
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DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the rights to the Naruto series or characters and I make no money writing this. I’m just a fan. This is fan fiction.
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11: Evil plotting foster father
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Kakashi didn’t have to call. What would he say? ‘Did you find my message?’ If Sasuke was at Iruka’s house and could take the call then Kakashi already knew he had gotten the message. ‘I’m sorry’? It wasn’t like it had been a mistake; Kakashi had known what he was doing. They weren’t a normal family and they both liked that fact. They had their thing going and it was good. They knew how to handle each other.
Still... Kakashi frowned; let his fingers wander on the table toward the phone, just to see what it felt like. As expected they stopped a few inches from the thing, changed course and wandered back again. He sighed. Stared at the ceiling.
Kakashi knew Sasuke. They had lived together for seven years now. Sasuke didn’t want to talk on the phone. Sasuke wanted to ignore Kakashi, slam the doors and refuse to speak at dinner. He wanted to throw pissed off glares and sulk so fiercely that he stained the wallpapers with the black cloud around him. You couldn’t ignore someone and sulk the walls black quite the right way over the phone. If Kakashi called it would be all wrong. Kakashi not calling was his way of being considerate and caring.
There was no seminar. Kakashi was having a sleepover at work. He’d brought food and managed to kill the alarm.
It had been mostly for Iruka’s sake. The man needed to spend some time with Sasuke, to get to know him. They were still strangers and Sasuke was still a mystery to Iruka. A scary mystery, it seemed.
It would be good for Sasuke too. He needed to get over his stubbornness and anger, what he no doubt saw as loyalty towards the city, and let Naruto be his friend already. No, Sasuke was not someone that desperately needed social interaction from his peers and hurried to make friends, but Kakashi was sure that he wanted to with Naruto. It was unexpected; the cheerful blond was not the kind of person Sasuke usually made friends with, but there was no denying the effect Naruto had on Sasuke, and that was the key. Sasuke ignored most people around him. It was not that he never spoke to them or looked at them; he just didn’t let them get to him. It wasn’t a struggle; it was just the way he worked. Most people didn’t matter to Sasuke, beyond that they filled the corridors and streets he walked on and classroom he studied in. They were background; like streetlights that moved and made sounds.
That was another reason Kakashi had done this. He did not want Iruka to become background to Sasuke.
The reason Kakashi had chosen to stage a seminar out of town instead of being a part of the Iruka/Sasuke/Naruto bonding was because Sasuke would not be the same if Kakashi was there. He’d have something familiar and safe to focus on; and he’d know he would get to go back to his room and his music soon. That was not what Kakashi wanted. Now Sasuke would have no choice but to ease up on the anger and behave. Much thanks to the photo Kakashi had left on the door, of course, but you had to do what you had to do. It would have been no good if Sasuke decided he’d had enough and took a bus to the city.
Kakashi got out of the chair and left his office, taking a stroll down the main school corridor, passing the janitor’s office and the school nurse’s office. The teachers had tried to make the school funnier by letting the students paint on the walls, like graffiti on a leash with more innocent artists. Even though this was a school far from the city, the amount of trees and fields and creeks, fluffy animals and happy kids running around, had Kakashi wonder how much freedom the student artists had been given. The stone floor gave a typical empty school corridor echo when he walked.
He stopped by the staff’s lounge, picked up a box of food from the refrigerator and ate it sitting on the leather couch because there was no one was there to tell him not to. When he had first come to the school and been given the unavoidable tour, the first thing the woman guiding him had said when they got into the staff’s lounge was ‘no eating or drinking coffee on the couch, use the tables’. He had thought it was a joke. Why have a couch with a coffee table if you couldn’t drink coffee while sitting there? Five minutes into his first coffee break he’d been lectured by the history teacher and he could have sworn that for the rest of the day the others whispered about and looked at him more than new teachers were usually whispered about and looked at.
After dinner Kakashi realized that the school had many TVs, but no channels. He wasted a couple of hours watching educational videos.
It was more boring than he had thought it would be, this school sleepover. He had planned to work and get so ahead of schedule that he could be lazy until Christmas. He had done some work and could probably be lazy for some time now, but not until Christmas. Working was too boring. What had he been thinking, planning to do it all weekend? Didn’t he know himself better by now?
But educational videos were boring too, and boredom brought thinking. Kakashi could have had a great dinner at Iruka’s instead of yesterday’s leftovers reheated. He wouldn’t have had to watch videos about near-extinct frogs in the rain forest or the basics of chemistry to satisfy his need for television. He could have cuddled with Iruka in front of real TV in that sand colored love seat the man had that was so fluffy you could drown in it. They would have been alone too because Sasuke and Naruto would have played upstairs with… robots or something. Wouldn’t that be cute?
But no… Kakashi had a mission. Play was for later, if they pulled this off.
-
A few educational videos and some work (because boredom made you desperate) later Kakashi made the phone call. There was ring after ring that made him wince and throw a second glance at the clock. Maybe it was a bit too late? Shouldn’t be but... Then there was a click and a muffled yawn blending with a polite-despite-the-hour ‘yes?’
