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Chapter Forty-Four
A/N Fyrbyrd and Belladonna_LaMorte - thank you both so much for your kind words. I just like knowing someone is reading and enjoying - it does help keep me motivated!
Chapter Forty-Four
Kakashi studied the kimono in his hand with dismay . . . it was the only piece of civilian clothing he owned, and he had the sneaking suspicion it was overly formal. Of course, he had no idea what would be appropriate . . . civilian clothes left a lot of room for interpretation. I think I need some help, he finally decided, unsure of who would know about such things. Gai was obviously out, he was sure he couldn’t face his so-called rival just yet, he needed more time to get used to the taijutsu master’s relationship with Ibiki before he could hide his bitterness over how things turned out. It’s all for the best, he assured himself yet again.
The copy-nin briefly pondered asking his ANBU shadow . . . then realized he’d never seen Bear in anything other than his uniform. That led him to start wracking his brain for anyone he knew who wore civilian clothes. He finally concluded that, of the shinobi his age, Asuma was the most likely candidate. Even if he can’t help me, Kakashi mused as he walked, he’s not likely to laugh at me.
“Hatake-san.” Kurenai murmured deferentially when she opened the door, “How lovely to see you, won’t you come in?”
“I was looking for Asuma.” the copy-nin ventured nervously, “Is he home?”
“He’s still sleeping.” the kunoichi replied sweetly, “Let me get him for you.” She darted from the room before he could protest, slipping into the bedroom to shake her husband wildly. “Asuma wake up.” she hissed excitedly, “Hatake Kakashi is here looking for you.”
“What does he want?” the bearded man rumbled sleepily.
“He wants to talk to you . . . get your lazy ass out of bed so I can find out what he wants.” the dark haired woman scolded.
“Go ask him yourself.” the jounin muttered angrily, “I only just got to sleep thanks to his running off on me, I’ll be damned if I let him drag me out of bed . . .” his rant was derailed abruptly when Kurenai grabbed his ear and yanked . . . hard.
“Sarutobi Asuma get up right now.” she demanded angrily, “Kakashi never talks to anyone about anything . . . if he wants to see you it has to be important.”
“His definition of important and mine aren’t likely to be the same.” the bearded man grumbled as he lit a cigarette, “If it were really important I would have been summoned.”
“There are occasionally things of importance not having to do with Konoha’s safety.” the kunoichi remarked drily.
“Not this early in the morning there aren’t.” Asuma continued to complain even as he dragged himself out of bed and pulled on the first pair of pants he found before wandering lazily out into the main room. “Morning Kakashi.”
“I’m so sorry Kurenai woke you up . . . I tried to stop her.” the copy-nin demurred.
“It’s alright,” the bearded man replied with a shrug, “there’s no stopping her once she gets going. What can I do for you?”
“I know this is going to sound ridiculous . . . but I need advice. I need some civilian clothes.” Kakashi began hesitantly.
“What kind of clothes?” the kunoichi asked excitedly, “Where are you going?”
“Just out to dinner.” the copy-nin hedged.
“Like a date?” Kurenai squealed, “Who’s the lucky girl?”
“Morino Ibiki.” Kakashi replied curtly, watching through guarded eyes as her excited daydreams were dashed.
“Oh.” she murmured, “It’s not a date then.”
“No,” the copy-nin said mournfully, “He’s seeing Gai now.”
“Did you want it to be a date?” the kunoichi asked hopefully.
“What difference does it make?” Kakashi inquired bitterly, “I blew it, I spent too long in Oto . . . he moved on, and now I have to.”
“Okay . . . I need the whole story.” the dark haired woman insisted, grasping a thin wrist and tugging the jounin behind her towards the couch, pushing him into its grasp before ordering, “Asuma, bring us some tea.”
“Yes dear.” the bearded man answered absently, taking the opportunity to step outside for a cigarette.
“So . . . how long were you two going out?” Kurenai prodded.
