I Don't Think You Understand
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Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
35
Views:
1,350
Reviews:
264
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Routine
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The day was warm. The grass was green. The flowers were in bloom. The birds not squawking and flying away in fear from shuriken gone awry were singing.
Kakashi was confused.
Something was very wrong with the world.
All day. All damned day and not one thing demonstarted to him the exquisite deadliness the chuunin had exuded that one fateful day! Would it ever surface? Who would it surface at? Would he be lucky enough to see it?
Would it fucking appear before I fall asleep and accidentally blow this tree up from my chakra going crazy?
The chuunin’s day looked somewhat normal for a teacher of his long standing. Wake up early, five hundred situps and pushups, brisk jog around the village a few times, stretch out all the kinks, strip, shower, make coffee and toast, dress (his eyebrows had gone up as the chuunin darted around his kitchen naked), eat, grab some books, then a few leisurely minutes of jumping across rooftops later, was in class getting ready for the rowdy group of kids that would soon follow.
Nothing amazing there. However, the amazement came later.
During the day, he’d been forced to revise the level of respect he had for teachers, Academy ones in particular. Students, he damn well knew, did not want to be in class at eight o’clock in the morning. They’d rather be sleeping, or eating, or doing anything other than sitting in class listening to a melodic low voice crooning lessons on chakra control, and yet, these students sat there, more or less behaving themselves, taking notes and talking quietly when there were pauses in the lecture.
Later, they got rowdy. Some of them snuck toward the windows (Kakashi was in a tree observing the inside), and just as they were about to leap out of the classroom in jubilant freedom, Iruka would be there. Standing in front of them. Foot tapping, and with, Kakashi would bet, a thunderous expression on that tanned face. One blink later, Iruka was away from the window, the students were back in their seats, and Kakashi was left to wonder if he had imagined it all.
It kept happening, though. It seemed that either Iruka had learned Kage Bunshin no Jutsu from Naruto, or he was simply fast enough to catch every single student who dared seek the outside before class was over.
That speed was very impressive. Kakashi wanted to know where it came from.
Part of that answer came later, during kunai practice. He taught both the advanced version and the beginners class, and it didn’t take a genius (though Kakashi himself was one) to know which class was more dangerous.
It had been said that a fool was more dangerous than a smart man, because fools sometimes had legendary fits of genius that smart men didn’t. Following closely along those lines was the simple truism that people just learning to throw sharp pointy objects were far deadlier than the most highly trained shinobi because they had no control of where said weaponry went.
However, even knowing these simple facts as he MUST have, Umino Iruka designated one target in the beginner’s class; himself. Then, before Kakashi could even gawk at the sheer stupidity of that simple action, the students had begun launching their kunai at him without a qualm.
It was magnificent. Not one of those projectiles struck him to slice or maim that warm-looking skin or the tightly-fitted chuunin uniform. The man danced around and under the edges, flowing like water to avoid them, looking almost as if he was dancing with the wind.
From the smile on his face as he danced with wickedly sharp Death, Kakashi knew he was taking joy in the grace and power of his body.
It was over so fast he didn’t even know when to start breathing again. Seeing accidental death one minute and all the not-even-surprised students standing there with empty holsters the next, with a cheerful Iruka congratulating and critiquing them, unsliced, uncut, and most importantly, unbleeding (somewhere a former teacher was shrieking about improper word choices and grammer as she turned over in her grave) was almost too much for him to take.
What kind of crazy idiot would let students--UNTRAINED students--launch sharp weapons at them?! In broad daylight? IN THE SCHOOLYARD?!
Done almost so casually he didn’t notice, Iruka and his students left the yard, leaving a sole kunai behind. Making sure no one saw him, he wandered down to pick it up, with a vague intention of returning it to the school later.
The kunai wasn’t even sharp.
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The next day progressed much the same as the day before. And the next. And the next. Kakashi was beginning to wonder why he’d earmarked this particular chuunin for following when it happened.
Kakashi was once again watching Iruka get ready for his day, wondering just how the man’s skin was that warm shade of golden brown all year round. I mean, seriously, does the man tan in the nude every time there’s sun? That’s the only thing that’d account for it. I wonder just where he--
“So, what am I doing in there?”
“Getting ready for the day---WHAT THE HELL?!”
