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Chapter 6
A/N: You are the best readers ever and I'm the suckiest author ever! DDDD: Time has totally been playing hide-and-seek with me and it got my brain to join in on the game too! ANYWAY! Someone suggested that maybe I could send e-mails about updates since they aren't very frequent =.= *slaps self!* and I thought it was a great idea! The LEAST I can do for you guys (other than writing of course, lol!) so if you want e-mail notifications on updates, just tell me so in a comment (and make sure I'll get your e-mail then too, lol).
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A full day at home, sick and with the infamous copy-nin had sounded like a pure nightmare at first. Having been pushed back in his couch Iruka had seen various visions flicker through his mind of Kakashi running around with one or two of Jiraya’s damn books, making a mess out of everything and completely wearing out his already thin patience. Amazingly enough, the day had turned out fairly endurable. There had of course been that little mishap in the kitchen with some burnt stir-fry, but once he’d assured the taller man that soup was fine, he’d even managed to get some digestible food from the other. In a corner of his mind the chuunin had to admit to himself that Kakashi had grown a bit in his view today, even if he never would approve of those damn books of his. He was somehow starting to admire something about the man’s sloppiness though, but maybe that was just the rising fever speaking. The high temperature was effectively beginning to mess with his thinking patterns.
“I don’t think you’re going to work tomorrow either,” Kakashi spoke as he set down a plate with crudely cut fruit in front of his fellow ninja. Iruka’s dark eyes barely managed to focus on the offered snack, but he didn’t touch any as he would rather have another blanket than something to eat that he could barely make out what it was anyway.
“I’ll be fine in the morning,” he tried to convince them both, but wasn’t succeeding very well. The jounin just gave him a bored glare, while his own thoughts were lost before he could decide whether he really believed his own statement or not. “That’s apple right? And isn’t this room kind of bright?”
Silence stretched in the room for a while, before Kakashi put the palms of his hands on his knees and pushed up. Tsunade would have his head for not using the crutches, but he didn’t put his weight on the injured foot more than necessary and the drug was beginning to wear out, so the light strain that he’d felt before wasn’t really there anymore (if he just ignored it enough). Besides – he trusted the brace to do its work. Tsunade was probably just nagging at him to be extra cautious as that was her job as a medic.
“Let’s get you into the bed,“ he suggested and started pulling at the bundle of blankets that was currently Iruka. The feverish man complained as his whole body ached with the strain of fighting whatever flue was trying to strike him. There was something about the word bed however that sounded just heavenly and thus he ultimately responded to the tugging at let himself be dragged to his feet. How they actually managed to bare him, he had no idea, but he saw the bed approaching and that was all he needed to forget about the rest.
As he’d stuffed the chuunin into bed, Kakashi couldn’t help but perversely grin at the sight. Had he been a decent man he would of course only have felt sorry for the teacher or maybe let on his worry a little more, but it was long since he’d last considered himself decent. All he could think about was that with that sprawling hair, the blush playing over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose and the light sheen of sweat making the skin glisten – if one just pulled away the puffy covers, Iruka would probably look very much like an Icha Icha cover… sans boobs.
Satisfied with the nice visual, Kakashi limped out of the room with eyes all happily crinkled and fingers itching. Or maybe it would be more on spot to say that it was the foot that itched. The brace sat so ridiculously tight and he greatly missed having his foot free. Even if it’d been unpleasant to see his foot dangling as if it would fall off any second, it was better than feeling like he’d stuck it in a bucket of concrete and forgotten to take it out before the rock-hard mass dried up and solidified.
Glancing over his shoulder, he decided to close the bedroom door not to disturb the sleeping teacher and then he dragged his lean frame towards the bathroom. Fortunately for him, the brace was constructed as such that it could be removed and put on again. He’d seen Tsunade do it when she was to channel chakra into the healing tendon and living up to his name he had of course very discretely copied the procedure down to the slightest detail. He’d be able to remove and replace the brace without the old hag ever even suspecting anything.
With a gleeful grin he locked himself in before seating himself on top of the toilet where he didn’t waste a second to get to work. What hadn’t been part of his calculations however was that a fuming Tsunade was actually on her way to the very apartment he was in, almost as angry as only Jiraya could get her over how he’d sneaked out despite the clear warning about the drug. It was ridiculous that you would have to put guards around one of your own, but next time Kakashi would get hospitalized, he would be so strictly under constant supervision that there couldn’t possibly be any more of these brainless adventures and to be on the safe side she would probably also block a few nerves, immobilizing the perverted escape artist.
