Fox eat Dog

Beginning filler just to say I meant it when I said I am a procrastinator, constant reviews help and stroke my ego but I plan on making this the one story I see to the end... I hope. There aren't any good Kakashi and Naruto romances!

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He crawled pitifully on the ground beaten, battered and broken. In the beginning he pleaded for help crying out for someone to save him, but all turn their heads away not willing to risk themselves for him. He wasn't worth the trouble, the pain. He tried his best not let the tears fall, but the onslaught, the brutally, his tormentors were well trained. They hit all the right spots, each hit was meant to not just bruise but be felt deep under his skin. It was a wonder he was still alive. Dirt covered his body and was especially prominent against his tear-stricken face. He reached out his hand again clawing at the ground in hopes of getting away from there, far away, yet he didn't have the strength to stand on his own two legs. Before he knew it he grabbed onto something strong and warm. Looking up he could hardly see his eyes so red and swollen.

Please let it be help, or at least not his enemy.

“Naruto how much longer are you going to keep up with the dramatics? Sakura gave you love taps and Ino didn't even crush your nuts.” Sasuke kicked Naruto's hand off his ankle his voice the tone one would use for a stubborn child. A stubborn, stupid, child.

It was neither friend nor foe, it was much worse than Naruto could anticipate.

“You bastard, you have no idea the hell I've endured. Sakura doesn't need to use her full strength to make it hurt, and I'm hungry. I just came back from traveling all day. Have you no sympathy?!” Naruto rolled onto his back, so his bruised stomach didn't hurt so much. Maybe Sasuke was right in that he could have received a lot more punishment but it still hurt! He had already used a lot of his energy rushing home to Konoha. Now his only means of getting back to his house was a prick Uchiha, his future looked bleak.

“Not for foolish dumb ninjas. If you want to just lay there and die be my guest, I'm going home.” The dark hair male shoved his hands in his pockets then walked away invulnerable to the yells and curses that followed him after. The broken heap stopped screaming after it became apparent only brick walls and strays could hear him. It was rather uncomfortable laying in the dirt while being wet, he was in sore need of a shower and bed rest. He almost felt like falling asleep where he was laid, his blue eyes fluttering shut. A quick nap wouldn't hurt.

“Is he gone?”

Naruto tried to sit up fast but gave up quickly when it hurt too much, instead, he tilted his head in a way that his neck was at a near 180 degrees in angle, was that even possible? In his sight, his upside down sensei holding two stacks of porn walking out from behind the cover of a closed food stand. He strolled over to the injured blond looking down at him with a happy smile, he assumed so since you can't see the other man's lips.

“Kakashi-sensei! I'm so glad your here! You have to help me, I've fallen and I can't get up!” He ignored whatever his teacher was talking about and foolishly reached his hands up while kicking his legs out like a little baby. It was quite amusing to the much older much more mature man until the imp turned over and clung to the mismatch eye man's legs.

“If you have enough energy to move like that you must not be too injured. Honestly Naruto get off my legs, my hands are too full to bother with you.” Kakashi tried moving his legs enough to squirm away but that only made the other man cling more. The jounin had to give up unless risk embarrassingly falling over and dropping all his precious books.

“Stop being so mean, I'm really cold, wet, hungry and dirty.. won't you help me please sensei?” Kakashi had a few things he wanted to say at that point, the foremost of being 'you fucking idiot..' but there was something in the tone, the way Naruto heavily gave him pleading shiny eyes, just how close this scene was too issue #7 of The Icha Icha series where the injured maiden was left into the forest for death when her handsome enemy came along then saved her, nursing her back to health and they shared a night of hot passion. He found himself in limbo, trapped in the middle. Should he kick the brat off and walk away or take him home and chance...

Sighing miserably he realized that while he didn't like it, somewhere inside of him was a weakness for those three brats. It was his first and only students, just because he didn't like them didn't mean he didn't care. He was telling himself it was because of that and not because he was thinking of the indecent images his mind came up with that he was going to help Naruto.

