Almost Sucks
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Adult +
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77
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Some miracles
Almost Sucks
by Mashiro
Naruto fandom, series, no spoilers
AU, BOYS LOVE: Naruto x Sasuke, Kakashi x Iruka, Lee x Gaara
first time: June 20th 2008, Friday
second time: January 9th 2009, Friday
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DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the rights to the Naruto series or characters and I make no money writing this. I’m just a fan. This is fan fiction.
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66: Some miracles
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Epilogue 1.1: Kakashi and Iruka
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But Kakashi wouldn’t come out. Iruka sat waiting in the kitchen by the table, guarding his coffee with his hands, and his lover did not return from his talk with his foster child. It made that silly old jealousy inside Iruka itch and he thought of Kakashi once again overwhelmed with feelings because of Sasuke. The boy knew just where to push, didn’t he? Would Iruka ever overwhelm Kakashi with feelings the way Sasuke could? But the silly old itching jealousy was weak this time, like the colors of an old shirt.
Sasuke had gone to the ‘perverted gang leader pedophile’. Yes, Iruka remembered what Kakashi had said that night when he had come to see the apartment not far from this one and the child had come home drugged. Though was the gang leader really a pedophile? Did the term include interest in teenagers or was Sasuke really in no danger? Was the perverted gang leader pedophile just a perverted gang leader and Kakashi just overwhelmed? But that feeling was faded and washed out as well.
The feeling could be found all over Iruka really, as he sat there with the white porcelain and the coffee. It was as if all his color had been used up on the children and their being like children should be. But it was a good faded and washed out feeling, surprisingly, strangely. What had been washed out was not the good things, it was things like worry, anxiety, and incapacity. It felt fitting, in order and on time. Iruka couldn’t remember a time when he had been calmer, stronger and more confident. He liked what had been done this morning. No, even stronger; he loved it. Informing the children of the consequences of their rule breaking had been... It had been Iruka being Iruka, a parent, himself toward both Naruto and Sasuke. ‘You can just be yourself,’ Kakashi had said that morning at Sachiko-baachan’s and today what had seemed so unachievable then had been effortless. For the same reasons he loved his short talk with Sasuke before the boy had left.
Ten minutes had passed since then when Iruka finally decided that if Kakashi wouldn’t come to him, he would come to Kakashi. He washed the cup, dried it and put it back in the cupboard. He threw one last glance at the kitchen to make sure everything was acceptably clean, then walked to the room and knocked. Faded and washed out Iruka didn’t wait for a reply before pressing down the handle and letting the door open.
Kakashi sat on the floor and wiped at his eyes with an arm when Iruka came in. His eyes were glittering, but there was joy on his face; a smile even as he saw Iruka enter.
“Hey,” he whispered softly and waved for Iruka to come closer. There was photo album in his lap that he had closed quickly when the door opened. When Iruka sat down on the floor beside him, Kakashi pulled Iruka’s head to his mouth and kissed his hair.
“Do you want to see some miracles?” he whispered.
“Is that Shikamaru-kun’s?” Iruka frowned. He was not so faded and washed out that he didn’t see a problem with going through other people’s things.
“It’s okay,” Kakashi assured, his voice that same soft whisper. The album cracked softly as it opened, as albums did, and then Iruka saw. Kakashi’s arm snaked around Iruka’s shoulders and it squeezed hard and was warm, warm. While it wasn’t just photos of Sasuke, it was clear that Shikamaru-kun had a preference of where to aim the view finder. But it wasn’t just that it was Sasuke, it was...
“How did he...?” Iruka started whispering, but couldn’t finish. He didn’t know what to say.
“He set up a small remote control and hid the camera,” Kakashi explained. He was still whispering and now Iruka understood why. Too much noise and the magic would be broken, surely. “He disabled the flash and they always had music on so Sasuke didn’t hear. Shikamaru told him, eventually, but Sasuke has no idea that there are this many.”
Kakashi pointed on one photo.
“He’s drunk here,” he said and the amusement danced in his whisper. “He’s drunk in a lot of them, but there are many when he’s sober too.”
He turned the page and there were more of them. Some were artistically blurry here and there and others were clear.
“He looks so...” Iruka tried again, but didn’t manage. He sniffled.
“Yeah,” Kakashi didn’t need full sentences.
Sasuke was smiling. Iruka hadn’t thought about there being so many ways in which you could smile. There were soft smiles, bigger smiles, laughing out loud; there were ones when his head was thrown back. He smiled with just his eyes, with just his mouth or with everything. In some the smile was hidden so well you almost couldn’t decide where it was and in some it was so obvious that you could barely imagine the boy capable of being angry.
Iruka remembered the evening at Sachiko-baachan’s and the laughter heard through the door and found himself wishing that Shikamaru-kun and his hidden camera had been there. But Iruka could imagine now what it must have looked like. He couldn’t stop smiling and his eyes blurred. He shifted against Kakashi, found his mouth and kissed him.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“Thank you,” Kakashi whispered back.