Coming up to Iruka’s poor front door, Tsunade was long out of rational thoughts and self-restraint and with almost full force she completely maimed the door before stepping in, instantly sensing Kakashi’s chakra in the bathroom, even though he sure as hell was quick to hide it once he caught on to her murderous aura that swallowed all of the hallway. Ripping the bathroom door off its hinges (the good thing about being hokage was that she would be able to deduct the costs for the damage she caused thanks to Kakashi from the infuriating man’s salary), the busty woman caught Kakashi with his mischievous fingers all caught up in the half-open or maybe actually halfway again closed brace. The delicate state of the foot was the only thing that spared him from becoming a permanent part of the wall right then, but Tsunade was sure to grace the idiots with two black eyes, a split lip and a well placed punch in solar plexus. When she was about do the women of the world a favor and go ahead and castrate the pervert while she was at it, a miserable plea from the bedroom stopped her.
“Kakashi, can you please keep it down…?” Iruka’s voice barely made it through his bedroom door and Tsunade surprisingly enough managed to calm in a matter of a second.
“…is he sick?” was the first question, because everyone in the village knew that Iruka was way too loyal to his duties to stay home unless he was just a breath short of passing out or would risk making all his students sick by coming to work.
Kakashi who was glad for the opportunity to save his balls instantly hopped on to the change of subject (not that they had actually been talking before, other than Tsunade yelling profanities at his pleas for mercy). Wiping a trail of blood from the corner of his mouth he looked out through the opening where the bathroom door had been and nodded.
“A really high fever,” he explained to his now temporarily pacified leader. “I doubt he’s going to be back on his feet any time soon.”
As Tsunade stomped out of the room to examine the new patient, Kakashi took a breath of relief and quickly put the brace on properly again, but only after giving his ankle a good scratch. Damn, that woman needed to get laid, but despite the size of her knockers he so didn’t want to be the man to do it. Her temper was just too much for his tastes. He wanted someone he could laugh at when pissed and laughing at an enraged Tsunade was like purchasing a one-way ticket to hell. Hopping on one leg (just in gaze the crazy bitch would spare him another glance), he made it to the bedroom containing the sick teacher and from the amazingly enough intact door he peeked in to watch the examination in process. When he wasn’t busy looking at Iruka’s adorably flushed face, he noted that Tsunade actually looked quite troubled. Maybe he should worry some too?
“I’ll send someone over with medicine,” the medic nin assured grimly and gently patted the brunettes burning shoulder. “You need to rest and a lot of water so you don’t get dehydrated. I know you are feeling very cold, but you need to cool down anyway.“
Iruka whimpered miserably, but nodded obediently nonetheless and let the hokage pull down the cover a little, allowing some of the cooler air work the heat of the fever a bit. On the way out of the room, Tsunade grabbed Kakashi by the ear and tugged hard once before letting go.
“If you’re not a good boy now, then I won’t spare you for the sake of that damn tendon,” she muttered as she passed, then untroubled stepped over the shambles of the door, the high heels of her shoes making crusting sounds against the splinters. After Kakashi had stood there staring into the gaping hole for a couple of minutes, a neighbor walked by, staring back with eyes wide as saucers. There was a brief comment about crazy ninjas not meant to live in houses, but then all was calm as in the eye of a storm again.
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Unbeknownst of the chaos, Genma was called a little later to Tsunade’s office and given a small brown paper bag. Looking up questioningly while accepting it, he saw a feminine hand with its painted nails reach up to rub a temple before the woman explained the nature of this very tiny little “mission”.
“Just run that by to Umino-san, will you please?” she asked of him, phrasing it as a question even though the jounin had no choice. It was an order, only she felt too tired after having been so angry, to boss around. Seating herself, it only took seconds for her hands to find the nearest bottle of sake and serve herself a first cup. “Ouh, and also pass some carpenter and ask them to repair the doors in Umino-san’s apartment. Tell them Hatake-san will pay for it all.”
Mentally Genma was crying and sweating in fear. Tsunade obviously had no idea of how fierce the teacher could be armed with wasabi, but then again, Tsunade’s fists were rumored to be far fiercer. Seeing doom at every exit, Genma exited the hokage office with his head hanging in defeat. He could only pray that Iruka didn’t have even more wasabi laying around or that maybe Kakashi would be around to take the brunt of things if it came to the worst.
