A Flash of Pink

Kakashi awoke suddenly, his ninja senses alert, he was trapped and he couldn’t move. There was also some sort of blunt object poking his left buttock. Unable to feel any presence other than Iruka’s he cracked an eye open. He was in an unfamiliar room – a bedroom most likely judging by the furniture. Why would he be in an unfamiliar bedroom with Iruka?



As the blunt object poked him again he suddenly remembered that Iruka had invited him in out of the storm last night. He had fallen asleep sitting on Iruka’s couch waiting for the man to finish his shower. Iruka had cautiously shaken his shoulder to awaken him and had offered to let him stay the night. They had had to share the bed because Iruka’s couch was too small to sleep on and his futon was at the cleaners due to Naruto spilling ramen on it, but it was still better than Kakashi’s cold and empty apartment.



Sure now that the blunt object was not dangerous he squirmed tyring to make himself more comfortable and was rewarded with a low moan in his ear, an arm like a steel bar tightening across his stomach and the blunt object being ground in between his buttocks. It suddenly dawned on Kakashi just what the blunt object had to be and he blushed.



This was quite possibly one of the most embarrassing situations that the copy-nin had ever been in. Over the course of his life he’d watched (discreetly and from a safe distance) plenty of men have ‘night dreams’ and he’d been watched (from an even safer distance) by his own comrades. He’d never, however, had the dubious pleasure of being mistaken for someone’s dream-lover. He didn’t quite know what to do about it.



If he made a big scene and woke Iruka up then it would be even more humiliating and Iruka would probably never speak to him again. If he did nothing about it he risked Iruka becoming even more excited and this dream turning into a ‘wet’ dream. Kakashi would be on the receiving end of said wetness if that came to pass and when Iruka woke up and saw the evidence he would be humiliated and probably never speak to Kakashi again. Both of them were equally bad choices in Kakashi’s opinion.



Whilst Kakashi’s brain was anguishing over what to do about Iruka and his hard on, Kakashi’s body decided that being ground against was not life-threatening however lack of sleep certainly was. Against his will he felt his eyelids droop shut, in his last conscious moments the treacherous thought that maybe being held this closely wasn’t really all that bad crossed his mind.



Kakashi awoke suddenly, his ninja senses alert, Iruka was getting out of bed and Kakashi’s back was cold. Sitting up and scratching the back of his head he mumbled a morning greeting to his friend and received an equally drowsy reply. Whilst Iruka padded off to the bathroom Kakashi made the bed and took a few moments to pat himself down, surreptitiously checking for any damp and or crusty spots. Not finding any he breathed a sigh of relief, crises averted.



He headed for the kitchen and started the kettle to make tea and dug around in the fridge looking for something edible to have for breakfast. Settling on omelettes he took out the egg carton to get started. Iruka strolled into the kitchen humming cheerfully and scratching his chest through his pyjamas.



“I had the most wonderful dream last night” he announced. Kakashi nearly crushed the egg in his hand in shock.



“I dreamt that I had decamped off to the hot-springs for a holiday, and that there was no paperwork. It was wonderful.” Iruka picked up the kettle that had started boiling and made two cups of tea, stirring a spoonful of honey into Kakashi’s.



“I have to go see the Hokage first thing this morning with Sakura,” Kakashi announced as he flipped the omelettes, “I told her that I would pick her up around 8am from her parents place.” Personally he thought that his input probably wasn’t worth the breath that it would be reported with. Sakura was the one who had gathered all of their intelligence.



“That’s wonderful” Iruka chirped in response “I told Naruto that I would take him to the Hokage’s tower this morning and borrow a couple of scrolls for him to study. If we swing past his apartment to pick him up we after we collect Sakura we should still make it in to see the Hokage before she gets too inundated with paperwork.”



Kakashi glanced at Iruka from the corner of his eye, the man was suspiciously cheerful this morning. Just how long had he been in the bathroom for anyway?



