Umi No Koi

A/N: Like I said before, I wrote this last July...it was kind of my first attempt at fanfiction, let alone Yaoi...
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Iruka woke to find himself tied to a bed in a sunny, well lit room. His initial thought was that it had been a dream, but the cold, cruel realization set in when he felt how the mental effects of the Sharingan had taken their toll. He stretched his muscles as much as he could, assessing the situation.
Why am I here? What could they possibly want with me?
He heard the door open and looked over in that direction. A young man with long blonde hair came in, a strange look crossing his feminine face.
“So you’re awake, yeah?”
Iruka opened his parched mouth but no sound came out. The man set a jug of water down on the bedside table, pouring a cup full of water into Iruka’s open mouth. Iruka sputtered and coughed.
“How ungraceful, yeah.” The man said, setting the cup down and staring at him.
Iruka felt his anger rising inside him. “No kidding, you idiot! You can’t just pour water into some unsuspecting person’s mouth and expect them to swallow it all!”
“Don’t yell at me, yeah.”
“I’ll yell at whomever I damn well please!”
“Fine, yeah.” The man shrugged, turning to go.
“Wait!”
The man stopped, turning his head.
“Where am I? Who are you?”
The blond smiled. “I’m not going to answer if you yell. And my name is Deidara, if you must know, Iruka.” He tossed his blond hair annoyingly and left, shutting the door behind him. Iruka lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Great! Just great…
After several hours of laying nearly motionless in the bed, someone else came in to the room. Iruka looked up again. It was Kisame. He came in, taking Iruka’s wrist gently in his large, surprisingly soft hands. He bandaged it gently, being extra careful.
“What am I doing here? Why are you doing this?” Iruka snapped, though instantly regretting it. Kisame’s eyes were sad as he lifted Iruka easily out of the bed. Iruka realized he was naked and turned a bright red. Kisame noticed this and wrapped him in a sheet, placing Iruka’s good arm around his neck as he did so.
“Where are we going?”
Kisame just ignored him and walked down the hall. It was then that Iruka noticed that his arm was still around Kisame’s neck and blushed. The truth was, Iruka felt safe in Kisame’s arms. Safer than he had ever felt in Konoha. He leaned his head against the other man’s chest, listening to the soft beat of Kisame’s heart and feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest. Kisame opened the door to a small, white room with lots of cupboards. A blue-haired woman sat with her back to them, writing something in a notebook. She turned around and Iruka was surprised at how pretty she was. A large white, paper flower rested above her left ear.
“Hey, Kisame-san. It this that one guy?”
“Yes.”
She sighed with a soft smile. “Okay, lets take a look at him.” Kisame sat Iruka down gently on a couch that was against he farthest wall. The blue-haired girl took Iruka’s wrist gently and examined the bandage, then taking it off and squeezing his wrist gently in several places. Iruka winced and tried to pull back.
“Oh, no you don’t.” She grabbed his elbow. “Kisame-san, please step out for a minute.”
“But Konan-sama…”
“Please, Kisame-san.”
He nodded and left. Konana sighed, setting Iruka’s wrist.
“Please be nice to him.”
“What?”
“Be nice to Kisame-san. He really gets the short end of the stick a lot. People fail to see past the monster to the nice guy he really is…”
“Tch, he’s an s-rank criminal, how nice can he be?”
Konan sent him a death glare. “And so am I. But that’s not stopping me from setting your wrist, is it?”
Iruka sighed. “I was kidnapped in the dead of night, what the hell am I supposed to think, I don’t even know what I am doing here.”
“Kisame saw you and he liked you.”
“Liked me, like as a friend? You cant just take someone away in the middle of the night! ”
The woman giggled into her hand. “No, he likes you likes you. Like, boyfriend. And you can if you‘re in the Akatsuki.”
Iruka tried hard not to make a face, but instead tried to move his arm.
“You never did say your name.” She said distractedly.
“Umino Iruka.”
She giggled politely again “That’s cute! A shark and a dolphin!” Iruka glowered as she glided gracefully across the room and opened the door. Kisame was leaning against the wall outside.
“Were you listening in?”
Kisame’s face changed from feigned innocence to blatant guilt. She smiled, stepping out of the way so Kisame could pick Iruka up.
Once again, Iruka felt himself being lifted up, his tanned butt being shown to Konan and the couch. She blushed behind her hand and looked away. Kisame covered him up and carried him back to the room he came from.

Kisame laid Iruka down on the bed and left. Iruka stared after him. If what Konan said was true, then why hadn’t Kisame said two words to him yet?
Iruka thought about this for a moment, remembering Hinata’s interaction with Naruto. For the longest time, she wouldn’t say a word to him because she liked Naruto.
Could this monster, this man, like Iruka that much?
“Why would someone like me? I’m just a chunnin and a schoolteacher.” He said out loud, looking up at the ceiling.
The door opened again and Kisame came in again, this time, there was a man in a orange mask in tow. The man in the orange mask was carrying a tray with food and bouncing up and down.
“So you’re Umino Iruka?” The man in the orange mask said, setting the tray down on the table and pressing his face close to Iruka’s, inspecting his face. Iruka pushed him away with his good hand.
“Tobi-san, please give Iruka-san some room.”
Tobi pulled away and looked at Kisame, before bounding out of the room.
“See you later, Kisame-san!” He called from the doorway.
Iruka stared after him.
“Uh…is he alright?”
“He’s a good kid.” Kisame said, pouring Iruka a cup of tea and handing it to him. Iruka cupped the tea in his good hand, his muscles aching from the Sharingan’s effects. The warmth from the tea felt good against his hand. He placed it to his lips and blew on the liquid, sizing up his surroundings. There was a window, an armoire, the bed, of course, the bedside table, a stool, and a large chair. Kisame was sitting on the stool, sipping his tea. Iruka took a sip and cleared his throat.
“Kisame-san, why did you kidnap me?”
Kisame sat, staring into his tea, a slight tinge of darker blue spreading across his face. Iruka analyzed the situation, his teacher instincts kicking in. He wasn’t going to say anything. He was going to let Kisame address the situation.
Iruka blinked his eyes innocently and looked at Kisame, who continued to sip his tea, pretending to ignore Iruka. Kisame was painfully aware of the chunnin’s gaze, the color rising in his cheeks. He drained his teacup and set the tray of food in Iruka’s lap before turning and leaving.
“Wait! Where are you going?” He called after the man. Kisame turned his head slightly.
“I…I have a mission.” He stammered, before closing the door behind him. Iruka looked down at the food on his plate, poking at it with his chopsticks.
He examined the food closely, just in case. It appeared to be fine and he began to shovel it in his mouth hungrily. After he finished, he got up, despite his protesting muscles, and tried to look out the window. He sat on the window sill and looked out over a heavily forested area. It was raining heavily, the clouds clinging to the nearby mountains, wrapping around them in wispy spirals.