I Don't Think You Understand
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Category:
Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
35
Views:
1,369
Reviews:
264
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Confrontation
A very happy Thanksgiving to you all! Don't forget to thank the spirit of your turkey for granting you its meat on this auspicious day (or next day, depending on time zone and my own slight tardiness). I hope it was spent well and warmly, with good company and a pleasant feeling in the stomach.
Once again, I do not own Naruto, but I would have invited him and party to enjoy the stew I made with me if they actually existed.
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There are a lot of ways to torture someone. Fears are one ideal way to attack someone’s psyche. If someone is afraid of spiders, you put the little eight-legged webspinners in easy visibility or all over the person in question. Often the person will break because fear, unless it can be overcome, has a most profound effect on the body.
Another way to torture someone is to cause them severe physical pain. Bending the pinkie finger back causes an entirely disproportionate amount of pain to the size of the digit. Twisting an arm behind one’s back and applying pressure to the “funny bone” does something similar.
However, Kakashi, being more highly trained than most, was only afraid of one thing, and unfortunately for him, that one thing was the only way to solve the predicament he was in; communication.
Talking through problems had never been Kakashi’s strong suit. One of the youngest chuunin, jounin, and ANBU ever, one of his first lessons as a shinobi for his village was that violence solved everything.
I don’t think hitting Iruka is going to solve anything, though, especially when he’s already proven that he can smack me around too...
To say that Kakashi was upset with all his recent discoveries and revelations would have been as minor an understatement as saying Hokage-sama’s chest was sizeable. Newly revealed sexual urges started driving him to subtly (and not-so-subtly) examine every person in a more than “just assessing the threat level” manner.
Women were really interesting in a way he doubted they were aware of. Non-ninja walked completely differently from the females he was used to associating with; their hips swayed in a rather peculiarly entrancing side-to-side motion, and they never seemed to rush when they were going somewhere.
Ninja men and women, he observed from his perch atop a building, walked in much the same manner. In most cases, it was a brisk stride, more or less business-like and professional, as if to say “this far and no further.” Muscles on exposed flesh rippled and relaxed, and at a pause in the stride, they were totally still in the way only someone specially trained could be.
Beautiful...
Going over the days where he’d stalked Iruka, he found himself enjoying the memories of the way his boyfriend moved in a way he wasn’t sure he should in a public place. I already figured out that I’m more or less obsessed with the color of his skin; it’s so enticing...
There were days he knew he was strangely jealous of the children Iruka taught. They got to see him for hours on the same day, during the day, hearing his voice, having him near them, having his hands guiding theirs...
...dammit. I’m going to have to talk to him about this, without interruptions. This can’t go on like this, or he’s going to leave me, and I’m pretty sure that’s not something I want.
Part of it may have been due to boredom (his life had been in a rut since he’d stumbled across the strangeness that was Iruka), but he knew that a lot of what he felt for the man was his sheer newness. Every action Iruka did one day might not be the same for another. One day he’d like curry, another teriyaki. He changed from day to day, and Kakashi, who didn’t find himself doing many different things over the course of his days, found that irresistible.
Soon, I need to face that fear, and learn that it isn’t such a bad thing to talk instead of disembowel...
***||***
A couple of hours later that day, Kakashi almost felt as if he would actually like to disembowel something. Slowly.
Where the hell is Iruka?
He’d checked what felt like fucking everywhere, but the chuunin wasn’t in any of his usual haunts. Not at his home, the school, manning the mission desk, at Ichiraku, the training grounds, any of the aforementioned places’ bathrooms...it was as if the man had dropped off the face of the earth!
And I really hope that hasn’t happened...
So, finally, Kakashi dragged himself home after one of the first truly wearying days he could remember in this strange “golden age” he’d entered, confused as all hell. Opening the window, he sighed and took a deep breath, then frowned.
It smells like food in here. It smells like tempura in here...
He had an intruder. Two kunai sprang into the fingers of one hand, his other hand readied a water jutsu, and his body tensed and coiled, waiting to attack the person foolish enough to enter his space...
“Oh, it’s about damn time you came back!”
...Iruka?
“Damn straight it’s me!” The chuunin continued; Kakashi realized he must have spoken out loud. “Look, I’m sorry about barging in like this, but I’ve been looking for you all day and I couldn’t seem to find you! Where the hell were you?!”