“We weren’t exactly dating . . . I was staying with him after he rescued me from Grass . . . until Kabuto kidnapped me, that is.” the copy-nin explained haltingly, “He was upset by my relationship with Orochimaru, particularly when I opted to stay with him until his death.”
“What relationship was that?” the curious kunoichi inquired nosily.
“We were lovers.” Kakashi said briefly, “We were . . . important to each other. He needed me . . . no one ever had before. No one hurt me or forced me to do anything . . . it was nice.” he concluded with a wistful smile, blissfully unaware of the horrified look on the dark haired kunoichi’s face.
“Someone hurt you?” she managed in a strangled voice.
“Didn’t Asuma tell you?” the copy-nin asked in a small voice.
“No, he didn’t. Are you alright Hatake-san?” Kurenai’s voice was full of compassion as she wrapped her hands around the skittish jounin’s.
The lanky man shrugged expressively, “Maa, it was nothing . . . and call me Kakashi, please. Hatake-san sounds like my father.”
“I’d be happy to help you find some clothes Kakashi-san.” the dark haired woman offered sincerely, “It would be my pleasure.”
Ibiki burst into the Hokage’s office, skidding to a stop in front of the large desk before panting “Where’s Genma? I need his help right now.”
“What did he say?” the senbon sucker asked curiously.
“He said yes . . . now what?” the interrogator asked in despair.
“You really are hopeless.” Iruka declared with a laugh, “Take the day off and give him a hand Gen . . . he’ll muck it up if you don’t.”
“Okay,” the honey haired man retorted, “where are you taking him?”
“Well . . . I have no idea. I don’t really go out to eat . . . oh my god, I don’t know what he likes . . . what if he’s allergic to something?” the scarred man babbled as he began to panic at the thought of what had seemed to be just a simple dinner.
“Okay . . . we’ll check his records, they’d list any allergies. I’ll book you a private dining room at a decent restaurant so Kakashi can take off his mask.” Genma drifted into fantasizing about just what the copy-nin looked like. “He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” he jerked his head up to ask pointedly.
“He’s very good-looking . . . almost pretty.” Ibiki reluctantly admitted.
“Of course . . . he has all the luck, good-looking, talented, genius.” Genma said jealously.
“Yes, I’m sure it’s so lucky to be abused for years.” Iruka broke in drily.
“Oh gods, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think.” the honey-haired man breathed, “I didn’t mean . . .”
“It’s alright Genma.” Ibiki soothed, happy to be in control for the moment, “I know you just weren’t thinking. You’ve been a huge help.”
“I want my foursome.” the senbon-sucker pouted.
“I need a twosome first.” the interrogator grumbled, “Can we please get back to my date? What should I wear?”
After Genma recovered from the fit of giggles triggered by Ibiki’s question, he took a deep breath, willing himself to relax before continuing. “What were you thinking of?”
“All I really have is my uniform . . . but I said civilian clothes, like an idiot.” the scarred man ranted, smacking himself on the forehead, “I have no idea what’s appropriate in civilian clothes.”
“Would you like me to go shopping with you?” the honey-haired man offered.
“Well . . . I’m not going to fit into your clothes, that’s for sure.” Ibiki pointed out, “So I don’t see that I have any choice.
“You make it sound so horrible.” Genma complained, “I’ve got good taste . . . don’t I Ru?” he whined plaintively.
“Yes dear.” the Rokudaime answered with a snort of laughter, “I’m sure you’ll turn Ibiki into a sex god.”
“But I don’t want to be a sex god.” the interrogator protested, “You said I was supposed to wait and woo him . . . remember?”
The Hokage and his lover leaned against each other until their gales of laughter had passed, wiping their eyes before Genma finally ventured, “Like it or not . . . you are a sex god Morino . . . now let’s go get you outfitted to snag your man.”
