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Good-night Kisses
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male › Kakashi/Iruka
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Hero
Title: Goodnight Kisses Part 2/5
Chapter 2: Hero
Chapter Rating: PG
Summary: Series of shorts on kisses Part 2 of 5.
Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine because if it was we know Kakashi would be tied to the bed and Iruka would never make it to class on time.
A week passed without Iruka seeing the silver-haired shinobi. He worried, at first, that Kakashi was avoiding him. Then, when he saw the names of those out on missions, he worried more but for an entirely different reason. It wasn't like a week was that long for a mission, but the fact somehow didn't ease the chunin's mind.
Iruka shoved the negative thoughts aside as he ran along the path that wound through the trees just outside Konoha. Of course, the moment he tried to stop worry about Kakashi, he started thinking about the kiss, and that was just as, if not more, distracting. Smiling, the chunin pushed himself to run harder so he'd have to think about his breathing.
After an hour of running at near break-neck speed around the village, Iruka leaned against a tree, panting heavily. It really shouldn't have worn him out so quickly, but he'd had surprising difficulty controlling his breathing. His chest hurt, and his legs felt wobbly. He cursed and shook his head at his own foolish inability to focus.
The crashing sound startled him out of his daze, and Iruka whipped around the tree looking for the source. At first, he couldn't see anyone, but he could feel another ninja's chakra and knew he wasn't alone. It was erratic and barely there, but he could feel it somewhere close by.
His eyes took note of the broken twig; it's end slightly darker than the rest of it. It wasn't until he saw the drop fall that he realized it was wet with blood. As the drop disappeared, Iruka noted the small break in the underbrush.
Leaping to the trees, he secured an explosive tag to the kunai he'd unconsciously drawn. Then, as quietly as he could, he moved so he could see into the break; as he did he caught sight of the ANBU uniform. Realizing it was a Konoha shinobi, by the design, he leapt down, hoping the man was still alive.
Iruka hesitated for a barest of moments before pulling the porcelain mask off. Mismatched eyes stared up at him, and he found he couldn't break the other man's gaze. Kakashi coughed, the wet sound was enough to focus the chunin, who immediately took stock of the other's injuries. There was a lot of blood, the normally silver hair was dark with it and appeared more brown in the soft light of the early evening. One shoulder appeared to be out of it's socket, and there was a gash across the other. A kunai stuck out from the jounin's thigh.
Throwing the kunai high into the air, he activated the tag. Then, as carefully as he could, Iruka slid one arm under Kakashi's and the other under his knees. The injured jounin grunted, and he murmured an apology. Slowly, he stood and began carrying the other towards the gates.
They hadn't even broken through the line of trees when Kakashi spoke, the words too faint for Iruka to make out.
"You shouldn't talk, save your strength," he said, frowning worriedly as he shifted the man's weight.
There was a soft chuckle from the copy-nin. Iruka hadn't realized how close Kakashi's face was to his until the soft fabric of the man's masked touched his cheek. "My hero..."
Startled, Iruka turned to look at the man in his arms only to realize Kakashi had passed out.
Chapter 2: Hero
Chapter Rating: PG
Summary: Series of shorts on kisses Part 2 of 5.
Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine because if it was we know Kakashi would be tied to the bed and Iruka would never make it to class on time.
A week passed without Iruka seeing the silver-haired shinobi. He worried, at first, that Kakashi was avoiding him. Then, when he saw the names of those out on missions, he worried more but for an entirely different reason. It wasn't like a week was that long for a mission, but the fact somehow didn't ease the chunin's mind.
Iruka shoved the negative thoughts aside as he ran along the path that wound through the trees just outside Konoha. Of course, the moment he tried to stop worry about Kakashi, he started thinking about the kiss, and that was just as, if not more, distracting. Smiling, the chunin pushed himself to run harder so he'd have to think about his breathing.
After an hour of running at near break-neck speed around the village, Iruka leaned against a tree, panting heavily. It really shouldn't have worn him out so quickly, but he'd had surprising difficulty controlling his breathing. His chest hurt, and his legs felt wobbly. He cursed and shook his head at his own foolish inability to focus.
The crashing sound startled him out of his daze, and Iruka whipped around the tree looking for the source. At first, he couldn't see anyone, but he could feel another ninja's chakra and knew he wasn't alone. It was erratic and barely there, but he could feel it somewhere close by.
His eyes took note of the broken twig; it's end slightly darker than the rest of it. It wasn't until he saw the drop fall that he realized it was wet with blood. As the drop disappeared, Iruka noted the small break in the underbrush.
Leaping to the trees, he secured an explosive tag to the kunai he'd unconsciously drawn. Then, as quietly as he could, he moved so he could see into the break; as he did he caught sight of the ANBU uniform. Realizing it was a Konoha shinobi, by the design, he leapt down, hoping the man was still alive.
Iruka hesitated for a barest of moments before pulling the porcelain mask off. Mismatched eyes stared up at him, and he found he couldn't break the other man's gaze. Kakashi coughed, the wet sound was enough to focus the chunin, who immediately took stock of the other's injuries. There was a lot of blood, the normally silver hair was dark with it and appeared more brown in the soft light of the early evening. One shoulder appeared to be out of it's socket, and there was a gash across the other. A kunai stuck out from the jounin's thigh.
Throwing the kunai high into the air, he activated the tag. Then, as carefully as he could, Iruka slid one arm under Kakashi's and the other under his knees. The injured jounin grunted, and he murmured an apology. Slowly, he stood and began carrying the other towards the gates.
They hadn't even broken through the line of trees when Kakashi spoke, the words too faint for Iruka to make out.
"You shouldn't talk, save your strength," he said, frowning worriedly as he shifted the man's weight.
There was a soft chuckle from the copy-nin. Iruka hadn't realized how close Kakashi's face was to his until the soft fabric of the man's masked touched his cheek. "My hero..."
Startled, Iruka turned to look at the man in his arms only to realize Kakashi had passed out.