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part 7, 8 and 9
Title: Get him NOW!
Part 7.
Kakashi paced outside the room he had been kicked out of. Mind whirling with names to call the woman inside working on his mate. Up and down the hall of the I&T building, never straying far from the closed portal. His anger bubbling in his blood, showing clearly in the way he held his body. Most personnel had been warned to stay away while the crisis was dealt with.
“Dam it woman, you done yet?” The silver Nin yelled at the door. Fingers resting on the simple obstruction.
“Kakashi if I hear your voice one more time before I am ready you will be busted back down to academy student level and made to resit ALL your training and not with Iruka as your teacher. Pervert.”
This was hell for Tsunade, working to heal what Iruka’s spent body could handle was hard enough. It would take quite awhile, without the constant interruptions at the door. But she did not want to run the risk of letting the overprotective man in to see his mate while she worked. Concentration once more shattered in as many minutes and she gave a long suffering sigh.
“KAKASHI.”
The door flew back in a repeat performance of his first entrance, this time without the sanguine eye.
“Since there is little more I can do tonight, under the circumstances…” Tsunade was cut off abruptly and the copy Nin scooped up his still unconscious lover.
“We will be at his place.”
“Like hell are you going anywhere with him but to the hospital, he still needs treatment.” Blond tails twitched as the fifth moved to block the door. For a woman she could be more unmovable than a block of granite.
“I don’t like them. Iruka needs comfort, not hard beds and the smell of bleach.”
Tsunade was slowly turning red, anger almost at boiling point. Still Kakashi looked cool and bored, a deadly mask he wore.
“If I let you take him home, you will allow ALL medical ninja inside to help Iruka and follow their instructions like you would my own.” She tried for a compromise knowing that he was partly right, patients recovered better in familiar surroundings and, as they were not sure how much Iruka would remember until he woke up, it was probably best.
Kakashi nodded, setting the man he held cradled in his arms, modesty kept intact by the flimsy sheet wrapped around his body.
“Have you been seen to?” All she got for a reply was a shrug as he moved by. Bloody stubborn men, have to act like hero’s all the time, Jiraiya was the same.
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Part 8.
Once in the hallway, Kakashi moved his hand to make the sign to teleport, reappearing in Iruka’s bedroom. With care not to disturb the deeply sleeping man, Kakashi made him comfortable, removing the sweat smelling sheet, he debated washing his lover, to rid him of the stench the other shinobi had oozed over his mate. But as Iruka turned to seek contact, Kakashi just slipped the naked teacher between cornflower blue cotton sheets and tucked him in tight. Bending over to brush strands of chocolate bangs out over the pillow, moon cast shadows hiding Kakashi as he sat back to watch for awhile making sure Iruka was settled.
Iruka’s chakra was still low, but the deadly spikes had stopped, now and then a wave would rise up like a ghost hand and seek out the chakra of the still silently watching man.
“Your mine…” A pale hand pets the soft warm tanned one and silence reigned once more in the apartment.
The shadows cast by the moon have moved again, “I promise you will never feel that kind of pain again.” A light kiss is placed on the sleeping forehead.
Kakashi moves to the kitchen, a space he is both comfortable and lost in at the same time, soft words move about with the copy nin as he looks first in the fridge, snagging a beer and food ingredients. “Yes I plan to drink more than just all your beer.” Kakashi looks for where the kitchen knifes are, well where he would keep them. No luck and not wanting to wake his lover by banging drawers in frustration, he settles for pulling out one of his kunai and using it to shred vegetables into chunks for a quick stew. “Why do you need to keep you pots so far from the cooker?” more cupboards are opened and looked through, in the search for objects not found and a long sigh is released in frustration.o
“Kami, Iruka you have ten different teas in here.” Bang! Kakashi’s skull meets with a shelf that, if in his own cramped kitchen would not be there. Rubbing the injured part of his anatomy, Kakashi goes to check on his mate, feeling like too much time had past apart.
