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Adult ++
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Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Seven
Ibiki woke early the next morning to the sound of thunderous pounding on the front door. He yawned sleepily and tried to stretch, quickly orienting himself when he caught a glimpse of the whirlwind of tousled silver currently resting on his chest. Smiling at the sight he carefully worked himself out from under the still slumbering copy-nin and stumbled off to answer the door.
“Good morning Morino-san.” Kurenai greeted him with a smirk, “Is Kakashi up yet?”
“No, he’s not.” the interrogator responded gruffly, “Neither was I until you decided to bang the door down. Is there something I can help you with?”
“So,” the dark-haired woman continued slyly, “how was your date . . . it was a date, wasn’t it?”
“Yes it was a date and it was fine, thank you.” the scarred man replied stiffly, “Shouldn’t you be at home with your husband instead of here haranguing me?”
“Well, I actually came to talk with Kakashi . . . but since I have you here,” she continued gleefully, smiling in a way that made the stoic interrogator decidedly nervous, “I suppose now is as good a time as any to ask you about your intentions.”
“Excuse me?” came the startled retort.
“Your intentions toward Kakashi . . . you are serious, aren’t you? He said you were involved with Gai . . . and now, here you are, the morning after your big date . . .” the dark haired woman trailed off suggestively.
“My intentions are none of your business.” Ibiki hissed angrily, “Keep your nose out of my affairs Kurenai.”
The kunoichi pursed her lips and studied the scarred man intently, “No . . . Kakashi’s been hurt enough. If you’re not serious you need to back off now.”
“I am very serious.” the scarred man growled, “More serious than you can possibly imagine. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back to bed. I’ll tell ‘kashi you stopped by.” He shut the door in the dark-haired woman’s face and shuffled quietly back down the hall, intent on slipping back onto the couch before the copy-nin even realized he was gone.
“Who was that?” Kakashi’s soft, husky voice broke into the interrogator’s thoughts.
“Kurenai, she wanted to get the dirt on our date.” Ibiki replied with a grin.
“So . . . what did you tell her?” came the wry retort, “Or, do I not want to know?”
“That I was more serious about you than she could imagine and that she should back off and keep out of our relationship.” came the smug reply.
“Do I get to tell Genma the same thing?” the copy-nin whispered.
“If it pleases you.” the scarred man responded seriously, “I won’t speak with him again if it bothers you.”
“I don’t care if you talk to him.” Kakashi replied nonchalantly, “I would, however, prefer it if you refrained from sleeping with him . . . especially since you won’t have sex with me.”
“About that.” Ibiki began nervously, “Genma is under the impression that I promised him a foursome.”
“What?” the copy-nin snapped in disbelief.
“When you were kidnapped, before Genma went off with Tsume, he promised to bring you back to me in exchange for a foursome.” the scarred man explained, cheeks flaming with embarrassment. “I didn’t agree.” he hastily assured the obviously dubious jounin, “He just sort of assumed.”
“Well, at least that explains what he was prattling on about.” Kakashi remarked absently, “When they brought him in he was singing something about getting his foursome . . . I’m glad I didn’t know the details then or I would have been less inclined to help him.”
“Look, I’ll tell him to back off.” Ibiki hastened to offer, only to be cut off by an openly irritated copy-nin.
“No . . . I‘ll talk to him.” Kakashi declared coldly, “He needs to learn not to make plans without the participants’ permission.”
“He wouldn’t force you ‘kashi.” the interrogator tried to reassure him, “It’s not like that . . . it’s more of a fun, open invitation.”
“You think that’s fun?” came the reproachful retort, “Well, you should decide now if it’s what you want . . . I have no intention of being used as barter . . .”
He was abruptly cut off by a distraught Ibiki, “Oh, no ‘kashi . . . never, ever. I would never do that to you . . . to anyone, but especially not to you. I swore to keep you safe, remember. I don’t want anyone but you. I only mentioned it because I didn’t want you to hear about it from Genma first.”