The jounin’s reflexes had him leaping away, setting himself defensively and launching five kunai at the last known location of the voice before he even knew just who had spoken.
There was no meaty thump. Eye wide, Kakashi took in the casual way the other man had caught his kunai, cradling the sharp metal gently.
It was Iruka. He didn’t look happy.
“Care to tell me why you’ve been spying on me for the past couple of days, Hatake?”
Kakashi inwardly winced. Shit, no honorific. I think I’m in for it... “Casual curiosity count?” He asked laconically.
Iruka snorted and threw the kunai back to him...underhanded and one at a time. “Last time I checked, spying on someone while they aren’t dressed is called voyeurism,” he said lightly, nodding back to the apartment window where (presumably) the copy went around mimicking his morning preparations.
“So, how long have you known I was following you?” Maybe if I distract him enough, he’ll forget to--
“Why are you stalking me?”
Kakashi winced again. Visibly. This is not going to be pretty...
“Presumably you’ve got a reason or you wouldn’t be doing it,” the tanned chuunin said reasonably.
Kakashi straightened up a bit. “I don’t think I need a reason to be looking around at people.”
“You do if you’re only doing it to one person.” A small twitch appeared at the end of one of Iruka’s eyebrows. “Constantly.” A foot started tapping out an ominous counterbeat. “When he’s naked.” Muscles tensed. “When he’s sleeping.”
Deep breath. “WHEN HE’S FUCKING SHOWERING!”
Kakashi wasn’t a genius for nothing. He fled for his life.
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“Now I remember why I threatened him,” Iruka muttered darkly, dismissing the clone inside his apartment and collapsing on his couch. “What a moron.”
That was one of the most asinine conversations Iruka could ever remember having with someone close to his own age. Being around kids for most of his time may have skewed his perception of the conversational abilities of adults, but he was more than fairly certain that the last one he had had was not supposed to concern the habits of perverted jounin feeling the need to butt into peoples’ personal lives!
Especially mine, Iruka thought darkly.
With a shrug, he put it aside. He had a job to get ready for.
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I am not entirely sure how long this story is going to be...under ten chapters is the only definite answer I can possibly provide. As I've said before, I love reviews, and it would be great if you could leave one. :-)
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The day was warm. The grass was green. The flowers were in bloom. The birds not squawking and flying away in fear from shuriken gone awry were singing.
Kakashi was confused.
Something was very wrong with the world.
All day. All damned day and not one thing demonstarted to him the exquisite deadliness the chuunin had exuded that one fateful day! Would it ever surface? Who would it surface at? Would he be lucky enough to see it?
Would it fucking appear before I fall asleep and accidentally blow this tree up from my chakra going crazy?
The chuunin’s day looked somewhat normal for a teacher of his long standing. Wake up early, five hundred situps and pushups, brisk jog around the village a few times, stretch out all the kinks, strip, shower, make coffee and toast, dress (his eyebrows had gone up as the chuunin darted around his kitchen naked), eat, grab some books, then a few leisurely minutes of jumping across rooftops later, was in class getting ready for the rowdy group of kids that would soon follow.
Nothing amazing there. However, the amazement came later.
During the day, he’d been forced to revise the level of respect he had for teachers, Academy ones in particular. Students, he damn well knew, did not want to be in class at eight o’clock in the morning. They’d rather be sleeping, or eating, or doing anything other than sitting in class listening to a melodic low voice crooning lessons on chakra control, and yet, these students sat there, more or less behaving themselves, taking notes and talking quietly when there were pauses in the lecture.
Later, they got rowdy. Some of them snuck toward the windows (Kakashi was in a tree observing the inside), and just as they were about to leap out of the classroom in jubilant freedom, Iruka would be there. Standing in front of them. Foot tapping, and with, Kakashi would bet, a thunderous expression on that tanned face. One blink later, Iruka was away from the window, the students were back in their seats, and Kakashi was left to wonder if he had imagined it all.
It kept happening, though. It seemed that either Iruka had learned Kage Bunshin no Jutsu from Naruto, or he was simply fast enough to catch every single student who dared seek the outside before class was over.
That speed was very impressive. Kakashi wanted to know where it came from.
Part of that answer came later, during kunai practice. He taught both the advanced version and the beginners class, and it didn’t take a genius (though Kakashi himself was one) to know which class was more dangerous.