“I’m liking the sound of this less and less.” came the mournful reply, one which the senbon-sucker easily swept aside in his enthusiasm as he grabbed the scarred man’s arm and towed him off toward the market.
Chapter Forty-Four
Kakashi studied the kimono in his hand with dismay . . . it was the only piece of civilian clothing he owned, and he had the sneaking suspicion it was overly formal. Of course, he had no idea what would be appropriate . . . civilian clothes left a lot of room for interpretation. I think I need some help, he finally decided, unsure of who would know about such things. Gai was obviously out, he was sure he couldn’t face his so-called rival just yet, he needed more time to get used to the taijutsu master’s relationship with Ibiki before he could hide his bitterness over how things turned out. It’s all for the best, he assured himself yet again.
The copy-nin briefly pondered asking his ANBU shadow . . . then realized he’d never seen Bear in anything other than his uniform. That led him to start wracking his brain for anyone he knew who wore civilian clothes. He finally concluded that, of the shinobi his age, Asuma was the most likely candidate. Even if he can’t help me, Kakashi mused as he walked, he’s not likely to laugh at me.
“Hatake-san.” Kurenai murmured deferentially when she opened the door, “How lovely to see you, won’t you come in?”
“I was looking for Asuma.” the copy-nin ventured nervously, “Is he home?”
“He’s still sleeping.” the kunoichi replied sweetly, “Let me get him for you.” She darted from the room before he could protest, slipping into the bedroom to shake her husband wildly. “Asuma wake up.” she hissed excitedly, “Hatake Kakashi is here looking for you.”
“What does he want?” the bearded man rumbled sleepily.
“He wants to talk to you . . . get your lazy ass out of bed so I can find out what he wants.” the dark haired woman scolded.
“Go ask him yourself.” the jounin muttered angrily, “I only just got to sleep thanks to his running off on me, I’ll be damned if I let him drag me out of bed . . .” his rant was derailed abruptly when Kurenai grabbed his ear and yanked . . . hard.
“Sarutobi Asuma get up right now.” she demanded angrily, “Kakashi never talks to anyone about anything . . . if he wants to see you it has to be important.”
“His definition of important and mine aren’t likely to be the same.” the bearded man grumbled as he lit a cigarette, “If it were really important I would have been summoned.”
“There are occasionally things of importance not having to do with Konoha’s safety.” the kunoichi remarked drily.
“Not this early in the morning there aren’t.” Asuma continued to complain even as he dragged himself out of bed and pulled on the first pair of pants he found before wandering lazily out into the main room. “Morning Kakashi.”
“I’m so sorry Kurenai woke you up . . . I tried to stop her.” the copy-nin demurred.
“It’s alright,” the bearded man replied with a shrug, “there’s no stopping her once she gets going. What can I do for you?”
“I know this is going to sound ridiculous . . . but I need advice. I need some civilian clothes.” Kakashi began hesitantly.
“What kind of clothes?” the kunoichi asked excitedly, “Where are you going?”
“Just out to dinner.” the copy-nin hedged.
“Like a date?” Kurenai squealed, “Who’s the lucky girl?”
“Morino Ibiki.” Kakashi replied curtly, watching through guarded eyes as her excited daydreams were dashed.
“Oh.” she murmured, “It’s not a date then.”
“No,” the copy-nin said mournfully, “He’s seeing Gai now.”
“Did you want it to be a date?” the kunoichi asked hopefully.
“What difference does it make?” Kakashi inquired bitterly, “I blew it, I spent too long in Oto . . . he moved on, and now I have to.”
“Okay . . . I need the whole story.” the dark haired woman insisted, grasping a thin wrist and tugging the jounin behind her towards the couch, pushing him into its grasp before ordering, “Asuma, bring us some tea.”
“Yes dear.” the bearded man answered absently, taking the opportunity to step outside for a cigarette.
“So . . . how long were you two going out?” Kurenai prodded.