“Where was I?” Kakashi asked incredulously. “Where were you? You weren’t anywhere you usually go!”
“Looking for you, of course,” came the matter of fact answer. “It sounds like we’ve been just missing each other all day.”
Something like that... “Well, you’re here now, and you brought food,” Kakashi sighed, tiredly running a hand through his hair. “Is it ready?”
Iruka nodded. “It is, and can we talk after dinner? I think there are some things we need to discuss.”
Kakashi nodded. “That’s why I was looking for you,” he confessed. “I think we really need to talk about this, but food first.”
They sat and enjoyed their meal. During the course of it, Iruka had mentioned the scrolls that were Kakashi’s table centerpiece and admired the handwriting on them. “I don’t think I’ve seen handwriting that elegant outside of a calligraphy course,” he had said in awe. “I wonder who writes like that?”
“If you find out, tell me,” Kakashi had grumbled.
Food consumed, they retired to the living area and stared at each other.
Then stared some more.
And some more.
I can’t take this any more... “Uh, I guess I should talk about what I said I would,” Kakashi finally said. Inwardly, he winced. That came out smoothly...
“Yeah,” Iruka sighed. “Look, I’m sorry for going weird on you yesterday like I did.”
Kakashi sighed in response. “You’re not the only one who should be apologizing,” he said. “I didn’t realize how I sounded when I asked that. If I had known, I would have phrased it differently.”
Iruka suddenly got a thoughtful look on his face. “If you had known?” He repeated.
“That’s right,” Kakashi said, raising an eyebrow in confusion. What’s that look on his face?
“Do you want to know why that irritated me so much?” Iruka asked conversationally, almost as if he was discussing the weather. Still confused, Kakashi only nodded.
“Because I wanted to demonstrate.”
In the silence that ensued, Kakashi wondered, almost as an aside, if people could die from massive nosebleeds trapped in masks.
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I don't have much to say about this chapter except for two things:
(1)It's about damn time
(2) I doubt Iruka does confrontation very subtly.
Frustration and sexual tension (even if it's one-sided) can be extremely frustrating to a person's patience. He is losing his sainthood.
...which is good, because I doubt I could drag this story out indefinitely, LOL.
A wonderful thing to have is some cranberry sauce. Once again, I hope you all have enjoyed this holiday, and by all means, eat your sauce out of the can like I do!
Once again, I do not own Naruto, but I would have invited him and party to enjoy the stew I made with me if they actually existed.
***||***
There are a lot of ways to torture someone. Fears are one ideal way to attack someone’s psyche. If someone is afraid of spiders, you put the little eight-legged webspinners in easy visibility or all over the person in question. Often the person will break because fear, unless it can be overcome, has a most profound effect on the body.
Another way to torture someone is to cause them severe physical pain. Bending the pinkie finger back causes an entirely disproportionate amount of pain to the size of the digit. Twisting an arm behind one’s back and applying pressure to the “funny bone” does something similar.
However, Kakashi, being more highly trained than most, was only afraid of one thing, and unfortunately for him, that one thing was the only way to solve the predicament he was in; communication.
Talking through problems had never been Kakashi’s strong suit. One of the youngest chuunin, jounin, and ANBU ever, one of his first lessons as a shinobi for his village was that violence solved everything.
I don’t think hitting Iruka is going to solve anything, though, especially when he’s already proven that he can smack me around too...
To say that Kakashi was upset with all his recent discoveries and revelations would have been as minor an understatement as saying Hokage-sama’s chest was sizeable. Newly revealed sexual urges started driving him to subtly (and not-so-subtly) examine every person in a more than “just assessing the threat level” manner.
Women were really interesting in a way he doubted they were aware of. Non-ninja walked completely differently from the females he was used to associating with; their hips swayed in a rather peculiarly entrancing side-to-side motion, and they never seemed to rush when they were going somewhere.
Ninja men and women, he observed from his perch atop a building, walked in much the same manner. In most cases, it was a brisk stride, more or less business-like and professional, as if to say “this far and no further.” Muscles on exposed flesh rippled and relaxed, and at a pause in the stride, they were totally still in the way only someone specially trained could be.
Beautiful...
Going over the days where he’d stalked Iruka, he found himself enjoying the memories of the way his boyfriend moved in a way he wasn’t sure he should in a public place. I already figured out that I’m more or less obsessed with the color of his skin; it’s so enticing...
