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Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
35
Views:
1,381
Reviews:
264
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Foggy Weather
After the somewhat disastrous hiccup aff.net had concerning losing a chapter and a whole lot of reviews, we are once again here and up to speed. To all of us (me included) taking finals, I give us all a quote that has served me in good stead, "it is a good day to die!"
Sorry, but when it comes to appropriate Naruto quotes...well, I'm pulling a whole lot of nothing. Besides, the Klingon view has been in my mind longer than the Naruto one.
Speaking of Naruto, I certainly do not own him, though I wouldn't mind if some of the money being made by drawing him was put to helping pay my tuition.
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The figure strode into Kakashi’s apartment once again, snorting softly at the lack of security present. Granted, there were few valuables lying around (and probably the places where they were located were trapped more securely than Hokage Tower), but it was pathetic nonetheless.
With a tight smile, the figure left what would be the final scroll. Kakashi is finally doing what he should have done a while ago. Maybe now he’ll get the idea.
Fingers forming the familiar signs, the intruder vanished in a small poof of chakra smoke. Good luck...Kakashi-san.
***||***
Dash, sidestep, leapfliplandjump. Twist-dodge to the left, aerial whirl to the right, stickwithchakra, throw kunai. Fingers whirling in brief seals.
The sound of flesh slapping flesh.
Kakashi fought with Gai with everything he had...from a distance. Watching from behind as Gai valiantly battled against his clone, Kakashi took the opportunity to gaze on Gai’s limber, agile body. Spandex-clad muscle moved smoothly to strike again and again in movements his body should not have been able to do...yet did with grace.
Anyone who passed by, not knowing about Gai’s exuberant and faintly frightening (to the uninitiated) personality would be drawn to watching this sparring match, lulled by the veiled eroticism of the bruising dance of the movements Kakashi (or rather, his clone) and Gai made against each other.
I don’t want him anymore.
It had come to Kakashi rather suddenly that same afternoon, when Gai had challenged him to a match, that he simply didn’t have the interest in him he had once. Sure, the man had an incredible body, but somehow...Kakashi had just stopped caring. It was as if he couldn’t look past Iruka’s brown hair to see Gai’s black bowl, or Iruka’s warm brown eyes to Gai’s intense black ones, or Iruka’s beautifully tanned skin to Gai’s...come to think of it, what color is his skin?
Beyond the analytical urge to see what color the rest of Gai’s skin was, Kakashi had no interest in the man physically aside from his extraordinary taijutsu skills. I’m sure Iruka will be happy to hear that once I tell him.
A slight poofing noise alerted him to the fact that his clone had been dispatched in a violent manner (then again, when isn’t it violent when Gai is around?), so he quickly jumped back into the fray before he lost his advantage.
A good two hours later, both Gai and Kakashi sported several bruises and cuts, but both wore satisfied expressions; Gai’s smile, of course, was a great deal more visible, but Kakashi’s eye was glowing happily nonetheless.
Sex can also loosen muscles for a while. I’m going to have to keep this in mind...
“I am glad...that you seem less distracted now, my rival,” Gai said, the exhaustion so plain in his voice that his sentences lacked the usual emphatic exclaimation that was his usual wont.
“Yeah,” Kakashi said, stretching a crick out of his neck. “Me too.”
“Fine now?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.” Gai seemed to have had enough, so he bid his farewell to Kakashi and walked away.
Taking a discreet sniff at himself, Kakashi decided that he’d better go home and take a shower before he saw Iruka tonight. The night after we got more intimate...
For now, he told his libido to stuff itself. He didn’t feel like spending the next few hours standing in front of his toilet, pleasurable though it would be. Arriving at his door, he unlocked it, opened it, stepped inside, shut it, relocked it, then took a careful look around before he dared remove his sandals.
His eye looked at the floor, and he nodded with satisfaction. The fine layer of tinted flour he had laid there yesterday had done its job well, showing a clear line of footprints. Carefully, he traced their path. He or she came in through the window and walked straight to my table. The faint swirl pattern at the final pair of prints spoke of a teleportation jutsu.
A scroll lay directly on his table, right across from where the others stood.
Instead of bearing his name on the outside, it bore one typically cryptic sentence; “this is the last.”
Well, there’s a relief. I don’t think I would have liked receiving one every week until the day I am killed or die. Sighing, he performed his usual check on it, but as per usual, it was as clean as his floor was currently dirty.