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Iruka stumbled out the Hokage’s office in a daze. He had a mission with Kakashi! It was incredible, he – a chuunin sensei, had a mission with an ex-ANBU jounin and he was in charge. Sakura and Naruto would be there as well but he wasn’t going to let that get in the way of his plans for the silver-haired nin. Of course they were leaving straight away which wasn’t necessarily a good thing as Iruka had been hoping to have a chance to go home to ‘release some tension’.



He and Naruto had dropped Kakashi and Sakura off at the Hokage’s office whilst they went to the storage rooms to hunt down some special scrolls for Naruto to study. They had found a couple of likely looking scrolls rather easily, Iruka had booked them out in his name and they had wandered back up to the Hokage’s office under the pretence that Naruto wanted to ask Sakura out to lunch.



As they neared the office there were nearly run over by Shizune who, it turned out, had been sent to find them. They had been shooed into the office and Tsunade had smiled rather evilly.



“Perfect timing, I have a mission for you Iruka.” She said handing him a pink velvet ribbon. Iruka glanced at Kakashi who looked very disgruntled and at Sakura who was obviously trying to smother her giggles. Naruto immediately launched into a verbal barrage at the Hokage about the mission whilst Iruka ran the ribbon lightly through his fingers.



“That’s enough Naruto” Kakashi eventually said quietly, Naruto turned a glare onto his sensei and team leader but he did stop harassing Tsunade.



“Your mission is simple. There is an exiled Grass noble who has employed a small band of missing-nin to help him in his procurement of young girls and they are headed towards Konoha. We have information that he is particularly interested in ‘acquiring’ several ninja to add to his ‘collection’. He does not obtain these girls with their consent.” Iruka sighed; he hated child-molesters with every fibre of his being.



Tsunade continued to outline the plan; Kakashi and Naruto would use Naruto’s sexy-no-jutsu and along with Sakura they would pretend to be a weak team of kunoichi with their male Chuunin-sensei. This was supposed to be irresistible bait to the grass-nin, Iruka didn’t see how but Tsunade knew these things more intimately than he did. He sincerely hoped that it wasn’t through personal experience.



When they had lured the grass-nin they were to allow themselves to be separated, the ‘girls’ were to be captured and taken back to the Grass noble. Iruka was to follow them undetected and scout the area they were taken to. They needed to ascertain if any of the previous victims were still alive and if so where they were being held. He was to infiltrate the facility and gather as much information as possible before ‘rescuing’ his charges.



Team Iruka’s primary mission was the extraction of the abused girls if they lived or the whereabouts of their graves if they didn’t; their secondary mission was to ensure that none of the men from Grass lived to continue their foul operation. The mere thought that something so hideous could happen to one of the children in their village would preclude any failure of this mission.



In order to make their disguises fool-proof she had Naruto transform into his sexy-no-jutsu form and adjusted his seal to prevent him from popping back to normal if he was injured and to prevent the enemy from sensing his enormous chakra. She then had him break the supplementary seal twice to prove that if he was in real danger he could fight back properly. Then she had Kakashi perform the same jutsu.



Kakashi as a teenage girl was divine in Iruka’s opinion, small and finely boned, yet still muscular, with a boyish frame and silver hair pulled back into a short braid. He was showing his entire face, although Iruka doubted that it resembled his own face, as well as two bright pale-blue eyes. He had dressed himself in a cream colour slip dress which he had belted with his hitae-ate, ninja boots like Sakura’s and pale arm guards with his normal black fingerless gloves.



Tsunade had Iruka tie the pink ribbon around Kakashi’s throat, it had a seal woven into the fabric and as long as it was in contact with his skin it would act in the same manner as Naruto’s seal. Iruka had let his fingers delicately run all around Kakashi’s neck as he had tied the ribbon on. His fingers still tingled from the contact; he had to find an excuse to touch him again.