“Naruto turn over and hold these.” He tried not to think how that sounded as he waited watching puzzlement turn into wariness and to realization in deep sapphire eyes. Naruto slowly turned and sat up his movements slow, he slightly trembled as he reached for the books, maybe the boy wasn't faking as much as he thought. Blue eyes sparkled with amusement looking through Kakashi's collection, a smirk on his lips as the jounin bent down placing an arm under the boy's uncovered legs that looked as smooth as they felt, did he shave? The other was around his firm hard back, the silver hair man finally realized just how much Naruto really grew when he couldn't even get his arm fully around the young man's body and lifting him was a nightmare. He actually had to add chakra through his arms just so he could lift the boy off the ground and keep him from falling. His back really didn't like him right then.

“Naruto are you eating Jiraiya's frog summons? You've gotten fat.” Which was a lie, it was all muscle. He knew it, but the boy surpassed him in body mass and it was an insult to him as a man. Never mind Gai and Asuma they were his age, the punk little boy that use beg for new jutsu's now look like he could wrap one hand around Kakashi's bicep. At least Sasuke stayed lithe and slender like him.

“Who's fat? I train everyday! Look at this stomach...” Naruto lifted the already high riding shirt up and moved the books away from his stomach to show off his abs. Kakashi's eye twitched. Of course the idiot would take him seriously, he was far easier to bait and believed you meant every word you'd say. His free eye kept roaming down and he cursed himself every time.

“Naruto don't you dropped those books or I'm throwing you in the nearest garbage can.” Kakashi was trying his hardest to keep his tone from getting too aggressive but his student was waving candy in his face, so to speak. He should not have stopped. He should not have asked Sasuke that question. He should have not hid after he did because said boy promised death with the look in his eyes. The jounin wasn't about to deal with the rebel boy's petty pride, not when he had the well being of his books at stake. Same books laying right in Naruto's lap. He really shouldn't be staring there either.

His present company went quiet, odd in itself, and wrapped an arm around Kakashi's shoulder. Instantly the other man stopped, wanting nothing more than to drop the bulk in his arms. He didn't like the other taking such liberties with him, if not for those books... After a moment the blond laid his head down on his collarbone and held fast to the novels in his lap. Kakashi tilted his head down the barest amount his one uncovered eye twitched. Naruto just made himself comfortable and fell asleep on him.

Just like that.

He should be unnerved, no he was infuriated. This grown man, this stupid boy just dumped all his troubles onto him. He left it up to the jounin to take him home and put him to bed. Kakashi continued walking even more frustrated then before. Because in a more perverted way that's what he wanted to do. Yet it seemed so out of place. It wasn't like this before. He didn't notice things like Naruto had a sexy smile, he made one hot woman and his body was quite grown up. Yet despite it all the boy did still depended on his teacher. Which Kakashi hated most of all.

Naruto was that cute stray animal that you pet once and he followed everywhere there after. It was slightly adorable until your sitting on the toilet and it's there at your feet staring at you continuously with shiny eyes. Help me sensei, feed me sensei, makes all my worries go away sensei. It wasn't as if Naruto wasn't independent but he still needed. The spiky hair idiot wanted a family, he kept his friends so close. While he could do things for himself like stand up and walk home instead he begs for help wanting to get it just so he felt loved. Like a fool that's what the jounin did. Kakashi really shouldn't be supporting this behavior towards himself. He should have walked away.

Life's little regrets.

Now with a heavy burden in his arms, due to his own careless actions he forgave himself assuring that this was the last time for this sort of thing. He wouldn't so easily allow sparkling blue eyes to dupe him next time. Even the blessed Uchiha stares didn't work so well, it is true cuteness wins over threats. It's why women win arguments and you never look a pretty thing in the eyes. Kicking up dust as he neared the young boys house on the edge of the village he resolved to fight harder when next they meet. Naruto had won this round but he wouldn't let temptation win over wisdom again.

Standing on Naruto's doorstep he came to another obstacle. To get the door open without the use of his hands. It wasn't like he could henge a clone with his mind. Looking to his left he stared at the window. He could throw Naruto through it probably... wouldn't hurt the boy much. A crack of a most sadistic smile crossed his face before he shook his head thinking better of it. Taking a deep breath he lifted his leg and with the flat of his foot kicked the door in with a loud crack, knocking it off the hinges so it laid flat on the floor. The younger man slept on like a baby, where did all that ninja training go? Kakashi could never get so at ease in anyones company and all the blond did was curl into him more dragging a drool line over his vest, mumbling about penguins stealing his rainbows or something of that effect.