There were days he knew he was strangely jealous of the children Iruka taught. They got to see him for hours on the same day, during the day, hearing his voice, having him near them, having his hands guiding theirs...
...dammit. I’m going to have to talk to him about this, without interruptions. This can’t go on like this, or he’s going to leave me, and I’m pretty sure that’s not something I want.
Part of it may have been due to boredom (his life had been in a rut since he’d stumbled across the strangeness that was Iruka), but he knew that a lot of what he felt for the man was his sheer newness. Every action Iruka did one day might not be the same for another. One day he’d like curry, another teriyaki. He changed from day to day, and Kakashi, who didn’t find himself doing many different things over the course of his days, found that irresistible.
Soon, I need to face that fear, and learn that it isn’t such a bad thing to talk instead of disembowel...
***||***
A couple of hours later that day, Kakashi almost felt as if he would actually like to disembowel something. Slowly.
Where the hell is Iruka?
He’d checked what felt like fucking everywhere, but the chuunin wasn’t in any of his usual haunts. Not at his home, the school, manning the mission desk, at Ichiraku, the training grounds, any of the aforementioned places’ bathrooms...it was as if the man had dropped off the face of the earth!
And I really hope that hasn’t happened...
So, finally, Kakashi dragged himself home after one of the first truly wearying days he could remember in this strange “golden age” he’d entered, confused as all hell. Opening the window, he sighed and took a deep breath, then frowned.
It smells like food in here. It smells like tempura in here...
He had an intruder. Two kunai sprang into the fingers of one hand, his other hand readied a water jutsu, and his body tensed and coiled, waiting to attack the person foolish enough to enter his space...
“Oh, it’s about damn time you came back!”
...Iruka?
“Damn straight it’s me!” The chuunin continued; Kakashi realized he must have spoken out loud. “Look, I’m sorry about barging in like this, but I’ve been looking for you all day and I couldn’t seem to find you! Where the hell were you?!”
“Where was I?” Kakashi asked incredulously. “Where were you? You weren’t anywhere you usually go!”
“Looking for you, of course,” came the matter of fact answer. “It sounds like we’ve been just missing each other all day.”
Something like that... “Well, you’re here now, and you brought food,” Kakashi sighed, tiredly running a hand through his hair. “Is it ready?”
Iruka nodded. “It is, and can we talk after dinner? I think there are some things we need to discuss.”
Kakashi nodded. “That’s why I was looking for you,” he confessed. “I think we really need to talk about this, but food first.”
They sat and enjoyed their meal. During the course of it, Iruka had mentioned the scrolls that were Kakashi’s table centerpiece and admired the handwriting on them. “I don’t think I’ve seen handwriting that elegant outside of a calligraphy course,” he had said in awe. “I wonder who writes like that?”
“If you find out, tell me,” Kakashi had grumbled.
Food consumed, they retired to the living area and stared at each other.
Then stared some more.
And some more.
I can’t take this any more... “Uh, I guess I should talk about what I said I would,” Kakashi finally said. Inwardly, he winced. That came out smoothly...
“Yeah,” Iruka sighed. “Look, I’m sorry for going weird on you yesterday like I did.”
Kakashi sighed in response. “You’re not the only one who should be apologizing,” he said. “I didn’t realize how I sounded when I asked that. If I had known, I would have phrased it differently.”
Iruka suddenly got a thoughtful look on his face. “If you had known?” He repeated.
“That’s right,” Kakashi said, raising an eyebrow in confusion. What’s that look on his face?
“Do you want to know why that irritated me so much?” Iruka asked conversationally, almost as if he was discussing the weather. Still confused, Kakashi only nodded.
“Because I wanted to demonstrate.”
In the silence that ensued, Kakashi wondered, almost as an aside, if people could die from massive nosebleeds trapped in masks.
***||***
I don't have much to say about this chapter except for two things:
(1)It's about damn time
(2) I doubt Iruka does confrontation very subtly.
Frustration and sexual tension (even if it's one-sided) can be extremely frustrating to a person's patience. He is losing his sainthood.
...which is good, because I doubt I could drag this story out indefinitely, LOL.
A wonderful thing to have is some cranberry sauce. Once again, I hope you all have enjoyed this holiday, and by all means, eat your sauce out of the can like I do!