“We weren’t exactly dating . . . I was staying with him after he rescued me from Grass . . . until Kabuto kidnapped me, that is.” the copy-nin explained haltingly, “He was upset by my relationship with Orochimaru, particularly when I opted to stay with him until his death.”
“What relationship was that?” the curious kunoichi inquired nosily.
“We were lovers.” Kakashi said briefly, “We were . . . important to each other. He needed me . . . no one ever had before. No one hurt me or forced me to do anything . . . it was nice.” he concluded with a wistful smile, blissfully unaware of the horrified look on the dark haired kunoichi’s face.
“Someone hurt you?” she managed in a strangled voice.
“Didn’t Asuma tell you?” the copy-nin asked in a small voice.
“No, he didn’t. Are you alright Hatake-san?” Kurenai’s voice was full of compassion as she wrapped her hands around the skittish jounin’s.
The lanky man shrugged expressively, “Maa, it was nothing . . . and call me Kakashi, please. Hatake-san sounds like my father.”
“I’d be happy to help you find some clothes Kakashi-san.” the dark haired woman offered sincerely, “It would be my pleasure.”
Ibiki burst into the Hokage’s office, skidding to a stop in front of the large desk before panting “Where’s Genma? I need his help right now.”
“What did he say?” the senbon sucker asked curiously.
“He said yes . . . now what?” the interrogator asked in despair.
“You really are hopeless.” Iruka declared with a laugh, “Take the day off and give him a hand Gen . . . he’ll muck it up if you don’t.”
“Okay,” the honey haired man retorted, “where are you taking him?”
“Well . . . I have no idea. I don’t really go out to eat . . . oh my god, I don’t know what he likes . . . what if he’s allergic to something?” the scarred man babbled as he began to panic at the thought of what had seemed to be just a simple dinner.
“Okay . . . we’ll check his records, they’d list any allergies. I’ll book you a private dining room at a decent restaurant so Kakashi can take off his mask.” Genma drifted into fantasizing about just what the copy-nin looked like. “He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” he jerked his head up to ask pointedly.
“He’s very good-looking . . . almost pretty.” Ibiki reluctantly admitted.
“Of course . . . he has all the luck, good-looking, talented, genius.” Genma said jealously.
“Yes, I’m sure it’s so lucky to be abused for years.” Iruka broke in drily.
“Oh gods, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think.” the honey-haired man breathed, “I didn’t mean . . .”
“It’s alright Genma.” Ibiki soothed, happy to be in control for the moment, “I know you just weren’t thinking. You’ve been a huge help.”
“I want my foursome.” the senbon-sucker pouted.
“I need a twosome first.” the interrogator grumbled, “Can we please get back to my date? What should I wear?”
After Genma recovered from the fit of giggles triggered by Ibiki’s question, he took a deep breath, willing himself to relax before continuing. “What were you thinking of?”
“All I really have is my uniform . . . but I said civilian clothes, like an idiot.” the scarred man ranted, smacking himself on the forehead, “I have no idea what’s appropriate in civilian clothes.”
“Would you like me to go shopping with you?” the honey-haired man offered.
“Well . . . I’m not going to fit into your clothes, that’s for sure.” Ibiki pointed out, “So I don’t see that I have any choice.
“You make it sound so horrible.” Genma complained, “I’ve got good taste . . . don’t I Ru?” he whined plaintively.
“Yes dear.” the Rokudaime answered with a snort of laughter, “I’m sure you’ll turn Ibiki into a sex god.”
“But I don’t want to be a sex god.” the interrogator protested, “You said I was supposed to wait and woo him . . . remember?”
The Hokage and his lover leaned against each other until their gales of laughter had passed, wiping their eyes before Genma finally ventured, “Like it or not . . . you are a sex god Morino . . . now let’s go get you outfitted to snag your man.”
“I’m liking the sound of this less and less.” came the mournful reply, one which the senbon-sucker easily swept aside in his enthusiasm as he grabbed the scarred man’s arm and towed him off toward the market.