A lot more relaxed with releasing his tension on the young man's door he sauntered in the pane of wood creaking as he walked over it with renewed vigor, filled with his usual lazy cheer. The place look much as it had when the boy was a kid. Rather clean as Naruto didn't keep many possessions one acquires as a child. No one there to buy all those things you must have as a young child. By now he had grown old enough not to value material possessions aside from a painting here and old mask there..

His room was far more interesting. He had all sorts of pictures on the walls of his friends, people he met on his missions and travels, he even had several of Kakashi himself he wasn't aware of. Placing Naruto on the bed he covered up the dirty boy nearly naked in his short shirts and shirt the young man hardly stirred other to burrowing his face in a pillow. Not one to snoop he couldn't help but be curious when he had seen a picture of himself with fellow colleagues as a young man. It was taken at least a decade ago quite a bit before he even took Naruto as a student, where did he get it from?

It was taken at a bar stand and his old friends were there, all three of his team at that time was K.I.A. when he was still in ANBU. He himself was at the far end only slightly turned toward the camera with his expression no different then it looks today, only the smile in his eyes was a bit more real. Looking over more photographs he found a few of Sandaime and Jaraiya at a young age. These pictures were older than even Kakashi himself was. He looked at Naruto intently. It had been ages since he visited the boy's room, he never knew he was photo collector. He must have gone through a bit of trouble to gather all these. Perhaps from the old Hokages belongings.

When he found another picture one of himself when he was a chuunin he remembered getting his picture taken after the exam. Someone asked him to pose and he just snorted walking away. It explains why its of his back with some other person as the main focus but how the blond found such a miscellaneous photograph... why he wanted it was a mystery.

The walls were covered, all full of old and new photos, a few with Gai as a child which was disturbing since he look exactly the same in a smaller version. Naruto even kept a old photo of the 3rd Hokage and all three of his students, it was the only photo he guess the blue eye boy took liberty with to draw Orochimaru with a mustache, goatee with devil horns and a tail. Seeing it oddly enough made him laugh inside. Naruto didn't like the man but he had no fear of him either.

His joy was short lived to see a picture Jaraiya standing next to a man once his teacher. At that time that man was a boy, half the height of an adult and he looked up at the sannin with displeased eyes at his hair being ruffled by a large hand. In all his years he couldn't ever remember seeing Yondaime as a boy. No pictures at all. He turned around and swiftly left the room with a pointed look in his student's direction before leaving.

There are just some things a man doesn't want to think about.

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Such lovely fertile flowers so alive and filled with color. Pink ones, whites ones, all so lively and vibrant. They were so beautiful they brought a tear to the old man's eyes. Delicate in nature, enchanting by design he could look at them all day and never grow tired or bored. If he could he'd like to die laying in a flower bed covered by their soft petals, the warmth of their sweetness at his side. That was how he wanted to go.

“Jiraiya as much as I don't like with holding you from seeking inspiration I have to a few words to share with you.”

The older man tense only slightly. It wasn't Kakashi appearance that had him alarmed, he felt him coming, but the tone of his voice as low as he spoke words hardly carried by the wind. He turned to see the young man not even bother to fake a smile and he raised a brow. Looking through the peephole at his flower garden of naked female bodies he sighed ripping himself away. Whenever the boy came around he usually had something important to say, he just couldn't turn away his number one fan.

Standing up and scratching the back of his head he sighed miserably starting to walk away when he heard more giggles and his feet where magically pulled back into place kneeling before the hole. He held out a hand before Kakashi could even say anything signaling he was stealing one last moment. The silver hair jounin was bothered enough that he had the urge to pull the other man's hair away and start yelling obscenities in his ear. He didn't become the ninja he was today by losing self control as he started talking knowing the other could hear him.

“I went into Naruto's room today.”

Jiraiya was motionless, his back still to other. A oppressing atmosphere fell over the ally. The younger man calmly waited as his feelings settled, the stirrings of an outburst ready to erupt before his rage slowed to a boil, cooled enough to continue on.

“Did you think it was a wise thing to do?”

Jiraiya was quick to reply to that, his voice monotone.