He shrugged. No harm done if it’s the last... He picked it up, untied the ribbon, and unrolled it.
His eyebrow went up. Well, this is new...
***||***
Love was a rose-colored fog. When someone is in love with someone else, it can be as if their other can do no wrong. Spilling juice on the counter is adorable instead of annoying, forgetting birthdays became cute instead of rage-inducing, and all of the habits originally found all-too-strange suddenly became one of the highlights of your day.
Love is a rose-colored fog, sure, but what about lust? If love is rose-colored, lust is blood-colored.
It is considerably easier to see through a pink fog than a red fog.
Considering how Iruka had almost bumped into about five people on his way home from the mission desk, it was fairly safe to say that he was seeing through the darker haze at the moment.
I was so happy this morning...now all I want is to do it again. His more logical thought processes suggested to him that it’d be a good idea if he cooked dinner for them first. After all, it wouldn’t do if he lost energy in the middle of it.
True to the redness clouding his vision, he didn’t see any of the people around him slowly back away from the aura he was producing. It was doubtful that he’d care even if he had seen them.
Humming a light song to himself as he prepared some stir fry, he heard a the front door. “It’s open!” He called, smiling with happiness about being able to see his boyfriend (now lover!) again.
Kakashi came in, and surprisingly enough, once in the kitchen area, he shed his hitae-ate for an eyepatch, and immediately slid his mask down. With great pleasure, Iruka partook of the kiss that Kakashi offered to him, making a small incoherent noise at the back of his throat at the gentleness Kakashi was using.
Breaking the kiss, Kakashi looked down for a moment, and said the words no person in a relationship ever wanted to hear; “we need to talk.”
...goodbye, fog of lust....
***||***
Apologies for the short chapter, but the cliffhanger is necessary for the plot.
Yeah, about them rose-colored glasses--ladies and gents, I've been in love before. It's great, it hurts, it's terrifying and all that good stuff, but let's face it; when I was in love, I never forgot his flaws. However, it's a lot harder to fight to see the person instead of the incredible body when you're in lust.
Thank you all for your reviews, and may you all keep warm and...hmm, what do people do for December parties...enjoy sipping your eggnog! I hope that's somewhat accurate...me, I think I'll go eventually demolish that can of cranberry sauce I've still got left over from Thanksgiving...
Sorry, but when it comes to appropriate Naruto quotes...well, I'm pulling a whole lot of nothing. Besides, the Klingon view has been in my mind longer than the Naruto one.
Speaking of Naruto, I certainly do not own him, though I wouldn't mind if some of the money being made by drawing him was put to helping pay my tuition.
***||***
The figure strode into Kakashi’s apartment once again, snorting softly at the lack of security present. Granted, there were few valuables lying around (and probably the places where they were located were trapped more securely than Hokage Tower), but it was pathetic nonetheless.
With a tight smile, the figure left what would be the final scroll. Kakashi is finally doing what he should have done a while ago. Maybe now he’ll get the idea.
Fingers forming the familiar signs, the intruder vanished in a small poof of chakra smoke. Good luck...Kakashi-san.
***||***
Dash, sidestep, leapfliplandjump. Twist-dodge to the left, aerial whirl to the right, stickwithchakra, throw kunai. Fingers whirling in brief seals.
The sound of flesh slapping flesh.
Kakashi fought with Gai with everything he had...from a distance. Watching from behind as Gai valiantly battled against his clone, Kakashi took the opportunity to gaze on Gai’s limber, agile body. Spandex-clad muscle moved smoothly to strike again and again in movements his body should not have been able to do...yet did with grace.
Anyone who passed by, not knowing about Gai’s exuberant and faintly frightening (to the uninitiated) personality would be drawn to watching this sparring match, lulled by the veiled eroticism of the bruising dance of the movements Kakashi (or rather, his clone) and Gai made against each other.
I don’t want him anymore.
It had come to Kakashi rather suddenly that same afternoon, when Gai had challenged him to a match, that he simply didn’t have the interest in him he had once. Sure, the man had an incredible body, but somehow...Kakashi had just stopped caring. It was as if he couldn’t look past Iruka’s brown hair to see Gai’s black bowl, or Iruka’s warm brown eyes to Gai’s intense black ones, or Iruka’s beautifully tanned skin to Gai’s...come to think of it, what color is his skin?