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More A/N: Okay, sorry it's a little short!! I would like to know what you think/want to happen in the story. If you can come up with some really crazy idea, I will weave it into a chapter and dedicate it to you! %DD
A full day at home, sick and with the infamous copy-nin had sounded like a pure nightmare at first. Having been pushed back in his couch Iruka had seen various visions flicker through his mind of Kakashi running around with one or two of Jiraya’s damn books, making a mess out of everything and completely wearing out his already thin patience. Amazingly enough, the day had turned out fairly endurable. There had of course been that little mishap in the kitchen with some burnt stir-fry, but once he’d assured the taller man that soup was fine, he’d even managed to get some digestible food from the other. In a corner of his mind the chuunin had to admit to himself that Kakashi had grown a bit in his view today, even if he never would approve of those damn books of his. He was somehow starting to admire something about the man’s sloppiness though, but maybe that was just the rising fever speaking. The high temperature was effectively beginning to mess with his thinking patterns.
“I don’t think you’re going to work tomorrow either,” Kakashi spoke as he set down a plate with crudely cut fruit in front of his fellow ninja. Iruka’s dark eyes barely managed to focus on the offered snack, but he didn’t touch any as he would rather have another blanket than something to eat that he could barely make out what it was anyway.
“I’ll be fine in the morning,” he tried to convince them both, but wasn’t succeeding very well. The jounin just gave him a bored glare, while his own thoughts were lost before he could decide whether he really believed his own statement or not. “That’s apple right? And isn’t this room kind of bright?”
Silence stretched in the room for a while, before Kakashi put the palms of his hands on his knees and pushed up. Tsunade would have his head for not using the crutches, but he didn’t put his weight on the injured foot more than necessary and the drug was beginning to wear out, so the light strain that he’d felt before wasn’t really there anymore (if he just ignored it enough). Besides – he trusted the brace to do its work. Tsunade was probably just nagging at him to be extra cautious as that was her job as a medic.
“Let’s get you into the bed,“ he suggested and started pulling at the bundle of blankets that was currently Iruka. The feverish man complained as his whole body ached with the strain of fighting whatever flue was trying to strike him. There was something about the word bed however that sounded just heavenly and thus he ultimately responded to the tugging at let himself be dragged to his feet. How they actually managed to bare him, he had no idea, but he saw the bed approaching and that was all he needed to forget about the rest.
As he’d stuffed the chuunin into bed, Kakashi couldn’t help but perversely grin at the sight. Had he been a decent man he would of course only have felt sorry for the teacher or maybe let on his worry a little more, but it was long since he’d last considered himself decent. All he could think about was that with that sprawling hair, the blush playing over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose and the light sheen of sweat making the skin glisten – if one just pulled away the puffy covers, Iruka would probably look very much like an Icha Icha cover… sans boobs.
Satisfied with the nice visual, Kakashi limped out of the room with eyes all happily crinkled and fingers itching. Or maybe it would be more on spot to say that it was the foot that itched. The brace sat so ridiculously tight and he greatly missed having his foot free. Even if it’d been unpleasant to see his foot dangling as if it would fall off any second, it was better than feeling like he’d stuck it in a bucket of concrete and forgotten to take it out before the rock-hard mass dried up and solidified.
Glancing over his shoulder, he decided to close the bedroom door not to disturb the sleeping teacher and then he dragged his lean frame towards the bathroom. Fortunately for him, the brace was constructed as such that it could be removed and put on again. He’d seen Tsunade do it when she was to channel chakra into the healing tendon and living up to his name he had of course very discretely copied the procedure down to the slightest detail. He’d be able to remove and replace the brace without the old hag ever even suspecting anything.
With a gleeful grin he locked himself in before seating himself on top of the toilet where he didn’t waste a second to get to work. What hadn’t been part of his calculations however was that a fuming Tsunade was actually on her way to the very apartment he was in, almost as angry as only Jiraya could get her over how he’d sneaked out despite the clear warning about the drug. It was ridiculous that you would have to put guards around one of your own, but next time Kakashi would get hospitalized, he would be so strictly under constant supervision that there couldn’t possibly be any more of these brainless adventures and to be on the safe side she would probably also block a few nerves, immobilizing the perverted escape artist.