“Who are you concerned about him or yourself?” Kakashi bristled as if slapped in the face, the old toad sannin continued on. “It's not that I don't understand it better to hide things to spare other people, but to use it as a way to become a coward and shut out everyone... You might not listen to me but I imagine sooner or later he'll wait you out.”

As the older man stood, dusting off his knees and stretching out his back with a crack the jounin tighten his hands to fists, his visible eye harden to a glare but when he spoke again his voice was still neutral with just a hint of malice.

“What exactly are you getting at? Your in no right to change my way of life, your certainly not my fa-”

“I don't intend to be...” He cut the masked man off shrugging his shoulders and making a face as though he swallowed something distasteful. “...But one of these days these old bones of mine are going to lay to rest and they will alone. For all the people in the world close to me and my past are gone. I have very little left. Your young, you could still get a wife.” He extenuated the word wife and his present company gave off the aura of a man about to choke someone. Turning his head Jaraiya had the most devious smile on his face. “Mostly its enjoyable to watch your life turn to chaos, everywhere that brat goes he is always leaving piles of shit in his wake. To see you waddling through it puts a smile on my face.” The hermit man let out a roar of laughter and never before did Kakashi desire to vitally damage the man.

It's not as if he ever had a reason too before, Jaraiya's actions were already out of place. Yet he couldn't just very well let the other get away with it, he knew he couldn't kill the legendary ninja but he could sacrifice his life doing it, crazier things have happened.

“Your not going to kill me so don't even try, who would finish the Icha Icha series then?”

Glowering at the sannin who just read his mind he logically concluded if he died in the attack he wouldn't be able to read it anyway. Though he yearned to see it to the end. He needed his fix of smut, to have all the mysteries solved and story line to be completed. No he couldn't leave it end off like that... All his rage left him and he was left as ash to a fire. Nothing but a kindling ached in his stomach as the older man cheerily walked past him.

“Just because your older doesn't mean you don't have something to learn from your younger generation Copy-nin, now I'm off, all this talking has brain stormed me a whole new idea just begging to be brought to life!”

The perverted toad ninja waved his hand as he retreated delightfully happy where Kakashi was emotionally defeated. The one person he thought understood him and he was really against him. He was siding with Naruto's ideals yet neglected to act on them himself, what a selfish fat bastard! He'd get him later for that. Walking on towards home he wish again to make people just go away. He didn't need old geezers butting in or blond idiots hassling him. He liked things the way they were.

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Cuddling his blanket close Naruto began to wonder why his bed was so cold. Did the penguins do that? Somewhere between dreamland and reality he realized that made no sense, penguins live in the arctic. Opening his eyes and feeling around his bed, for a brief embarrassing moment he realized his bed was very wet. Looking down at his crotch he sighed relief, it would be mortifying if a man his age started wetting the bed. His bed was soaked and covered in dirt with his comforter kicked to the floor. It seemed Kakashi-sensei had no qualm's about sending Naruto to bed covered in dirt and water. The older man could have at least peeled off his clothes. His eyes scanned his room, he was grateful the jounin didn't leave him out on the street the moment he fell asleep. He knew the jounin wasn't that bad of a guy.

Stretching his arms out the dim light coming from the partially closed blinds told him while he hadn't been sleeping long the day was well on its way to night. The orange glow illuminated his sparsely furnished room was quite appealing to him, he had the urge to paint his room orange, orange with red swirls. Only he forgotten he meant to do that a few times a month, each time he'd put it off.

Pulling off the teeny tiny shirt and pair of shorts he felt a sense of relief. Shifting from foot to foot he swore never to wear the shorts again, lest he never want to have Uzumaki babies. He walked out of his room naked as the day he was born and down the hall to his bathroom all the while rubbing his sore muscles. His body ached and the cat nap only helped so much.

When his feet touched the cold floor he remembered something else he'd been meaning to buy, a carpet for the bathroom floor. Being a young ninja bachelor he was away from home more often then not. He stopped keeping perishable food in the house quite a while ago since it would wastefully go bad and he wasn't that good of a cook anyway. Ramen, take out and occasionally Iruka's home cooking was what he ate these days. He hated having to do his laundry and cleaning the house with chemical products when he hardly used it at all. Menial tasks where annoying to him, as a future Hokage he planned to assign a house maid first thing. When he was Hokage he could always order Sasuke to do it and the bastard would have to obey.