“If you say so.” the copy-nin hedged, voice dripping with disbelief. “I think I need to have a word with Shiranui-san . . . and our illustrious Hokage.”
“Iruka’s a good man . . . he’s broken a lot of rules to try and make up for what Sandaime and Tsunade did to you. Please don’t punish him for my decision.” the scarred man implored.
“You’re awfully concerned about him.” Kakashi remarked idly, “Why do I have so much trouble believing you?”
“Fine.” Ibiki barked, “Let’s go see him then.” He grabbed a silk clad arm and made the signs for a transportation jutsu, appearing in the middle of the Hokage’s office, still wearing their rumpled clothes from the night before.
“Good morning gentlemen.” the Rokudaime greeted them with a smile, “From the looks of it you had a pleasurable night. What can I do for you this morning?”
“I’m going to go have a talk with Genma.” the interrogator said desperately, rushing into the Hokage’s apartment and slamming the door shut behind him.
“Hokage-sama.” Kakashi began deferentially, bowing deeply before beginning to speak, “I need you to do me a favor.”
“Anything I can Hatake-san.” Iruka replied sincerely, “Konoha is in your debt.”
“Please tell your lover that I am afraid he will not get the foursome he was promised. Morino-san does not have permission to offer me in that way.” the copy-nin continued stiltedly, fists clenching even as his voice dropped to a whisper. “I am sorry if he feels slighted by this . . . perhaps he can convince Morino-san to find someone else to take my place.”
“Kakashi,” the Hokage gasped, grabbing the jounin’s hands and peering into the visible portion of his face, “you have the wrong idea. Ibiki had nothing to do with it . . . a foursome was just one of Gen’s perverted fantasies . . . we both have always found the two of you attractive, the thought of you together . . .”
“Hokage-sama, I do not wish to be disrespectful . . . but those are thoughts you should not be having. Concentrate on your own relationship please. Believe me when I tell you that my past makes it unlikely I will ever be receptive to your ‘invitation’. Please do not take it personally . . . this is not a topic I feel comfortable discussing, much less acting out.” Kakashi stated mildly, “Please tell Shiranui-san I would appreciate it if he refrained from mentioning such things.”
“Of course Hatake-san.” Iruka conceded just as calmly, “I do not wish you to be uncomfortable. Please believe me when I assure you that no one ever had any intention of doing anything without your permission.”
“You slept with Ibiki.” the copy-nin pointed out, “I don’t recall agreeing to that.”
“You were in Sound with Orochimaru.” the Rokudaime countered, “I don’t recall Ibiki agreeing to that.”
“You are correct Hokage-sama.” came the overly deferential reply, “I’m just going to have a brief word with Shiranui-san and then I’ll be out of your way.”
“Wait Kakashi . . . I didn’t mean . . .” Iruka trailed off unhappily, wishing he could call back his final words to the copy-nin as he watched him stalk out of the room with his back ramrod straight and his visible eye overly bright.
Ibiki jumped up from his seat at the kitchen table upon the copy-nin’s entry, putting as much distance as possible between himself and the oblivious senbon sucker. He shivered at the disdainful look the angry jounin sent his way before he began to speak. “Shiranui-san,” the copy-nin began coldly, “I expect you to stop propositioning me.”
“Just you Kakashi?” the honey-haired man quipped, “What about Ibiki?” he continued, never noticing the frantic gestures the interrogator was making.
“He is free to do as he likes.” the copy-nin stated frostily.
“But I don’t want to be free.” Ibiki blurted, “I don’t want anyone but you, I swear.”
“We can talk about that later . . . in private.” Kakashi stressed, “Right now, I’d like some breakfast.”
“Anything you want.” the scarred man conceded happily, “That sounds wonderful.”
“You are so whipped.” Genma hummed happily, head whipping around guiltily when the Hokage growled from behind him.
“Gen you really should learn when to keep your mouth shut.” Iruka declared.
“Whipped.” the interrogator chortled happily as he and the copy-nin headed out arm in arm to find some breakfast, knowing he’d end up filling the senbon-sucker in on what was going on at some point in the very near future.