Iruka’s chest fell and rose with a soft steady rhythm, the copy Nin used the sanguine eye to double check was still normal. Recovering the eye that was a last parting gift once more, he could hear Obito’s soft voice whisper. ‘The dead have no use for such things.’
With the stew on a low heat to simmer, Kakashi sipped at the apple mint tea, letting it slowly slip down and the taste fully examined on his tongue. Once more he sat on the bed, back up against the wall, Iruka warm against his left side. “Could get used to this.”
A soft chink of china and the almost drunk tea is abandoned in favour of placing one stubborn chunin’s head in his own dark clothed lap, eyes fighting the battle to sleep.
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There was always a low hum of accumulated voices in a bar like this, booths tucked round the edge of the large open plan room for the clientele to huddle in or take over like wild growing weeds. The bar owner had long ago given up with trying to sensibly light the place, so the normal villagers would feel commutable, too many veiled hints about waking up with unwanted guests. So this was the only bar in the village that was set up to keep the mostly shinobi or ex ninja drinkers comfortable.
Tsunade sat at her usual table, openly drinking the sake while facing her, her head of I&T drank chilled juice.
“So you think our Iruka crisis is over? “ spoke the blond Hokage, eyes idly slipped over the room weighing up the mood of her people.
“Iruka, yes now he has his life-mate. Iruka has always been a fairly stable person, but Kakashi will bring a set of problems all of his own.” Ibiki slid a hand down his inner thigh, remembering how Kakashi had smelt him like a bitch in heat. What had he meant about neither playing the uke role?
Ibiki realised his mind was drifting while his superior was trying to debrief him, but then the fifth was also distracted with her drinks. It had been a very long and hard 40 hours coming up. “Go home, relax Ibiki. Tomorrow is another battle and with any luck the latest matched pair will soon be back on there feet.” Tsunade waved a hand freeing the tall man to rise and leave the bar.
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Part 9.
Dawn’s early greyish light touched the stark white walls, as well as sheets stiff from heavy bleach and use. On the window sill, a distinct shadow fell before its owner and flowed through the room to stand at the foot of the only occupied bed in the twin bed hospital room.
Kakashi caught the shuriken aimed for his ear with practiced ease and laughed deep and amused, “So you can teach an old dog new tricks.”
What was once clear brown eyes are now milky with age opened looking at the man by his feet. “You pup, aren’t too old to be put across my knee.”
Kakashi moves up and clasps Dog on the left shoulder with his right hand, smile hidden behind his once again masked face. But they know each other too well from the days when one lead the ANBU team they both worked in. No words of thanks are expressed or even actions of gratitude. Both know the sentiment behind this impromptu visit.
Kakashi moves back out the window as the first ray of light peeks over the horizon pink and bloodying his hair, he is late for his usual morning greeting and he hopes those that wait on him will understand, but Kakashi has no true way of telling other than the saying ‘dead men tell no lies’.
“Yes I am late Obito, don’t look so sullen.”
In the quiet, only the stone can here his words. There is little traffic this early and most have learned to let the copy Nin be, if they do catch him lingering longer than usual. He was as dedicated to the dead as much as the living, if not more so. With the dead he could speak freely and never fear the spider thin strings the living could tug on.
“I had to see Dog, he came close to joining you, all because Iruka is stubborn. Yes thank you Sensei, and which would you have me be, the pot or the kettle. OH!”
A slight discolouration shows on the exposed cheeks. The copy Nin removes his hiate out of respect, and to show his team mate he values the gift still, even if it is a heavy burden to carry, red eye shuts for a moment and a long sigh. Kakashi looks like he is trying to find words.
Birds sing their bright morning songs as Kakashi tracers patterns in the dew on the memorial stone.
“Iruka and I are mated…” Silence, a small gust of wind curling some leaf matter about the stone. “Stop laughing at me you three.” white spikes shake. “You’re all perverts for suggesting that, you know I would never abandon any of you.” The wind picks up and dust dancers with the leaf litter. “Fine!”
