The Taste of Victory

Chapter 2 - Revolt of a kind nature



Iruka lay there, what was that? What just happened? There were so very many questions whirling around in his head , he began to get quite a severe headache merely from trying to answer them all. As he lay there, back on the sofa, he felt totally lost in his thoughts, he knew that he was enjoying the passion that he was experiencing with Kakashi and that, at that moment, making love to him appeared the next step, a step that he felt would enviably be taken and that Iruka may indeed enjoy. But for some reason his body responded in an opposite way to his mind. Kakashi had been in his dreams for the last year since they had met, everything about him fascinated Iruka, the way he fought, the way he trained, the way he trained others, and above all, the way that he was able to undertake everything in the calmest ways possible.

Iruka sighed, he was sure that there were many ninja, female and male who would have jumped at the idea of sleeping with the renowned Copy Ninja, and he was no exception, so why did he flee? He lay there contemplating this, when a bedroom door opened, Iruka swiftly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, surely the Jounin would not ravage him while he was sleeping?! But these kind of thoughts would always pass through Iruka’s head, especially if it was about Kakashi, who reads all kinds of dirty novels and short stories of explicit nature, much of that could easily rub off on such a hentai as Kakashi. So Iruka squinted slightly, aiming to give the impression to the copy ninja that he was asleep while still being able to see the elders movements around him.

But this was all a waste of effort, Kakashi made his way in the darkness from Iruka’s bedroom, to his own then closed the door behind himself.

For some reason Iruka felt a twinge of loneliness and disappointment, it’s not like he wanted to be ravaged on the sofa, but perhaps the opportunity to see the Jounin and perhaps him still a kiss from his limp form on the sofa, was that much to ask, most of the time the Chunin uses all his strength to pull away the elder Ninja, but this night he would have gladly at least let Kakashi have a little bit of fun with him even if it wasn’t going all the way!



So he merely lay there, a single silent tear flowed down Iruka’s cheek, what was this? Was he crying? Over Kakashi? No, it must be the light from the bedroom which burnt his eyes earlier, no way would tears fall from Iruka’s eyes because of that Scarecrow. But Iruka knew the truth, all this time that Kakashi had been chasing him, Iruka had, not exactly enjoyed it, however it made him feel desired, wanted, he felt like he wouldn’t be lonely if Kakashi had always been there chasing after a mere kiss. But perhaps Kakashi was getting bored of him, after all this time of chasing, and especially after Iruka’s actions earlier this evening, perhaps the Jounin was off to look for easier prey. The tear was joined by several more, and before Iruka had the power to stop himself, he was crying a river down his cheeks, he turned over in the sofa and buried his face in a cushion.

What was this? No, he mustn’t cry. Iruka began to get very angry with himself over his soppy actions, he began punching the cushions, the force of the bouts resulted in feathers exploding from one corner of the cushion, his tears were flowing heavier now, pouring down his cheeks like a river, his eyes were itching from all the tears and his face was turning a very dark red. If Kakashi was not interested in him anymore, what was the point? Iruka had no parents, no family, there would be no-one there for him, to flatter him. Then came the daunting thoughts about who Kakashi may turn his sights to after his passion for the Chunin faded. Gai, Asuma, Orochimaru, Hayate? He just didn‘t know anymore, and he couldn‘t stand the idea, but why? He never saw Kakashi as someone he cared dearly about, but after all of the dreams and the dread of Kakashi being with someone else.



Iruka had come to his conclusion, he would have to face himself, he wasn’t sure that he was totally ready, but still, it was the truth and he secretly he had known it all along. The Chunin continued to pummel the cushion, then collapsed onto the sofa in a cloud of feathers and tears. He turned over to face the ceiling, slowly he raised one hand into the air and felt the cool breeze being emitted by the window behind him.

‘Don’t leave me’, he whispered softly into the black void ‘I love you’.