Beware a Kakashi with Dangos

Neither had missions the next day. They arraigned to meet later in the day outside the Uchiha compound. Kakashi loitered near the gates. Itachi was followed by an eight year old boy that looked far too much like Itachi not to be his brother. Itachi crouched and poked his brother in the forehead and sent him back into the compound. Itachi came over to him.

“Your brother?”

“Yeah. He’ll be starting the academy soon.” They started walking. “When I was his age, I already mastered my Sharingan.”

“I was a Chuunin.”

“I didn’t make Chuunin until I was ten.”

“How old are you?”

“I just turned thirteen.”

“It’s already rumored you’ll be made a captain soon.”

“I’m the only Uchiha in ANBU. You and I are the only ones with the Sharingan, it’s my mastery of it, I’m sure.”

“I’ve seen your stats; you and I are almost even. Though it’s a bit of a blow to my ego that a kid your age is better at speed and genjutsu.”

“That’s my Sharingan. I’m sure we’d be even if you were born with the Sharingan. I’m surprised you adapted to it so well. I’ve seen you use it and I’ve heard about it.”

“Most of your clan dislike the fact I have this eye.”

“I can understand that. But it’s not like our monopoly on it’s really been broken.”

Their conversation became banal after that. Itachi ate quite a few dangos while Kakashi just had tea.

Halfway through, Itachi asked, “If you don’t like dangos, why’d you suggest it?”

“Thought you might like them. I don’t really like anything sweet.”

Itachi laughed, the first time Kakashi ever saw that. “You sound like my brother. The kid is strange, hates anything sweet. I’ve persuaded him not to make a deal of it to our parents; I get his deserts and I buy him something he likes later, onigiri with okaka or something. A good deal.”

Kakashi chuckled. “I seem to remember my father trying something like before my mother died. I like the tea here though.”

“They always serve good tea with dangos. If you like tea, I really like going to all the cafes and tea houses. There’s just something calming about them.”

“Sounds good.”

The next day, Kakashi brought a second lunch with him to the ANBU headquarters. He didn’t always bring a lunch, but he noticed Itachi almost never did.

“’Tachi!” he called. He hefted the spare lunch box. “Want to join me for lunch?”

“Thank you, Sempai.” They started eating. “I’m a little curious why you’ve chosen to make friends with me.”

“I enjoy your company.”

“But you didn’t know you would before yesterday.”

“True, I guess. I don’t know,” he lied, “I guess you just looked interesting. And you must be to be in ANBU at your age.”

“Nothing really interesting about me. All anyone sees is a young Uchiha prodigy and Fugaku’s oldest son.”

“There’s more to you though.”

“I don’t know. I’ve dedicated my life to protecting the village. I don’t really do anything else but train and work for ANBU.”

Kakashi didn’t answer for a few seconds. “Neither do I.”

“Kindred spirits?”

“I guess so.”

“Sounds like a good basis for a friendship.”

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Kakashi kept his dirty thoughts hidden deep when he was around Itachi, but at night he would masturbate furiously thinking of the young Uchiha. Even as he was beginning to become friends with him, Kakashi couldn’t suppress his desire for him.

It was three weeks before he decided to start trying to seduce the young man. At thirteen his hormones must be starting to get to him, it should be easy.

But meeting Itachi outside the compound and seeing Sasuke following after him again reminded him how young Itachi was.

How to ease into the subject?

He causally asked as they drank tea, “So, do you have a girlfriend?”

“Not really. My father’s chosen who I’ll marry and is hinting that I should get a head start on fathering some heirs. My father’s the leader of the clan and I’m being set up to take his place eventually. So I’ll never get to choose a lover. She’s nice enough though.”

“That doesn’t seem right.”

“What about you, Sempai?”

“No. I—” Kakashi realized he never really thought about it before. “My female teammate, Rin, was in love with me. I wasn’t interested. Then she died. I never really thought about a relationship after that.” Not a serious relationship, he thought trying not to look at Itachi as he thought that. Though he was not looking right at Itachi, he didn’t miss the shifting of Itachi’s eyes out of the corner of his own, looking Kakashi up and down in a very evaluating way. He’s considering it!

Itachi had control of his gaze again when Kakashi looked at him again. Itachi leaned back and tried to look relaxed, but Kakashi had successfully planted the idea in his head.
That night, Kakashi restrained himself, anticipating something much better in the next few days.

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How to lure Itachi to his apartment? Kakashi was starting to feel like a pedophile when he thought like that. But that didn’t stop him plotting.

It was the very next day. Itachi was sent on a mission and Kakashi’s heart sunk, but at least it wasn’t like he was wasting a plan; he didn’t have one.

Itachi dragged in while Kakashi was training. Kakashi should have gone home by now, but he stayed around, working out sexual frustration from abstaining from masturbation.

Another ANBU wondered into the gym. “You know that Uchiha kid?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s finally gotten a little banged up. Kid’s been untouchable so far, but someone finally gave him a challenge.”

“Is he okay?”

“Just banged up. He’s showering.”

Kakashi surprised himself from not being anxious to get to the showers to see Itachi naked, but out of genuine concern. He didn’t search for Itachi when he got to the showers, but showered off quickly himself. He came out and found Itachi lying on the bench, still just wrapped up in towels.