“Everything will be just fine,” Iruka whispered and he knew that it was true.
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by Mashiro
Naruto fandom, series, no spoilers
AU, BOYS LOVE: Naruto x Sasuke, Kakashi x Iruka, Lee x Gaara
first time: June 20th 2008, Friday
second time: January 9th 2009, Friday
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DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the rights to the Naruto series or characters and I make no money writing this. I’m just a fan. This is fan fiction.
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66: Some miracles
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Epilogue 1.1: Kakashi and Iruka
.
.
But Kakashi wouldn’t come out. Iruka sat waiting in the kitchen by the table, guarding his coffee with his hands, and his lover did not return from his talk with his foster child. It made that silly old jealousy inside Iruka itch and he thought of Kakashi once again overwhelmed with feelings because of Sasuke. The boy knew just where to push, didn’t he? Would Iruka ever overwhelm Kakashi with feelings the way Sasuke could? But the silly old itching jealousy was weak this time, like the colors of an old shirt.
Sasuke had gone to the ‘perverted gang leader pedophile’. Yes, Iruka remembered what Kakashi had said that night when he had come to see the apartment not far from this one and the child had come home drugged. Though was the gang leader really a pedophile? Did the term include interest in teenagers or was Sasuke really in no danger? Was the perverted gang leader pedophile just a perverted gang leader and Kakashi just overwhelmed? But that feeling was faded and washed out as well.
The feeling could be found all over Iruka really, as he sat there with the white porcelain and the coffee. It was as if all his color had been used up on the children and their being like children should be. But it was a good faded and washed out feeling, surprisingly, strangely. What had been washed out was not the good things, it was things like worry, anxiety, and incapacity. It felt fitting, in order and on time. Iruka couldn’t remember a time when he had been calmer, stronger and more confident. He liked what had been done this morning. No, even stronger; he loved it. Informing the children of the consequences of their rule breaking had been... It had been Iruka being Iruka, a parent, himself toward both Naruto and Sasuke. ‘You can just be yourself,’ Kakashi had said that morning at Sachiko-baachan’s and today what had seemed so unachievable then had been effortless. For the same reasons he loved his short talk with Sasuke before the boy had left.
Ten minutes had passed since then when Iruka finally decided that if Kakashi wouldn’t come to him, he would come to Kakashi. He washed the cup, dried it and put it back in the cupboard. He threw one last glance at the kitchen to make sure everything was acceptably clean, then walked to the room and knocked. Faded and washed out Iruka didn’t wait for a reply before pressing down the handle and letting the door open.
Kakashi sat on the floor and wiped at his eyes with an arm when Iruka came in. His eyes were glittering, but there was joy on his face; a smile even as he saw Iruka enter.
“Hey,” he whispered softly and waved for Iruka to come closer. There was photo album in his lap that he had closed quickly when the door opened. When Iruka sat down on the floor beside him, Kakashi pulled Iruka’s head to his mouth and kissed his hair.
“Do you want to see some miracles?” he whispered.
“Is that Shikamaru-kun’s?” Iruka frowned. He was not so faded and washed out that he didn’t see a problem with going through other people’s things.
“It’s okay,” Kakashi assured, his voice that same soft whisper. The album cracked softly as it opened, as albums did, and then Iruka saw. Kakashi’s arm snaked around Iruka’s shoulders and it squeezed hard and was warm, warm. While it wasn’t just photos of Sasuke, it was clear that Shikamaru-kun had a preference of where to aim the view finder. But it wasn’t just that it was Sasuke, it was...
“How did he...?” Iruka started whispering, but couldn’t finish. He didn’t know what to say.
“He set up a small remote control and hid the camera,” Kakashi explained. He was still whispering and now Iruka understood why. Too much noise and the magic would be broken, surely. “He disabled the flash and they always had music on so Sasuke didn’t hear. Shikamaru told him, eventually, but Sasuke has no idea that there are this many.”
Kakashi pointed on one photo.
“He’s drunk here,” he said and the amusement danced in his whisper. “He’s drunk in a lot of them, but there are many when he’s sober too.”
He turned the page and there were more of them. Some were artistically blurry here and there and others were clear.
“He looks so...” Iruka tried again, but didn’t manage. He sniffled.
“Yeah,” Kakashi didn’t need full sentences.
Sasuke was smiling. Iruka hadn’t thought about there being so many ways in which you could smile. There were soft smiles, bigger smiles, laughing out loud; there were ones when his head was thrown back. He smiled with just his eyes, with just his mouth or with everything. In some the smile was hidden so well you almost couldn’t decide where it was and in some it was so obvious that you could barely imagine the boy capable of being angry.
Iruka remembered the evening at Sachiko-baachan’s and the laughter heard through the door and found himself wishing that Shikamaru-kun and his hidden camera had been there. But Iruka could imagine now what it must have looked like. He couldn’t stop smiling and his eyes blurred. He shifted against Kakashi, found his mouth and kissed him.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“Thank you,” Kakashi whispered back.
“Everything will be just fine,” Iruka whispered and he knew that it was true.
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