Mirror, Mirror

A/N Okay I know this one was supposed to be longer then the last, but it actually started getting too long, so I decided to split it into pieces as I will now begin bouncing back and forth between Iruka's and Kakashi's POV


Chapter 4: The Mission

Kakashi laid quietly watching Iruka sleep. (So peaceful) Iruka slept without stirring his breathing soft and even. Just the sound of it in his ears made Kakashi feel relaxed. He longed to crawl across the floor of the small tent and get closer to that tan face, that soft breathing and that thick dark hair. To deeply breathe in the smell of the man that had enraptured him for so long. The sides of the tent sighed in the gentle wind, encapsulating the feelings that Kakashi held for his fellow shinobi. (So close, so far…God Iruka I wish…). His thoughts were cut short by some shuffling outside of his tent. Kakashi moved quickly but silently to the flap opening to see a dark figure lurking near the tent of the client Kurosaki. Kakashi took in a sharp breath and moved. He was inches away when he was able to make out the bright orange hair of his annoying rival.

“Damn, I didn’t think they would be sleeping in the same tent. To bad, I guess the warm bed will just have to wait until tomorrow.” Kakashi’s ears twitched, (he wouldn’t dare try and seduce Iruka) Kakashi stared somewhat blankly after the orange haired man who, quite impressively, snuck back into his own tent with barely a sound. Kakashi gritted his teeth, (great now not only do I have to worry about keeping other thugs and nin’s away from the client, I have to worry about keeping the client away from Iruka. This mission is going to be annoying.)

Kakashi returned silently to his bed roll, without so much as making Iruka stir. He watched him quietly for a moment longer watching his chest rise and fall in a beautiful rhythm. (Soon, soon...) Kakashi laid down and closed his eyes, sweet dreams of him and Iruka danced through his head, well mostly, there was a scene where he beat the living hell out of the orange haired guy leaving him in a bloody heap. But still they were all good dreams.

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The morning sun danced over the hills spilling over the small town that harbored the Kurosaki party. Kakashi was already awake, his bed roll packed, he now sat on a tree branch directly above the tent deeply enthralled in his latest Icha Icha Paradise novel. So enthralled that he didn’t even notice Iruka staring up at him with a very annoyed look on his face.

“Kakashi!” Iruka was using his teachers’ voice, the voice which Kakashi knew Naruto must have heard a million times before. But unlike the young genin, Kakashi actually found this instructional voice of Iruka’s rather alluring. It would make his voice deeper, and resonated a kind of strength that the chuunin rarely let out except when disciplining his students. (Oh my, I’ve been bad…hmm I wonder what kind of punishment they would dole out for spanking your teacher. And I am sure there are a few positions that you should be punished for, all of which I plan on trying out) “Ka-ka-shi! Put up that damn book and get down here. Really, we are escorting a young child; you should be ashamed of yourself.” A slight flush did appear across the Nin’s face but it had nothing to do with him being ashamed of reading his book around the child called Renji. No, as usually Kakashi’s mind was deep, deep in the gutter. The more Iruka yelled the warmer Kakashi’s face mask seemed to get.

“Calm down Iruka, the boy isn’t up yet. Besides I read this book around Naruto, Sauske, and Sakura all the time and it hasn’t caused them any trauma.” A vein twitched on Iruka’s forehead.

“Just because you haven’t noticed it through that damn cover you have your nose stuck behind doesn’t mean it hasn’t caused any lasting damage. Besides your not the one who had to explain to Naruto what the meaning of half the words in that book were.” Iruka was rubbing his hand over the x shaped scar on his the bridge of his nose as he mumbled in a low agitated voice.

“Hmm, when did Naruto read one of these books? Isn’t he a little young?” Kakashi’s nose was once again hidden behind the familiar bright orange cover of his favorite hobby.

“He took it from you damnit! Now put that thing away and get down here, we’re getting ready to leave.” (So, so cute when he’s mad. I’ll have to remember to tell Naruto to ask him some more questions just so he can bark at me about it.) Kakashi had an odd set of turn on’s.

“But you should probably know there is no way that Naruto would be capable of sneaking away with one of my books. They are considered to be one of my most precious items. He must have gotten it through some other means.” (But now that I know he is so curious….I will be happy to lend them to him, that will make those questions easier to ask, especially if I prod him in just the right direction.) Kakashi hadn’t had the joy of seeing Naruto’s sexy jutsu or his Harem jutsu. Though he would probably take it the same way that Jiraiya did. The perverted Senin didn’t just pass down his knowledge to the fourth, and of course the Fourth was more then happy to share with his favorite student all the in’s and outs of the senin’s favorite pass time.

“Grrr…I really don’t care who he got it from at this point. Get down here so we can get going.” Iruka rubbed his temple and shook his beautiful brunette head. (Mmmm…If I stay up here to much longer he is going to explode….still it’s hard not to when he acts like that.) Kakashi sighed, (better get going then) he appeared quite abruptly next to Iruka.

“I thought Master Kakashi was supposed to be giving the orders,” Kurosaki had an absolutely devilish grin on his face. His orange hair waving slightly in the wind, and the hungry look in his eyes put Kakashi on immediate defense mode.

“Yes, well sometimes I guess he has to be kick started.” Iruka was speaking completely innocently of course.

“Ah, I see, so tell me Master Iruka would you be willing to kick start me in the morning?” Kurosaki was suddenly very close, for a client that needed protecting he could certainly move like a ninja. “Um, well yelling at the client usually isn’t in the job description.” Iruka was blushing; he obviously wasn’t used to being this close to someone.


“Iruka.” Iruka turned his head at Kakashi’s command. Kakashi had put his book away and was now looking incredibly serious, the truth of the matter was that he was furious. Not only had Kurosaki gone after Iruka, he had done so right in from of Kakashi. (Don’t get that nose of yours that close to him or I’ll cut the damn thing off) he growled to himself. “Iruka, you take lead, stay close to the head of the caravan, I will remain towards the back with Mr. Kurosaki’s carriage.” Kurosaki glared directly at Kakashi, but Kakashi simply gazed back with those unfazed lazy eyes that drove angry men over the edge.

“I will speak to you later then Master Iruka,” Kurosaki whirled around and moved aggravatedly to his carriage. (That’s right and keep that carrot topped ass of yours in there.) Kakashi was debating about using his Sharingan to make Kurosaki think he was a lizard or snake, not that it would take a lot to make the guy think he was a damned reptile.

“Arigato Kakashi.” Kakashi looked at Iruka curiously. “He was getting a little to close for comfort.” Iruka blushed and then moved towards the front of the caravan. (Why was he blushing? Was Iruka embarrassed or had being that close to Kurosaki aroused him in someway?) Kakashi put the last of that thought out of his head. There was no way his beautiful brunette would go for a reptile like Kurosaki.