“’Tachi, you okay?”

“The only problem with being so fast and skilled is I never built up a constitution to take damage.”

“You’ve seen a medical-nin?”

“Yeah. He repaired my rib, but the rest is just bruises and knotted muscles.”

“You’ll feel it all worse in the morning.”

“Don’t remind me.”

Kakashi looked around and seeing no one around at the moment, said, “You know, I’ve got some great liniment ointment at home. I’d be happy to give you a massage.”

“Throw in some dangos and tea and that sounds like heaven.”

“If you make your way slowly to my house, I’ll go pick up some dangos for you.” Kakashi was doing a little happy dance in his head.

Kakashi made it home before Itachi arrived. He hoped he was okay. And coming. He really did have good liniment. He set it up on the bedside table and laid a bunch of towels on the bed (liniment was strong stuff and Kakashi didn’t want it soaking deep into his bed).

Itachi knocked as he was thinking about starting the tea. Kakashi let him in. “You want to eat first? I put them in the fridge.”

“I’d rather get rid of these muscle knots first.”

“Not a problem.”

Kakashi led him into his bedroom. Itachi didn’t seem uncomfortable walking into his bedroom or stripping down to his boxers and laying down on his stomach.

“Where you hurting?”

“My back, my shoulders, my thighs, my calves, my upper arms . . .”

“The works then.”

Kakashi started with Itachi’s muscular shoulders, trying to avoid the heretical bruises that were already turning dark on Itachi’s white flesh.

“I can’t believe anyone was able to touch you.”

“Fast.” Itachi’s sentences were short, the pain and pressure from the massage making it difficult to get out longer sentences. “Ended up fighting twenty shinobi. Just the three of us. Never been kicked that hard before. Never had to move that franticly before. We hurried back without stopping. I was helping support one of the others. Muscles were killing me.”

Kakashi moved from his shoulders to his upper arms to his back to his calves.

“The front of my thighs are what hurts.” Kakashi nudged him to turn over and he massaged the liniment into the beautiful muscles. Kakashi noted that Itachi wasn’t in the least aroused by the situation, but he let that go; he got to touch that beautiful body.

Itachi dozed for a few minutes while Kakashi washed his hands of the strong liquid, took out the dangos and started the tea.

Itachi wondered in as Kakashi poured the tea, wrapped in his black cloak with the Uchiha crest on the back, otherwise no more dressed than he’d been sprawled on Kakashi’s bed.

“Thank you. I’m already feeling better.”

“I get that liniment from Nara Shikaku. It’s the best in the village. I remember my father always using it.”

“We get a salve from the Nara clan for burns. We’re known for our fire jutsu almost as much as for our Sharingan after all. I’ll pick up some of the liniment the next time I go over there. If I can ever return the favor . . .” Started on the dumplings.

“I’ll let you know. If you ever need it again, I’d be happy to do it again.”

Itachi blushed ever so slightly, but against his white skin it was perfectly visible to Kakashi.

Kakashi pulled his mask down to take a sip of tea; Itachi found himself leaning a bit to get a peek at Kakashi’s face and tried to straighten and look casual before Kakashi could notice. Kakashi would pull it down briefly to eat or drink, but Itachi never got a good look at it. He was becoming more curious to see that Kakashi’s face really looked like.

“Why do you wear that mask?”

“I wanted to be a great shinobi like my father when I was very young and I always had this image of shinobi being masked. I also wanted to be a member of ANBU, but my father didn’t like that idea. I now know why. So he forbid me from wearing an ANBU style mask. He was alright with me wearing this kind. So I did. After my father’s death I sort of hid behind it. Do you know how my father died?”

“My father told me he committed suicide.”

“He was dishonored, fell into a deep depression and killed himself. I didn’t want to be associated with him, someone who would break the rules and die in shame. I don’t think like that anymore, but it was why I continued to wear the mask. By the time I came to terms with what my father had done, I was used to it, it had become part of me. Now I like the mystery. People are always trying to see behind the mask.”

Kakashi eyed Itachi, then pulled the mask down completely. His face was beautiful. Itachi couldn’t hide his admiration.

“You’re right to hide it, you’d have more women chasing you than the Fourth ever did.”

“I think he was one of the few to ever see my face.”

Now Kakashi was sensing those hormones he was counting on.

Itachi went back to eating his dangos in silence for a minute.

“He was your sensei.”

“Minato was my sensei, but not for every long. After I became a jouunin, Obito died, and the war ended, Rin and I separated and Minato became Hokage.”

“So your entire team is dead.”

“Yeah. My family as well. My mother died when I was quite young; I barely remember her. Other than my father, I never had any family.”

“And I’m downing in family. But I often feel very lonely. Really my only friend is my cousin Shiusui. I’m really only close to him and my brother.”

“Shiusui is a bit older than you, isn’t he?”

Itachi swallowed the last of the dangos. “He’s like my older brother. He taught me a lot about the Sharingan.” He drained his cup. “I should get home. I told Sasuke I’d be home tonight. If I don’t get home soon, he’ll worry and won’t sleep.” He retrieved his clothes and dressed quickly. “Thank you for everything, Sempai. I have tomorrow off; I’ll see you the day after.”

“Goodnight.”