Beware a Kakashi with Dangos

18plusForMe: I try. ^_^
DeidaraClone: Itachi and Kakashi’s got a long, hard road ahead of them.
xxSazzyBabexx: Technically what they were doing was illegal.
IkutoForever: *runs after IkutoForever* Like you didn’t see that coming! It’ll be alright. Eventually.

Sorry, all my stories have become Skyrim orphans. I am still working on them, but releases, as fans of all my work have already notced, will be delayed for at least another month. Or two.

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Kakashi’s ANBU unit was resting on their way home when a bird arrived with a message. The seven of them relaxed by themselves while their captain read the message.

It was a little over a year since Itachi slaughtered his clan and disappeared. Kakashi figured Itachi must be fifteen by now. He still thought about Itachi far more often than was healthy considering he would never see him again. Itachi’s face aged in his mind, becoming sharper, thinner, and even more beautiful. He suppressed a groan thinking of that face contorted in pleasure. He rubbed his scalp, trying to will away the image; now was not the time.

“Uchiha Itachi’s been sighted in this area, we’re being sent to investigate.”

Oh, god, no. Kakashi was in hell. Luckily the ANBU mask hid his expression.

They came upon Itachi in thick trees. He knew they were coming. They could sense a presence, but he was nowhere to be seen. Daylight did not directly penetrate the trees, but there was still adequate light to see. No one saw what hit the man on their right flank. He fell, his life saved by his quick thinking fellow who dove after him.

Kakashi was tense. He knew Itachi’s methods well, but he didn’t know him to pick people off like this. But there was some of his slightly perverse sense of humor in it. He’s toying with them. He’s grown very confident, Kakashi thought.

They all stood absolutely still in the silence. The captain gave a hand single to fan out. As Kakashi landed on another branch, he saw him. Itachi was beautiful. His face was thin and sharp and his eyelashes were just as pronounced hiding his eyes. His long hair was still gathered in a ponytail that mysteriously did not whip around as he moved. He was wearing a black cloak with red clouds. Kakashi did not recognize the symbol and thought it was not Itachi’s style. But how much did he really know about him in the end? The boy he knew would not have . . .

Itachi seemed to move like water or a breeze. He moved out from behind a tree, his body seemingly clinging to the bark, like a snake coiling around the tree. He leapt up and kicked at the captain who was caught unaware. In midair, Itachi launched three kunai to his left, two were deflected, one broke one ANBU’s mask and grazed his neck. Itachi vanished as soon as the captain fell.

The captain was able to attach himself to the tree with his chakra as he fell. Everyone was back up on the branches looking around for their target. One of the ANBU turned toward the others a little stiffly. He took out three kunai. Itachi always used three kunai at once.

“Move!” Kakashi called. The three kunai stuck in the wood where the captain and two others had been standing. This ANBU, obvious under Itachi’s control, crouched elegantly as Itachi would, but wasn’t trying to hide, tempting them to attack one of their own. The way he held his hand behind his back at his belt, ready to pull the weapons he wore there, was so painfully Itachi, that Kakashi froze up completely.

They all focused on the controlled ANBU, waiting for him to attack. Two of them heard something in the leaves behind them, just above them. They turned and saw just eyes staring back through the leaves. The further ANBU shouted, the closer one collapsed. A dozen weapons flew through the bunch of leaves, but they either flew right on through or imbedded into the wood. No blood. Itachi was already gone.

The shout brought Kakashi out of his shock. It was like being in a haunted house, being surrounded by ghosts. Ghosts that could possess them.

The controlled ANBU flung out another trio of kunai. Two hit one man in the back on either side of his spine, between it and each shoulder blade. He went down.

The captain realized what Kakashi already knew, “He’s toying with us.”

Something black flew down toward the ground. They all followed except for the man who had collapsed, the wounded man, and the one under control, the latter being momentarily forgotten in their zeal to catch Itachi.

As the five of them darted downward, one was hit by another barrage, this time of shuriken, from above and other was kicked out of the air from the side. The captain stopped himself on a tree and reversed his course, back up to the man under Itachi’s control. He hit him hard with a fist full of chakra to knock him out of the genjutsu. He came to his senses and followed his captain back to the ground where they believed Itachi was now.

The two hit in the last attack did not join them. There were four of them left. Kakashi had kept his left eye shut, not wanting to use his Sharingan against Itachi, but he opened his eye now, just in time to see Itachi moved in behind them.

“Down!” Itachi flew over two of their heads. Itachi rebounded gracefully off a tree. They all recognized what he was doing when he put a hand to his mouth. They all dove to either side to avoid the Grand Fireball. Itachi was gone again, they all lost sight of him as they looked away from the fire.

Kakashi swung around trying to spot him, but now there were several sources of chakra. Clones, very well made clones that had even amounts of chakra, impossible tell which was the real one.

“He’s made three clones,” Kakashi warned.