Kakashi jutsued into Iruka’s bed room.
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Part 7.
Kakashi paced outside the room he had been kicked out of. Mind whirling with names to call the woman inside working on his mate. Up and down the hall of the I&T building, never straying far from the closed portal. His anger bubbling in his blood, showing clearly in the way he held his body. Most personnel had been warned to stay away while the crisis was dealt with.
“Dam it woman, you done yet?” The silver Nin yelled at the door. Fingers resting on the simple obstruction.
“Kakashi if I hear your voice one more time before I am ready you will be busted back down to academy student level and made to resit ALL your training and not with Iruka as your teacher. Pervert.”
This was hell for Tsunade, working to heal what Iruka’s spent body could handle was hard enough. It would take quite awhile, without the constant interruptions at the door. But she did not want to run the risk of letting the overprotective man in to see his mate while she worked. Concentration once more shattered in as many minutes and she gave a long suffering sigh.
“KAKASHI.”
The door flew back in a repeat performance of his first entrance, this time without the sanguine eye.
“Since there is little more I can do tonight, under the circumstances…” Tsunade was cut off abruptly and the copy Nin scooped up his still unconscious lover.
“We will be at his place.”
“Like hell are you going anywhere with him but to the hospital, he still needs treatment.” Blond tails twitched as the fifth moved to block the door. For a woman she could be more unmovable than a block of granite.
“I don’t like them. Iruka needs comfort, not hard beds and the smell of bleach.”
Tsunade was slowly turning red, anger almost at boiling point. Still Kakashi looked cool and bored, a deadly mask he wore.
“If I let you take him home, you will allow ALL medical ninja inside to help Iruka and follow their instructions like you would my own.” She tried for a compromise knowing that he was partly right, patients recovered better in familiar surroundings and, as they were not sure how much Iruka would remember until he woke up, it was probably best.
Kakashi nodded, setting the man he held cradled in his arms, modesty kept intact by the flimsy sheet wrapped around his body.
“Have you been seen to?” All she got for a reply was a shrug as he moved by. Bloody stubborn men, have to act like hero’s all the time, Jiraiya was the same.
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Part 8.
Once in the hallway, Kakashi moved his hand to make the sign to teleport, reappearing in Iruka’s bedroom. With care not to disturb the deeply sleeping man, Kakashi made him comfortable, removing the sweat smelling sheet, he debated washing his lover, to rid him of the stench the other shinobi had oozed over his mate. But as Iruka turned to seek contact, Kakashi just slipped the naked teacher between cornflower blue cotton sheets and tucked him in tight. Bending over to brush strands of chocolate bangs out over the pillow, moon cast shadows hiding Kakashi as he sat back to watch for awhile making sure Iruka was settled.
Iruka’s chakra was still low, but the deadly spikes had stopped, now and then a wave would rise up like a ghost hand and seek out the chakra of the still silently watching man.
“Your mine…” A pale hand pets the soft warm tanned one and silence reigned once more in the apartment.
The shadows cast by the moon have moved again, “I promise you will never feel that kind of pain again.” A light kiss is placed on the sleeping forehead.
Kakashi moves to the kitchen, a space he is both comfortable and lost in at the same time, soft words move about with the copy nin as he looks first in the fridge, snagging a beer and food ingredients. “Yes I plan to drink more than just all your beer.” Kakashi looks for where the kitchen knifes are, well where he would keep them. No luck and not wanting to wake his lover by banging drawers in frustration, he settles for pulling out one of his kunai and using it to shred vegetables into chunks for a quick stew. “Why do you need to keep you pots so far from the cooker?” more cupboards are opened and looked through, in the search for objects not found and a long sigh is released in frustration.o
“Kami, Iruka you have ten different teas in here.” Bang! Kakashi’s skull meets with a shelf that, if in his own cramped kitchen would not be there. Rubbing the injured part of his anatomy, Kakashi goes to check on his mate, feeling like too much time had past apart.