Coming up to Iruka’s poor front door, Tsunade was long out of rational thoughts and self-restraint and with almost full force she completely maimed the door before stepping in, instantly sensing Kakashi’s chakra in the bathroom, even though he sure as hell was quick to hide it once he caught on to her murderous aura that swallowed all of the hallway. Ripping the bathroom door off its hinges (the good thing about being hokage was that she would be able to deduct the costs for the damage she caused thanks to Kakashi from the infuriating man’s salary), the busty woman caught Kakashi with his mischievous fingers all caught up in the half-open or maybe actually halfway again closed brace. The delicate state of the foot was the only thing that spared him from becoming a permanent part of the wall right then, but Tsunade was sure to grace the idiots with two black eyes, a split lip and a well placed punch in solar plexus. When she was about do the women of the world a favor and go ahead and castrate the pervert while she was at it, a miserable plea from the bedroom stopped her.
“Kakashi, can you please keep it down…?” Iruka’s voice barely made it through his bedroom door and Tsunade surprisingly enough managed to calm in a matter of a second.
“…is he sick?” was the first question, because everyone in the village knew that Iruka was way too loyal to his duties to stay home unless he was just a breath short of passing out or would risk making all his students sick by coming to work.
Kakashi who was glad for the opportunity to save his balls instantly hopped on to the change of subject (not that they had actually been talking before, other than Tsunade yelling profanities at his pleas for mercy). Wiping a trail of blood from the corner of his mouth he looked out through the opening where the bathroom door had been and nodded.
“A really high fever,” he explained to his now temporarily pacified leader. “I doubt he’s going to be back on his feet any time soon.”
As Tsunade stomped out of the room to examine the new patient, Kakashi took a breath of relief and quickly put the brace on properly again, but only after giving his ankle a good scratch. Damn, that woman needed to get laid, but despite the size of her knockers he so didn’t want to be the man to do it. Her temper was just too much for his tastes. He wanted someone he could laugh at when pissed and laughing at an enraged Tsunade was like purchasing a one-way ticket to hell. Hopping on one leg (just in gaze the crazy bitch would spare him another glance), he made it to the bedroom containing the sick teacher and from the amazingly enough intact door he peeked in to watch the examination in process. When he wasn’t busy looking at Iruka’s adorably flushed face, he noted that Tsunade actually looked quite troubled. Maybe he should worry some too?
“I’ll send someone over with medicine,” the medic nin assured grimly and gently patted the brunettes burning shoulder. “You need to rest and a lot of water so you don’t get dehydrated. I know you are feeling very cold, but you need to cool down anyway.“
Iruka whimpered miserably, but nodded obediently nonetheless and let the hokage pull down the cover a little, allowing some of the cooler air work the heat of the fever a bit. On the way out of the room, Tsunade grabbed Kakashi by the ear and tugged hard once before letting go.
“If you’re not a good boy now, then I won’t spare you for the sake of that damn tendon,” she muttered as she passed, then untroubled stepped over the shambles of the door, the high heels of her shoes making crusting sounds against the splinters. After Kakashi had stood there staring into the gaping hole for a couple of minutes, a neighbor walked by, staring back with eyes wide as saucers. There was a brief comment about crazy ninjas not meant to live in houses, but then all was calm as in the eye of a storm again.
Unbeknownst of the chaos, Genma was called a little later to Tsunade’s office and given a small brown paper bag. Looking up questioningly while accepting it, he saw a feminine hand with its painted nails reach up to rub a temple before the woman explained the nature of this very tiny little “mission”.
“Just run that by to Umino-san, will you please?” she asked of him, phrasing it as a question even though the jounin had no choice. It was an order, only she felt too tired after having been so angry, to boss around. Seating herself, it only took seconds for her hands to find the nearest bottle of sake and serve herself a first cup. “Ouh, and also pass some carpenter and ask them to repair the doors in Umino-san’s apartment. Tell them Hatake-san will pay for it all.”
Mentally Genma was crying and sweating in fear. Tsunade obviously had no idea of how fierce the teacher could be armed with wasabi, but then again, Tsunade’s fists were rumored to be far fiercer. Seeing doom at every exit, Genma exited the hokage office with his head hanging in defeat. He could only pray that Iruka didn’t have even more wasabi laying around or that maybe Kakashi would be around to take the brunt of things if it came to the worst.
More A/N: Okay, sorry it's a little short!! I would like to know what you think/want to happen in the story. If you can come up with some really crazy idea, I will weave it into a chapter and dedicate it to you! %DD