It had been said that a fool was more dangerous than a smart man, because fools sometimes had legendary fits of genius that smart men didn’t. Following closely along those lines was the simple truism that people just learning to throw sharp pointy objects were far deadlier than the most highly trained shinobi because they had no control of where said weaponry went.
However, even knowing these simple facts as he MUST have, Umino Iruka designated one target in the beginner’s class; himself. Then, before Kakashi could even gawk at the sheer stupidity of that simple action, the students had begun launching their kunai at him without a qualm.
It was magnificent. Not one of those projectiles struck him to slice or maim that warm-looking skin or the tightly-fitted chuunin uniform. The man danced around and under the edges, flowing like water to avoid them, looking almost as if he was dancing with the wind.
From the smile on his face as he danced with wickedly sharp Death, Kakashi knew he was taking joy in the grace and power of his body.
It was over so fast he didn’t even know when to start breathing again. Seeing accidental death one minute and all the not-even-surprised students standing there with empty holsters the next, with a cheerful Iruka congratulating and critiquing them, unsliced, uncut, and most importantly, unbleeding (somewhere a former teacher was shrieking about improper word choices and grammer as she turned over in her grave) was almost too much for him to take.
What kind of crazy idiot would let students--UNTRAINED students--launch sharp weapons at them?! In broad daylight? IN THE SCHOOLYARD?!
Done almost so casually he didn’t notice, Iruka and his students left the yard, leaving a sole kunai behind. Making sure no one saw him, he wandered down to pick it up, with a vague intention of returning it to the school later.
The kunai wasn’t even sharp.
***||***
The next day progressed much the same as the day before. And the next. And the next. Kakashi was beginning to wonder why he’d earmarked this particular chuunin for following when it happened.
Kakashi was once again watching Iruka get ready for his day, wondering just how the man’s skin was that warm shade of golden brown all year round. I mean, seriously, does the man tan in the nude every time there’s sun? That’s the only thing that’d account for it. I wonder just where he--
“So, what am I doing in there?”
“Getting ready for the day---WHAT THE HELL?!”
The jounin’s reflexes had him leaping away, setting himself defensively and launching five kunai at the last known location of the voice before he even knew just who had spoken.
There was no meaty thump. Eye wide, Kakashi took in the casual way the other man had caught his kunai, cradling the sharp metal gently.
It was Iruka. He didn’t look happy.
“Care to tell me why you’ve been spying on me for the past couple of days, Hatake?”
Kakashi inwardly winced. Shit, no honorific. I think I’m in for it... “Casual curiosity count?” He asked laconically.
Iruka snorted and threw the kunai back to him...underhanded and one at a time. “Last time I checked, spying on someone while they aren’t dressed is called voyeurism,” he said lightly, nodding back to the apartment window where (presumably) the copy went around mimicking his morning preparations.
“So, how long have you known I was following you?” Maybe if I distract him enough, he’ll forget to--
“Why are you stalking me?”
Kakashi winced again. Visibly. This is not going to be pretty...
“Presumably you’ve got a reason or you wouldn’t be doing it,” the tanned chuunin said reasonably.
Kakashi straightened up a bit. “I don’t think I need a reason to be looking around at people.”
“You do if you’re only doing it to one person.” A small twitch appeared at the end of one of Iruka’s eyebrows. “Constantly.” A foot started tapping out an ominous counterbeat. “When he’s naked.” Muscles tensed. “When he’s sleeping.”
Deep breath. “WHEN HE’S FUCKING SHOWERING!”
Kakashi wasn’t a genius for nothing. He fled for his life.
***||***
“Now I remember why I threatened him,” Iruka muttered darkly, dismissing the clone inside his apartment and collapsing on his couch. “What a moron.”
That was one of the most asinine conversations Iruka could ever remember having with someone close to his own age. Being around kids for most of his time may have skewed his perception of the conversational abilities of adults, but he was more than fairly certain that the last one he had had was not supposed to concern the habits of perverted jounin feeling the need to butt into peoples’ personal lives!
Especially mine, Iruka thought darkly.
With a shrug, he put it aside. He had a job to get ready for.
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I am not entirely sure how long this story is going to be...under ten chapters is the only definite answer I can possibly provide. As I've said before, I love reviews, and it would be great if you could leave one. :-)