He turned on the hot water as he jumped into the shower deciding if it would be more demeaning to make Sasuke wear a black and white maid outfit or a frilly pink apron. Dipping his head under the still cool water he began humming a tune off key as he grabbed the soap to wash his bits and pieces. The water was slightly tinted as it fell down the drain, all the dirt washed away from his body and he almost purred as the water became hot relieving the stress of his muscles.

He put the soap down and squeezed some shampoo on his hair as he contemplated his next course of action. He needed food. Again he cursed his luck and prayed he still had ramen in the cupboard. If Kakashi-sensei would have played nice and just bought him dinner to start with his stomach wouldn't feel like it was carnivorously eating his insides right now. He stopped humming when he thought about his former teacher. Washing his hair he thought about how hot and cold the man was. It wasn't easy to tell what the man's limits of affection were. Though he didn't appreciate his ninja glomp the other month, he didn't seem to mind carrying him home today. Sometimes in his younger days his sensei would bring him vegetables trying to force him to eat healthier. Now that he thought about it, Kakashi didn't ignore him as much as when he was younger. Though Kakashi always set how long he'd hang around Naruto it was never this restricted. The blond had to resort to extreme alternative methods just to get the man to stop in the street and acknowledge him. If the older man didn't like mud balls thrown at his back he should just say hi to the blue eye man once and a while.

Huffing he rinsed off and got out of the shower wanting to pull back as soon as his feet touched the cold floor. Sucking it up he stood on the cool tiles as a mist ran through the air, his bathroom mirror clouded. Water dripped to the floor as he realized he had no towels in here. Sighing he walked out of his warm heaven to the hallway. With his hot water mist gone he quickly waddled over to the linen closet the air turning the water on his body icy so he quickly scrambled to get a towel.

He ignored as his feet left dark imprints of water on the carpet as he went back to his room to dress. Once in the room he glared at his dirty bedsheets as though they'd stop being dirty if he stared at them long enough. Another chore he didn't want to do. Rummaging around his clothes he grabbed a red tee shirt that was a little small for his size and long black shorts that squeezed him. All his orange clothes were dirty spilling out from his laundry basket at the corner of his room like an angry colorful blob. Did he grow that much since he left and had it really been that long since he did the wash? He was wondering what that tangent smell was. He wasn't looking forward to cleaning them. With a turn of his nose he decided to do it later and quickly dressed.

It was as standing before his dresser he noticed two stacks of books. Upon closer inspection he realized they were the one's Kakashi-sensei bought. Lifting them up and looking them over he wondered just how could the other man forget them, these were more important then... well porn was Kakashi's ramen. His joy in life. Scooping up the piles he decided to bring them to him. Walking out of his room and past the kitchen Naruto snickered. He'd trade the books for a ramen dinner, the jounin couldn't refuse him then! He'll eat like a king tonight. As he went to open his front door balancing all the books in one hand he heard an odd creaking as he turned the knob, before figuring out what it was the door collapsed on him the books flying in every direction. Trapped under the door Naruto changed his mind about Kakashi being a good guy, the bastard broke down his door! Pushing it off his body and sitting up he felt a cool breeze flow through the house and ruffle his hair. This meant war.

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Kakashi miserably kicked off his shoes at the front door and sneezed, he hoped he wasn't getting a cold, he had been doing that a lot on his long walk home. Being long as in he stopped at the memorial to visit his old friends. Morosely he walked up the stairs to get a shower. When he entered his bathroom and turned on the light his skin prickled. Stilling he scanned the room and noticed he left his bathroom window open from that morning when he had to... air out the bathroom. Shaking off the slight alarm he closed it and began stripping starting off with his vest and shirt. He was taking off his pants when a shiver went down his spine. It was really cold in here. In his underwear and mask he turned on the water and threw his clothes over top the hamper right next to the shower. He barely spared the time to take off his boxers and mask before he jumped in the tub. The water warmed quickly and he savored the feeling of it beating down on his flesh.

