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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult
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7
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Iruka & Kakashi
Hello!
It has been a long while since I last paid any attention to this particular fic, but as I already had this typed out, I thought I might as well post it. This is just another short chapter filled with nothing.
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It was late afternoon when a knock accompanied by a small flare of chakra alerted Ebisu to the fact that someone was on the other side of his apartment door. For a brief moment he hesitated, fearful that perhaps the two horny Chunin from the baths had followed him home; it was, of course a completely unfounded fear. He knew very well who was on the other side of that door based solely on the chakra signature.
“Come in Iruka,” Ebisu called out as he finished cleaning himself up. It wouldn’t do to have Iruka know what he’d been doing not but five minutes prior.
“Ah, Ebisu-san,” Iruka smiled as the bespectacled Jounin came to meet him in the living area, “I’m glad to have caught you at home.”
Ebisu smiled politely, though it might have come off as an arrogant smirk instead (he couldn’t help that his mouth naturally quirked more on the right side), and adjusted his dark glasses. “It’s… nice,” he settled on the adjective, deciding it was adequate, “to see you again so soon Iruka-san,” both had agreed upon their previous encounter, that they could drop the more formal sensei honorific from their names when speaking to one another. “Is there something you needed?”
“Yes, actually, I need a favor.” Ebisu arched an eyebrow at this but waited for the younger man to continue. “I need someone to cover for me today in the records room. I was supposed to finish filing some backlogged reports, but I have twenty parent teacher conferences…” A blush settled across the teachers face; Ebisu wondered at that for a moment. “I’d usually get Izumo or Kotetsu to fill in for me, but I can’t seem to find either one of them.”
“Did you check the onsen?” At Iruka’s confused look the Jounin shook his hand in a never-mind sort of gesture, and decided to agree to the request. At least paperwork would give him something to do, and take his mind off of things for a while.
“Thank-you, Ebisu-san,” Iruka bowed politely before using a transportation jutsu to get to the Academy in time for his first parent teacher meeting of the day.
Paperwork, Ebisu concluded, wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t too taxing; all he had to do was wade through the gargantuan stack of files, reports, scrolls (he was pretty certain he had seen a birthday card in there somewhere), and other various forms, and file them neatly. It wasn’t the most pleasant job he could think of, but then again, it was better than having to deal with Moegi and her legion of rabid yaoi fan-girls (really, the children of their village had absolutely no sense of propriety); the worst he had to worry about was developing a few paper-cuts.
Kakashi was pissed off. Kakashi was very pissed off. Kakashi, was undeniably, irrefutably pissed off, and a pissed off Kakashi, was, as any sane person knew, not a good thing; it was not a good thing at all. It was, in fact, as far from a good thing as it could be; just ask any of Konohagakure’s inhabitants. In fact there were only three other things the villagers (ninja or no) were equally terrified of: One being the Kyuubi (when it was unsealed and rampaging), the next being Ibiki when he was opposite you in an interrogations booth… or sometimes when he was looking at ‘his’ closet, and the last being and enraged Iruka (the way the man could transform into an over protective mother type figure was simply terrifying!).
Taking the copy-nin’s obvious bad mood into account the majority of Konoha’s populace made a point to avoid him, going as far as to loop around the village in order to not cross his path. This was a very good thing, for if anyone-- especially certain sunglasses-wearing, rude (even though he really didn’t try to be), Iruka-monopolizing, Jounin named after a certain fisherman friendly deity-- had crossed him he very well may have taken a page from Uchiha Itachi’s book and set about creating a bloody slaughter to end all bloody slaughters.
To reiterate: Hatake Kakashi was NOT in a good mood.
It had been twice now that he had caught the school teacher, and part time mission-office clerk in Ebisu’s apartment. This time, however, there was a very distinct smell in the air… or at least that’s what Pakkun had said, and the little pug’s nose had never been wrong before.
Kakashi would simply not allow the closet pervert to defile the scarred teacher. That was his job! Just ask any of the many KakaIru shippers out there; Iruka was his, plain and simple. Of course, he would need to get that fact through the chocolate eyed man’s head, but he was certain that wouldn’t be a problem, as there were any number of quality writers out there who would be more than willing to type up a nice piece of KakaIru smut!
For now though, he would settle for making sure Ebisu stayed away from Iruka.