“Hey you,” Kakashi spoke softly, apologetic.
“Kakashi?” Iruka choked down another yawn. “Hi. Are you still up?”
“Yeah,” he shifted the phone in his hand. “It got a bit late. You know those seminar guys, always going on and on about everything and then they just have to go out and drink afterwards. I just got back to the hotel and wanted to call and check on you guys.”
“Oh, we’re doing fine. Everything is… fine. I think the boys are sleeping though, do you want me to wake…?”
“No, no, no. I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”
“Alright,” Iruka gave a tired sigh and yawned again.
“I missed your cooking,” Kakashi said.
“My cooking?” Half-choked laughter came from the phone.
“Not just your cooking. Did I wake you?”
“No,” Iruka said. “I was just… napping.”
“Do you want to get back to it?”
“No, I’m fine. I’m glad you called.”
There was something there. Some subtle thing in the way Iruka talked that made Kakashi frown.
“Did something happen?”
“No...” Iruka said. “No fighting; some... friction, yes, but it seems they want to work things out. Sasuke-kun is sleeping in Naruto’s room, believe it or not. I feel a bit silly, saying what I said about Sasuke-kun this morning. You’re right, he’s a good kid.”
“But something is bothering you,” Kakashi said, because it was even more obvious when Iruka tried to deny it. “It’s not about them.”
“It’s nothing,” Iruka sighed. “I’m just… tired and…”
A silence followed. Kakashi waited.
“Do you… Do you do this a lot?” came eventually.
Kakashi’s frown deepened and for a moment he worried Iruka might have seen through the lie.
“Do what?”
“This. Us. What we’re doing. Do you do that a lot?”
Kakashi frowned even more, unsure.
“You know I haven’t been this serious with anyone bef...”
“No,” Iruka interrupted. “Not that, not us, the kids don’t know about that. The flirting, what they see, the...”
“Wait. Hold on,” Kakashi squeezed his eyes shut. “Just, hold on.”
‘The kids,’ huh? He should have known Sasuke would do something rebellious. Kakashi shook his head. He heard Iruka’s breaths on the other end of the line, a bit shaky.
“What did Sasuke say?” Kakashi asked softly.
Silence for a moment, then Iruka sighed.
“Look, I’m just overreacting. I already knew what he said, it’s just... nothing...”
“He’s just angry at me,” Kakashi said.
“I know that. I know.”
“Come on, baby. I want to know what I should yell at him for.”
Iruka sniffled and it was half laughter. Kakashi smiled without joy.
“He said you date a lot,” Iruka said eventually. “No. He said that you try to get into people’s pants a lot. And I know that you used to and I know that what we have is different, that’s why I’m overreacting, it’s just...”
“Sasuke doesn’t know that this is different,” Kakashi said. “He thinks I’m just flirting with you.”
“I know you’re not.”
“You’re not overreacting.”
Iruka sniffled and then it was silent. Kakashi wished he was three houses away from the house he had bought and felt suddenly horrible for lying to Iruka. Maybe it wasn’t worth it? But he knew it had to be.
“Will you be here tomorrow night or Sunday morning?” Iruka sighed and broke the silence. “I would feel better if you came Sunday morning, then I wouldn’t have to worry about you driving home so late.”
“You worry too much,” Kakashi said and smiled.
“I love you. I get to worry.”
Kakashi’s heart warmed.
“I love you too. See you on Sunday.”
-
Kakashi had first met Iruka at a big seminar for teachers in the city a few months earlier. Kakashi shouldn’t have been there at all, at least not then. He had been about half a day late. Or just on time, depending on how you chose to see it. They had had a good time at the meeting, exchanged phone numbers and promised to do something together again some time, if they were ever in the same area. Iruka had called less than a week later, saying he was going to the city for a conference; ‘are you busy?’ Kakashi had been very available.
Iruka had been dating women when he was younger. He had always known he was interested in men, but heterosexuality was easier where he lived, he had said. It wasn’t until the woman he thought he would marry left him that Iruka decided to stop pretending he was something that he wasn’t. Still, he had never really dated a man before. He had tried to, he had said, but things had never quite worked out.
Kakashi had dated a lot, both men and women; he found charm in either gender and didn’t like to restrict himself. But his relationships had only been bordering on serious a handful of times and never been as serious as this one was. He’d never thought he’d pull himself and Sasuke up by the roots and move to a whole different place for anyone. Iruka was not the whole reason for the move, but it would be a lie to say he wasn’t part of it.
There was something about this, something so special. Kakashi couldn’t understand it, but he wanted to grow old with this. Not having ever wanted it before, suddenly Kakashi wanted breakfasts together on Sundays and cuddling in love seats on Friday nights.
He wanted it for himself, but he also wanted it for Sasuke, and sometimes that want was even stronger than the want for himself. It was a strange and scary feeling, to suddenly want something you had never wanted before, something you used to frown on; but Kakashi wanted to form a family with this man.
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