Opening his eyes and looking to the ceiling he pondered over Jaraiya's words earlier. If he didn't know any better, the toad man was more than just cheering on Naruto's harassment, he could be feeding him ideas. The blond was dense so he wouldn't catch onto Kakashi's thoughts by himself, but Jaraiya was wise enough to. That's not to say the old man knew anything, Kakashi didn't say a word about it to him. He shrugged it off and started soaping his body up. Though the sannin's comment earlier ate at him. The way he said wife and the look in his eye. Shaking his head the jounin started washing his body harder ignoring his trail of thoughts. He was just paranoid, Jaraiya didn't know, Naruto didn't know, there was nothing wrong.

While washing his hair he wondered why the chill in his body didn't go away. He stopped sneezing and he didn't feel cold but there was something in the air making him itch under the skin. He swiftly finished his shower turning off the water and reached for a towel on the wall rack. He was wiping off his face when he opened the curtain. Looking around his bathroom everything seemed orderly enough. Everything was in place and clean, yet he looked to see his clothes fell off the hamper. Walking out of the tub he wrapped the towel around his face ignoring his nude body and swiftly opened the hamper. A pair of mis-matched eyes met those of blue oceans. Naruto was clutching a pair of black boxers, squeezed in the hamper in a most uncomfortable position. He stared long and hard wondering if he should be pissed off Naruto was stalking him again or laugh hysterically. He continued to glare while a hand waved.

“Hey Kakashi-sensei... I was ummm... burrowing your... underpants.” The blond stared at the underwear while talking reaching for anything to say. Kakashi couldn't take it and closed the lid, leaving the bathroom without a word. He was in front of his dresser putting on another mask first ignoring that he was dripping water everywhere when he started laughing. He felt angry, Naruto intruded on his privacy, the bastard was hiding in the bathroom while he was showering. It was the most ridiculous thing in his life. If the kid was an assassin he could have been killed, but he wasn't, he was an underpants thief trying to look at his naked face. The thought made all of the silver hair jounin's energy leave him and he clung to the bureau while he was in a fit of giggles.

The older man was busy muffling his laughter into his arm lying against the dresser awkwardly when his “thief” came out the bathroom. The other man ignored him in favor of trying to pull himself together, he was in tears for crying out loud. Naruto stood out the far side of the room only one step away from the bathroom. He was concerned since his teacher seemed to have flown off his rocker. Either Kakashi had lost it or was currently trying to get it back to take out holy hell on his ass. He was not comforted by either thought contemplatively looking to the door with longing.

The sharingan user began to dry himself off little burst of the gigglies escaping his lips, Naruto found it creepy. Kakashi wanted to be mad, he sincerely did. He wondered if anyone had this problem, a blond wart on the side of their toe that you try to get rid of and it keeps coming back. It's no wonder how he got Sasuke to come back, the punk just wouldn't stay down. A cold realization ran through his body and he stilled in the middle of putting on his other pant leg. The pause scared the other room's occupant greatly.

Jaraiya said it would happen. He said Naruto would whittle down his reserve. Wearily putting his pants on, he zipped them up and turned to his guest. The blond was trying to measure the look he was getting but the scale was going against his favor. Kakashi stared at the other like he was the enemy, he WAS the enemy, this boy was trying to break him down, tame him. Naruto was trying to steal away his defenses. Chipping little by little at everything that made him who he was. The younger man withered guessing maybe he was right, his sensei gained back his senses and if he wasn't careful the other might just try to hurt him.

“Ka-Kaka-Kakashi-sensei don't look at me like that, I didn't mean any harm.” The dark gleam in the older man's eye had the ramen lover sweating, he raised his hands in surrender. “Really, I didn't even see much of anything anyway.” When Kakashi broke the cold stare to put on a shirt it only alarmed Naruto more. The slow walk to the bed where the masked man sat down, his every movement contained with dangerous leased power frightened Naruto, since he knew the cause was all from him. It made him think his blackmail idea wasn't any good, not now, things were becoming increasingly risky.

“That's not what what most people who see me naked say.” Kakashi huffed resting his elbow on his knee cheek perched on his fist. His sensei looked put off. If Naruto didn't know any better that was a little pout the older man was sporting. The blond was like a fish in a flower patch. What was with Kakashi's intense mood swings lately? The younger male would question his sensei's gender and menstrual cycle if he wasn't also in fear of repercussions. He would keep that rebuttal to himself.

