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Adult +
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4
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956
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16
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Underneath the Underneath
Warning: Male/Male. Angst
Chapter 2: Underneath the Underneath
A/N: It is about time I update this story. Pardon me if it is poorly written since I wrote it under the haze of sleepiness. Off to bed now.
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Iruka twitched, the corner of his lips turning down into a frown. Glowering at the silver-haired photographer, he felt the immense urge to pound the said man into the ground. Once again, he glanced at the photos strewn messily over his table and heaved an irritated sigh, right hand coming up to massage the scar on the bridge of his nose. Maybe, he ought to quit this job and go back to teaching. “Even the kids are better than this impossible man.” the brunette growled under his breath.
“Did you say something?” Kakashi asked almost innocently, his voice pleasant and friendly.
Iruka was not to be fooled. He swore right now, there must be a cheeky grin widening under that damn mask the freelancer always wore. With his temper rising, the usually mild-mannered man gestured wildly in the direction of those photos and scowled, barely able to refrain from yelling. “You are supposed to take photos of the Annual Surfing for Charity event. Care to tell me…” the editor-in-charge seethed through his teeth, only pausing to take a deep breath before continuing. “Why are most of the photos focused on women in bikinis?!”
“Maa maa…” the other man flapped his hands up and down in a gesture to calm the agitated Iruka down, while his visible eye crinkled upwards into a patronizing smile.
“Hm…these photos are the va va voom. Kakashi, you certainly have an eye for beautiful women!” a third person interrupted and both heads swiveled to face a white-haired man literally drooling over the photos. “Look at those curves! What I won’t give to…”
“Jiraiya-sama!” Iruka exclaimed half in surprise and the other half in exasperation. He did a mental face smack and groaned inwardly. The last thing he needed now was another pervert to support the former. Meanwhile, Kakashi simply bowed his head minutely in respect, a hue of pink peeking from under his mask.
“Iruka, you ought to use these photos. I see no reason to decline such expertise!” the senior shareholder of Konoha Publishing Corporation said in mock seriousness while adding some notes in his book. He paused for a second, mimicked the zooming action of a camera on one of the photos then continued scribbling madly away amidst bash-less giggling.
The scarred man tried counting slowly to three. He tried to convince himself the consequences of throwing an important person like Jiraiya-sama out of his office was not a feasible idea. A few minutes later, with the suffering of more giggles, the tick on his head started to pulse with a vengeance. Iruka snapped finally. “Arrrgh. Out! Out! The two of you! Kakashi, come back only when you have some serious photos to turn in. Otherwise, don’t let me see you!” With that said, the irate editor partially dragged and shoved the two idiots out of his room and slammed the door shut. The name plate hanging on his door shook with the impact and clanked to the ground.
Almost immediately, Iruka opened up again and threw the bunch of useless photos at both men. He then snatched up his name plate, glared at them before mumbling “Perverts” under his breath and banging the door shut again.
“Heh. Fiery temper, our little Iruka has eh?” Jiraiya chuckled and he picked himself off the ground. He watched as the other gathered up his pictures, face turning solemn. “Kakashi.”
The silver-haired photographer looked up with a smiling eye. “Yes, Jiraiya-sama?”
“I fear Uchiha Enterprise is merging with Akatsuki Corporation.” The older man declared softly, his tone flat and low. “The older Uchiha is planning something...”
The joyous glint flickered out in Kakashi’s eye and he returned the other with an austere glance from the corner of his peripheral range. There was the unspoken order hanging in the air. “Hai” he inclined his head in acceptance, a determined expression coming to face.
Check up on Itachi.
TBC
Reviews encourage me to update faster. =P
Chapter 2: Underneath the Underneath
A/N: It is about time I update this story. Pardon me if it is poorly written since I wrote it under the haze of sleepiness. Off to bed now.
==================================================
Iruka twitched, the corner of his lips turning down into a frown. Glowering at the silver-haired photographer, he felt the immense urge to pound the said man into the ground. Once again, he glanced at the photos strewn messily over his table and heaved an irritated sigh, right hand coming up to massage the scar on the bridge of his nose. Maybe, he ought to quit this job and go back to teaching. “Even the kids are better than this impossible man.” the brunette growled under his breath.
“Did you say something?” Kakashi asked almost innocently, his voice pleasant and friendly.
Iruka was not to be fooled. He swore right now, there must be a cheeky grin widening under that damn mask the freelancer always wore. With his temper rising, the usually mild-mannered man gestured wildly in the direction of those photos and scowled, barely able to refrain from yelling. “You are supposed to take photos of the Annual Surfing for Charity event. Care to tell me…” the editor-in-charge seethed through his teeth, only pausing to take a deep breath before continuing. “Why are most of the photos focused on women in bikinis?!”
“Maa maa…” the other man flapped his hands up and down in a gesture to calm the agitated Iruka down, while his visible eye crinkled upwards into a patronizing smile.
“Hm…these photos are the va va voom. Kakashi, you certainly have an eye for beautiful women!” a third person interrupted and both heads swiveled to face a white-haired man literally drooling over the photos. “Look at those curves! What I won’t give to…”
“Jiraiya-sama!” Iruka exclaimed half in surprise and the other half in exasperation. He did a mental face smack and groaned inwardly. The last thing he needed now was another pervert to support the former. Meanwhile, Kakashi simply bowed his head minutely in respect, a hue of pink peeking from under his mask.
“Iruka, you ought to use these photos. I see no reason to decline such expertise!” the senior shareholder of Konoha Publishing Corporation said in mock seriousness while adding some notes in his book. He paused for a second, mimicked the zooming action of a camera on one of the photos then continued scribbling madly away amidst bash-less giggling.
The scarred man tried counting slowly to three. He tried to convince himself the consequences of throwing an important person like Jiraiya-sama out of his office was not a feasible idea. A few minutes later, with the suffering of more giggles, the tick on his head started to pulse with a vengeance. Iruka snapped finally. “Arrrgh. Out! Out! The two of you! Kakashi, come back only when you have some serious photos to turn in. Otherwise, don’t let me see you!” With that said, the irate editor partially dragged and shoved the two idiots out of his room and slammed the door shut. The name plate hanging on his door shook with the impact and clanked to the ground.
Almost immediately, Iruka opened up again and threw the bunch of useless photos at both men. He then snatched up his name plate, glared at them before mumbling “Perverts” under his breath and banging the door shut again.
“Heh. Fiery temper, our little Iruka has eh?” Jiraiya chuckled and he picked himself off the ground. He watched as the other gathered up his pictures, face turning solemn. “Kakashi.”
The silver-haired photographer looked up with a smiling eye. “Yes, Jiraiya-sama?”
“I fear Uchiha Enterprise is merging with Akatsuki Corporation.” The older man declared softly, his tone flat and low. “The older Uchiha is planning something...”
The joyous glint flickered out in Kakashi’s eye and he returned the other with an austere glance from the corner of his peripheral range. There was the unspoken order hanging in the air. “Hai” he inclined his head in acceptance, a determined expression coming to face.
Check up on Itachi.
TBC
Reviews encourage me to update faster. =P