Ibiki woke early the next morning to the sound of thunderous pounding on the front door. He yawned sleepily and tried to stretch, quickly orienting himself when he caught a glimpse of the whirlwind of tousled silver currently resting on his chest. Smiling at the sight he carefully worked himself out from under the still slumbering copy-nin and stumbled off to answer the door.
“Good morning Morino-san.” Kurenai greeted him with a smirk, “Is Kakashi up yet?”
“No, he’s not.” the interrogator responded gruffly, “Neither was I until you decided to bang the door down. Is there something I can help you with?”
“So,” the dark-haired woman continued slyly, “how was your date . . . it was a date, wasn’t it?”
“Yes it was a date and it was fine, thank you.” the scarred man replied stiffly, “Shouldn’t you be at home with your husband instead of here haranguing me?”
“Well, I actually came to talk with Kakashi . . . but since I have you here,” she continued gleefully, smiling in a way that made the stoic interrogator decidedly nervous, “I suppose now is as good a time as any to ask you about your intentions.”
“Excuse me?” came the startled retort.
“Your intentions toward Kakashi . . . you are serious, aren’t you? He said you were involved with Gai . . . and now, here you are, the morning after your big date . . .” the dark haired woman trailed off suggestively.
“My intentions are none of your business.” Ibiki hissed angrily, “Keep your nose out of my affairs Kurenai.”
The kunoichi pursed her lips and studied the scarred man intently, “No . . . Kakashi’s been hurt enough. If you’re not serious you need to back off now.”
“I am very serious.” the scarred man growled, “More serious than you can possibly imagine. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back to bed. I’ll tell ‘kashi you stopped by.” He shut the door in the dark-haired woman’s face and shuffled quietly back down the hall, intent on slipping back onto the couch before the copy-nin even realized he was gone.
“Who was that?” Kakashi’s soft, husky voice broke into the interrogator’s thoughts.
“Kurenai, she wanted to get the dirt on our date.” Ibiki replied with a grin.
“So . . . what did you tell her?” came the wry retort, “Or, do I not want to know?”
“That I was more serious about you than she could imagine and that she should back off and keep out of our relationship.” came the smug reply.
“Do I get to tell Genma the same thing?” the copy-nin whispered.
“If it pleases you.” the scarred man responded seriously, “I won’t speak with him again if it bothers you.”
“I don’t care if you talk to him.” Kakashi replied nonchalantly, “I would, however, prefer it if you refrained from sleeping with him . . . especially since you won’t have sex with me.”
“About that.” Ibiki began nervously, “Genma is under the impression that I promised him a foursome.”
“What?” the copy-nin snapped in disbelief.
“When you were kidnapped, before Genma went off with Tsume, he promised to bring you back to me in exchange for a foursome.” the scarred man explained, cheeks flaming with embarrassment. “I didn’t agree.” he hastily assured the obviously dubious jounin, “He just sort of assumed.”
“Well, at least that explains what he was prattling on about.” Kakashi remarked absently, “When they brought him in he was singing something about getting his foursome . . . I’m glad I didn’t know the details then or I would have been less inclined to help him.”
“Look, I’ll tell him to back off.” Ibiki hastened to offer, only to be cut off by an openly irritated copy-nin.
“No . . . I‘ll talk to him.” Kakashi declared coldly, “He needs to learn not to make plans without the participants’ permission.”
“He wouldn’t force you ‘kashi.” the interrogator tried to reassure him, “It’s not like that . . . it’s more of a fun, open invitation.”
“You think that’s fun?” came the reproachful retort, “Well, you should decide now if it’s what you want . . . I have no intention of being used as barter . . .”
He was abruptly cut off by a distraught Ibiki, “Oh, no ‘kashi . . . never, ever. I would never do that to you . . . to anyone, but especially not to you. I swore to keep you safe, remember. I don’t want anyone but you. I only mentioned it because I didn’t want you to hear about it from Genma first.”