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Decided to combine two short filler chapters. *shrugs*
It has been a long while since I last paid any attention to this particular fic, but as I already had this typed out, I thought I might as well post it. This is just another short chapter filled with nothing.
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It was late afternoon when a knock accompanied by a small flare of chakra alerted Ebisu to the fact that someone was on the other side of his apartment door. For a brief moment he hesitated, fearful that perhaps the two horny Chunin from the baths had followed him home; it was, of course a completely unfounded fear. He knew very well who was on the other side of that door based solely on the chakra signature.
“Come in Iruka,” Ebisu called out as he finished cleaning himself up. It wouldn’t do to have Iruka know what he’d been doing not but five minutes prior.
“Ah, Ebisu-san,” Iruka smiled as the bespectacled Jounin came to meet him in the living area, “I’m glad to have caught you at home.”
Ebisu smiled politely, though it might have come off as an arrogant smirk instead (he couldn’t help that his mouth naturally quirked more on the right side), and adjusted his dark glasses. “It’s… nice,” he settled on the adjective, deciding it was adequate, “to see you again so soon Iruka-san,” both had agreed upon their previous encounter, that they could drop the more formal sensei honorific from their names when speaking to one another. “Is there something you needed?”
“Yes, actually, I need a favor.” Ebisu arched an eyebrow at this but waited for the younger man to continue. “I need someone to cover for me today in the records room. I was supposed to finish filing some backlogged reports, but I have twenty parent teacher conferences…” A blush settled across the teachers face; Ebisu wondered at that for a moment. “I’d usually get Izumo or Kotetsu to fill in for me, but I can’t seem to find either one of them.”
“Did you check the onsen?” At Iruka’s confused look the Jounin shook his hand in a never-mind sort of gesture, and decided to agree to the request. At least paperwork would give him something to do, and take his mind off of things for a while.
“Thank-you, Ebisu-san,” Iruka bowed politely before using a transportation jutsu to get to the Academy in time for his first parent teacher meeting of the day.
Paperwork, Ebisu concluded, wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t too taxing; all he had to do was wade through the gargantuan stack of files, reports, scrolls (he was pretty certain he had seen a birthday card in there somewhere), and other various forms, and file them neatly. It wasn’t the most pleasant job he could think of, but then again, it was better than having to deal with Moegi and her legion of rabid yaoi fan-girls (really, the children of their village had absolutely no sense of propriety); the worst he had to worry about was developing a few paper-cuts.
Kakashi was pissed off. Kakashi was very pissed off. Kakashi, was undeniably, irrefutably pissed off, and a pissed off Kakashi, was, as any sane person knew, not a good thing; it was not a good thing at all. It was, in fact, as far from a good thing as it could be; just ask any of Konohagakure’s inhabitants. In fact there were only three other things the villagers (ninja or no) were equally terrified of: One being the Kyuubi (when it was unsealed and rampaging), the next being Ibiki when he was opposite you in an interrogations booth… or sometimes when he was looking at ‘his’ closet, and the last being and enraged Iruka (the way the man could transform into an over protective mother type figure was simply terrifying!).
Taking the copy-nin’s obvious bad mood into account the majority of Konoha’s populace made a point to avoid him, going as far as to loop around the village in order to not cross his path. This was a very good thing, for if anyone-- especially certain sunglasses-wearing, rude (even though he really didn’t try to be), Iruka-monopolizing, Jounin named after a certain fisherman friendly deity-- had crossed him he very well may have taken a page from Uchiha Itachi’s book and set about creating a bloody slaughter to end all bloody slaughters.
To reiterate: Hatake Kakashi was NOT in a good mood.
It had been twice now that he had caught the school teacher, and part time mission-office clerk in Ebisu’s apartment. This time, however, there was a very distinct smell in the air… or at least that’s what Pakkun had said, and the little pug’s nose had never been wrong before.
Kakashi would simply not allow the closet pervert to defile the scarred teacher. That was his job! Just ask any of the many KakaIru shippers out there; Iruka was his, plain and simple. Of course, he would need to get that fact through the chocolate eyed man’s head, but he was certain that wouldn’t be a problem, as there were any number of quality writers out there who would be more than willing to type up a nice piece of KakaIru smut!
For now though, he would settle for making sure Ebisu stayed away from Iruka.
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Decided to combine two short filler chapters. *shrugs*