For as heavy as the air was before the silver hair man's aura calmed considerably though Naruto was sure it was all buried down somewhere. For all the years he knew the other man Kakashi did not reveal his emotions if he could help it, the instant he did then would quickly gather himself and dismiss them. The blue eye prankster wasn't sure if it was because the veteran jounin found that good ninja's never lose control or just because he didn't want to show anything that could viewed as a weakness. Though it could be said it was just a genius thing, something he himself would never understand. Considering the geniuses he knew they all strode to being perfect and emotionless. Which ended up making them extra emotional if you poked them just right, what idiots.

One dark brown eye rolled and the lips behind the mask were moving. “That was a joke Naruto. Now why in... no, no, I won't even ask. Whatever gave you that idea and made it logical in your head I don't need to know as no man should. I will tell you I won't forget this and will be paying you back, so leave so I can relax and kick the shit out of you later.” Again Kakashi's tone was light and pleasant yet Naruto felt a wave of doom crashing over his senses. The man certainly would be remembering this for later. Though he still held a trump card!

Steeling his nerves he slowly slunk over to stand before Kakashi and crotched moving slow as not to alarm his sensei. A hard dark eye gradually widen in surprise as he the blond kneeled before him slow and gracefully his breathing stopped and he was on high alert. When Naruto's arm brushed his leg the older man bolted back jumping onto the ceiling. As Naruto stared up at his sensei who was currently upside down giving him one of the most strangest looks his hand froze and from Kakashi's bird's eye view he saw a book in the young blond's hand that he pulled from under his bed. The older man's heart was hammering in his chest and blood swimming in a rush through his veins, it took a few more moments to realize that it was really a book in Naruto's hand, his book in fact, one of many he purchased earlier.

The blond looked slapped, frightened and bewildered all at once. Kakashi felt a ripple of guilt though he wasn't sure why. The boy had invaded his home and space, he had every right to be alarmed and should be beating the crap out of the boy. Wounded eyes turned away from the awkward stare up/down gaze when Naruto looked to the bed as to distract himself. Feeling rather foolish the silver hair man released his chakra from the wall and landed smoothly on the bed slightly hoping to read the other man's eyes and catch a glimpse into what the kid might be thinking. They remained diverted and the silence thickened between them. His life was so much better when he was left alone so much more peaceful. He didn't have to worry about underpants thieves breaking into his home and turning situations around to make him feel like the criminal.

“I have a proposition for you Kakashi-sensei...” Naruto broke the silence and gave him a devious hard stare with an evil smirk. “More like... an exchange of sorts.” The whisker marks on the boy's cheeks looked like rows of evil smiles. Something simmered in those blue eyes aside from mischief, it look like pain. What did Kakashi do? It wasn't his fault stupid boy didn't have the right to stare at him like that! The harden ninja sneered though there was a rebellious emotion running around his body taking the heart out of his conviction. This is what he was talking about, this is why he couldn't be around this boy.

A hard smack of the book on the sun-kissed hair boy's hand brought the jounin's focus back into the conversation at hand. “All your books to be returned to you once you buy me all the ramen I want.” Naruto held the book up tauntingly, a fist on his side, hip twisted almost effeminately. Like a tease. “I have them all hidden somewhere only I know, you can have them all back once I'm satisfied.” It was Kakashi's turn to be shocked again. His face lit up red and there was a look in his eyes that the boy couldn't read, it was scary yes, but he wasn't afraid this time. His former sensei WOULD bend to his will and give him what he wanted. He owed Naruto something from treating him like a disease not to be touched. Uzamaki Naruto would not take that shit anymore, certainly not from his sensei no matter how much the other man disliked to be touched.

“Well? What do you say... Ka.Ka.Shi. Sensei ?” Naruto accentuated the last part purring it out as it rolled off his tongue. Kakashi looked away face red, the room filling up with pure friction.

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I'd write more but than I can't be sure when I'd have time, I'm such a procrastinator three pages could take me days or weeks. As it was these ten pages took three months. Sure life and anime music videos got in the way but I digress. Reviews help even when it doesn't seem like I'll be updating. Thank you to the five people who help make this chapter possible. I'll add a point into the story eventually as well. Next chapter will the silver dog have his day or will the naughty fox get his way?