“If you say so.” the copy-nin hedged, voice dripping with disbelief. “I think I need to have a word with Shiranui-san . . . and our illustrious Hokage.”
“Iruka’s a good man . . . he’s broken a lot of rules to try and make up for what Sandaime and Tsunade did to you. Please don’t punish him for my decision.” the scarred man implored.
“You’re awfully concerned about him.” Kakashi remarked idly, “Why do I have so much trouble believing you?”
“Fine.” Ibiki barked, “Let’s go see him then.” He grabbed a silk clad arm and made the signs for a transportation jutsu, appearing in the middle of the Hokage’s office, still wearing their rumpled clothes from the night before.
“Good morning gentlemen.” the Rokudaime greeted them with a smile, “From the looks of it you had a pleasurable night. What can I do for you this morning?”
“I’m going to go have a talk with Genma.” the interrogator said desperately, rushing into the Hokage’s apartment and slamming the door shut behind him.
“Hokage-sama.” Kakashi began deferentially, bowing deeply before beginning to speak, “I need you to do me a favor.”
“Anything I can Hatake-san.” Iruka replied sincerely, “Konoha is in your debt.”
“Please tell your lover that I am afraid he will not get the foursome he was promised. Morino-san does not have permission to offer me in that way.” the copy-nin continued stiltedly, fists clenching even as his voice dropped to a whisper. “I am sorry if he feels slighted by this . . . perhaps he can convince Morino-san to find someone else to take my place.”
“Kakashi,” the Hokage gasped, grabbing the jounin’s hands and peering into the visible portion of his face, “you have the wrong idea. Ibiki had nothing to do with it . . . a foursome was just one of Gen’s perverted fantasies . . . we both have always found the two of you attractive, the thought of you together . . .”
“Hokage-sama, I do not wish to be disrespectful . . . but those are thoughts you should not be having. Concentrate on your own relationship please. Believe me when I tell you that my past makes it unlikely I will ever be receptive to your ‘invitation’. Please do not take it personally . . . this is not a topic I feel comfortable discussing, much less acting out.” Kakashi stated mildly, “Please tell Shiranui-san I would appreciate it if he refrained from mentioning such things.”
“Of course Hatake-san.” Iruka conceded just as calmly, “I do not wish you to be uncomfortable. Please believe me when I assure you that no one ever had any intention of doing anything without your permission.”
“You slept with Ibiki.” the copy-nin pointed out, “I don’t recall agreeing to that.”
“You were in Sound with Orochimaru.” the Rokudaime countered, “I don’t recall Ibiki agreeing to that.”
“You are correct Hokage-sama.” came the overly deferential reply, “I’m just going to have a brief word with Shiranui-san and then I’ll be out of your way.”
“Wait Kakashi . . . I didn’t mean . . .” Iruka trailed off unhappily, wishing he could call back his final words to the copy-nin as he watched him stalk out of the room with his back ramrod straight and his visible eye overly bright.
Ibiki jumped up from his seat at the kitchen table upon the copy-nin’s entry, putting as much distance as possible between himself and the oblivious senbon sucker. He shivered at the disdainful look the angry jounin sent his way before he began to speak. “Shiranui-san,” the copy-nin began coldly, “I expect you to stop propositioning me.”
“Just you Kakashi?” the honey-haired man quipped, “What about Ibiki?” he continued, never noticing the frantic gestures the interrogator was making.
“He is free to do as he likes.” the copy-nin stated frostily.
“But I don’t want to be free.” Ibiki blurted, “I don’t want anyone but you, I swear.”
“We can talk about that later . . . in private.” Kakashi stressed, “Right now, I’d like some breakfast.”
“Anything you want.” the scarred man conceded happily, “That sounds wonderful.”
“You are so whipped.” Genma hummed happily, head whipping around guiltily when the Hokage growled from behind him.
“Gen you really should learn when to keep your mouth shut.” Iruka declared.
“Whipped.” the interrogator chortled happily as he and the copy-nin headed out arm in arm to find some breakfast, knowing he’d end up filling the senbon-sucker in on what was going on at some point in the very near future.