Iruka’s chest fell and rose with a soft steady rhythm, the copy Nin used the sanguine eye to double check was still normal. Recovering the eye that was a last parting gift once more, he could hear Obito’s soft voice whisper. ‘The dead have no use for such things.’
With the stew on a low heat to simmer, Kakashi sipped at the apple mint tea, letting it slowly slip down and the taste fully examined on his tongue. Once more he sat on the bed, back up against the wall, Iruka warm against his left side. “Could get used to this.”
A soft chink of china and the almost drunk tea is abandoned in favour of placing one stubborn chunin’s head in his own dark clothed lap, eyes fighting the battle to sleep.
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There was always a low hum of accumulated voices in a bar like this, booths tucked round the edge of the large open plan room for the clientele to huddle in or take over like wild growing weeds. The bar owner had long ago given up with trying to sensibly light the place, so the normal villagers would feel commutable, too many veiled hints about waking up with unwanted guests. So this was the only bar in the village that was set up to keep the mostly shinobi or ex ninja drinkers comfortable.
Tsunade sat at her usual table, openly drinking the sake while facing her, her head of I&T drank chilled juice.
“So you think our Iruka crisis is over? “ spoke the blond Hokage, eyes idly slipped over the room weighing up the mood of her people.
“Iruka, yes now he has his life-mate. Iruka has always been a fairly stable person, but Kakashi will bring a set of problems all of his own.” Ibiki slid a hand down his inner thigh, remembering how Kakashi had smelt him like a bitch in heat. What had he meant about neither playing the uke role?
Ibiki realised his mind was drifting while his superior was trying to debrief him, but then the fifth was also distracted with her drinks. It had been a very long and hard 40 hours coming up. “Go home, relax Ibiki. Tomorrow is another battle and with any luck the latest matched pair will soon be back on there feet.” Tsunade waved a hand freeing the tall man to rise and leave the bar.
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Part 9.
Dawn’s early greyish light touched the stark white walls, as well as sheets stiff from heavy bleach and use. On the window sill, a distinct shadow fell before its owner and flowed through the room to stand at the foot of the only occupied bed in the twin bed hospital room.
Kakashi caught the shuriken aimed for his ear with practiced ease and laughed deep and amused, “So you can teach an old dog new tricks.”
What was once clear brown eyes are now milky with age opened looking at the man by his feet. “You pup, aren’t too old to be put across my knee.”
Kakashi moves up and clasps Dog on the left shoulder with his right hand, smile hidden behind his once again masked face. But they know each other too well from the days when one lead the ANBU team they both worked in. No words of thanks are expressed or even actions of gratitude. Both know the sentiment behind this impromptu visit.
Kakashi moves back out the window as the first ray of light peeks over the horizon pink and bloodying his hair, he is late for his usual morning greeting and he hopes those that wait on him will understand, but Kakashi has no true way of telling other than the saying ‘dead men tell no lies’.
“Yes I am late Obito, don’t look so sullen.”
In the quiet, only the stone can here his words. There is little traffic this early and most have learned to let the copy Nin be, if they do catch him lingering longer than usual. He was as dedicated to the dead as much as the living, if not more so. With the dead he could speak freely and never fear the spider thin strings the living could tug on.
“I had to see Dog, he came close to joining you, all because Iruka is stubborn. Yes thank you Sensei, and which would you have me be, the pot or the kettle. OH!”
A slight discolouration shows on the exposed cheeks. The copy Nin removes his hiate out of respect, and to show his team mate he values the gift still, even if it is a heavy burden to carry, red eye shuts for a moment and a long sigh. Kakashi looks like he is trying to find words.
Birds sing their bright morning songs as Kakashi tracers patterns in the dew on the memorial stone.
“Iruka and I are mated…” Silence, a small gust of wind curling some leaf matter about the stone. “Stop laughing at me you three.” white spikes shake. “You’re all perverts for suggesting that, you know I would never abandon any of you.” The wind picks up and dust dancers with the leaf litter. “Fine!”
Kakashi jutsued into Iruka’s bed room.
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