Beyond the analytical urge to see what color the rest of Gai’s skin was, Kakashi had no interest in the man physically aside from his extraordinary taijutsu skills. I’m sure Iruka will be happy to hear that once I tell him.
A slight poofing noise alerted him to the fact that his clone had been dispatched in a violent manner (then again, when isn’t it violent when Gai is around?), so he quickly jumped back into the fray before he lost his advantage.
A good two hours later, both Gai and Kakashi sported several bruises and cuts, but both wore satisfied expressions; Gai’s smile, of course, was a great deal more visible, but Kakashi’s eye was glowing happily nonetheless.
Sex can also loosen muscles for a while. I’m going to have to keep this in mind...
“I am glad...that you seem less distracted now, my rival,” Gai said, the exhaustion so plain in his voice that his sentences lacked the usual emphatic exclaimation that was his usual wont.
“Yeah,” Kakashi said, stretching a crick out of his neck. “Me too.”
“Fine now?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.” Gai seemed to have had enough, so he bid his farewell to Kakashi and walked away.
Taking a discreet sniff at himself, Kakashi decided that he’d better go home and take a shower before he saw Iruka tonight. The night after we got more intimate...
For now, he told his libido to stuff itself. He didn’t feel like spending the next few hours standing in front of his toilet, pleasurable though it would be. Arriving at his door, he unlocked it, opened it, stepped inside, shut it, relocked it, then took a careful look around before he dared remove his sandals.
His eye looked at the floor, and he nodded with satisfaction. The fine layer of tinted flour he had laid there yesterday had done its job well, showing a clear line of footprints. Carefully, he traced their path. He or she came in through the window and walked straight to my table. The faint swirl pattern at the final pair of prints spoke of a teleportation jutsu.
A scroll lay directly on his table, right across from where the others stood.
Instead of bearing his name on the outside, it bore one typically cryptic sentence; “this is the last.”
Well, there’s a relief. I don’t think I would have liked receiving one every week until the day I am killed or die. Sighing, he performed his usual check on it, but as per usual, it was as clean as his floor was currently dirty.
He shrugged. No harm done if it’s the last... He picked it up, untied the ribbon, and unrolled it.
His eyebrow went up. Well, this is new...
***||***
Love was a rose-colored fog. When someone is in love with someone else, it can be as if their other can do no wrong. Spilling juice on the counter is adorable instead of annoying, forgetting birthdays became cute instead of rage-inducing, and all of the habits originally found all-too-strange suddenly became one of the highlights of your day.
Love is a rose-colored fog, sure, but what about lust? If love is rose-colored, lust is blood-colored.
It is considerably easier to see through a pink fog than a red fog.
Considering how Iruka had almost bumped into about five people on his way home from the mission desk, it was fairly safe to say that he was seeing through the darker haze at the moment.
I was so happy this morning...now all I want is to do it again. His more logical thought processes suggested to him that it’d be a good idea if he cooked dinner for them first. After all, it wouldn’t do if he lost energy in the middle of it.
True to the redness clouding his vision, he didn’t see any of the people around him slowly back away from the aura he was producing. It was doubtful that he’d care even if he had seen them.
Humming a light song to himself as he prepared some stir fry, he heard a the front door. “It’s open!” He called, smiling with happiness about being able to see his boyfriend (now lover!) again.
Kakashi came in, and surprisingly enough, once in the kitchen area, he shed his hitae-ate for an eyepatch, and immediately slid his mask down. With great pleasure, Iruka partook of the kiss that Kakashi offered to him, making a small incoherent noise at the back of his throat at the gentleness Kakashi was using.
Breaking the kiss, Kakashi looked down for a moment, and said the words no person in a relationship ever wanted to hear; “we need to talk.”
...goodbye, fog of lust....
***||***
Apologies for the short chapter, but the cliffhanger is necessary for the plot.
Yeah, about them rose-colored glasses--ladies and gents, I've been in love before. It's great, it hurts, it's terrifying and all that good stuff, but let's face it; when I was in love, I never forgot his flaws. However, it's a lot harder to fight to see the person instead of the incredible body when you're in lust.
Thank you all for your reviews, and may you all keep warm and...hmm, what do people do for December parties...enjoy sipping your eggnog! I hope that's somewhat accurate...me, I think I'll go eventually demolish that can of cranberry sauce I've still got left over from Thanksgiving...