It was impossible for Kakashi to keep his eye on all four of them. One got behind him, he turned, but felt another get in behind him again. He turned and heard a whisper right behind his ear. “Kakashi.” Kakashi whirled and was kicked in the diagram. He fell, the wind knocked out of him. Itachi had taken out the one person who could follow his movements.

Two of the others had their swords out. A fog filled the cramped area between trees. They all felt like the distance between them had lengthened. They grew scared and started taking steps backward, really increasing the distance between them. A leaf fell on one man’s head. He looked up. Itachi was standing on the branch above him, upside down, three shuriken in each hand. Itachi swooped on him. The others heard the man’s cry. Then silence.

The captain heard movement and a thump and knew he was alone now in the fog with the fugitive Uchiha. He revolved, trying to catch sight of Itachi. Itachi pounced. The captain didn’t feel anything, but he heard the clang of weapons hitting. He turned to find Kakashi pushing Itachi’s kunai away with his sword. He’d gotten his wind back and found the Uchiha.

Kakashi, perhaps unwisely, was staring through his mask into Itachi’s blazing Sharingan. He didn’t sense the clone attacking the captain from the side until it was too late. The two of them were alone. The fog lifted. They were still pressing their weapons against the other’s.

“Please, Itachi, don’t do this,” Kakashi whispered over their crossed blades.

“And what would you have me do?” Itachi whispered harshly.

Two of the others came to their senses and approached. Itachi shifted and delivered a powerful kick, full of repelling chakra, to Kakashi’s ribs, sending Kakashi flying.

Itachi smirked at the three of them and then his body broke apart into ravens which circled then flew off in all directions.

Kakashi looked around with his Sharingan. Itachi was gone.

They took stock of their teammates and found they were all alive. Kakashi sent a bird off with a request for a medical team.

“Why didn’t he kill any of us? All of us?”

“Because he knew that we would know he could,” Kakashi said, holding a hand to a broken rib. “He was laughing at us, showing us how superior he is to us.”

“Do you recognize the cloak he had on?” the other man asked.

“No. I would have thought he would keep the Uchiha fan. Maybe he’s abandoned it for those red clouds. We can’t move out until the medical team arrives.”

“I’ll go see if there’s water around here.” He left Kakashi and other conscious man to watch over their injured comrades.

Kakashi picked up one of the kunai they recovered from the trees. He tried to feel some remnant of Itachi in the cloth or metal, but there was nothing except the knowledge that Itachi had touched it.

They heard a distance sound of something heavy hit the ground in the direction their comrade went. The other man went to investigate. He didn’t come back.

Kakashi realized he was being baited. If he didn’t move, Itachi would probably approach. He was inclined to make Itachi come to him, but he stood, armed himself, and followed after the other two.

He crept up as cautiously as he could with a broken rib. He found Itachi and his missing comrades. Itachi was staring into the man’s eyes, holding the man firmly in a genjutsu. He sensed Kakashi, looked at him, breaking the genjutsu, the ANBU dropping to the ground. Kakashi still wore his mask, but the brush of white hair gave him away.

“What are you doing?” Kakashi asked.

“How did you find me?”

“Our captain received a message that you were in the area. If he knew more than that, he didn’t tell us.”

“Humph.” Itachi casually reached into his pocket, so casually that Kakashi didn’t tense. He brought out the bird Kakashi had sent requesting a medical team. It looked dead. “I caught this. Yours?”

Kakashi nodded. Itachi stroked the bird’s throat and it seemed to come back from the dead.

“If I can’t learn anything for you, I have no reason to delay him.” Itachi made to release the bird.

“Wait.” Itachi stopped. Kakashi wasn’t even sure why he said that. Itachi stared at him expectantly, but without impatience. “Are you sure they all are still unconscious?”

Itachi looked back over Kakashi’s shoulder to check on the others. “All seven. None will wake up anytime soon.”

“Itachi, can we pretend, just for an hour, that you haven’t changed?”

Itachi’s eyes softened. Kakashi wasn’t sure he was really seeing that. “An hour,” Itachi stated the same hard voice, none of the old softness bleeding in. He looked down at the bird and stroked it again and it went back to sleep.

Kakashi took his mask off and Itachi deactivated his Sharingan. Kakashi cautiously came closer and took Itachi’s smooth cheek in his hand and kissed him. Itachi didn’t taste like tea and dangos anymore. Kakashi almost wept at that. How things have change in one year. But he still kissed the same way.

They were careful as they stripped because they were both aware of Kakashi’s broken rib. Itachi pressed Kakashi against a tree and slowly moved down his body. Even with all that consideration, Itachi licked at the discoloration causing the muscle to ripple and aggravate the bone. Itachi smirked at him before moving further down to take him into his mouth.

Damn, in some ways Itachi never changed. Kakashi put a hand on his hair and Itachi pulled out the red tie to let Kakashi run his fingers through it. He coated Kakashi’s cock with as much saliva as he could then pulled away.

He stood up and pressed his back against another tree. Kakashi took in the sight of Itachi’s beautiful aroused body before he approached him. When he did, he kissed him hard and grabbed Itachi under one knee and pulled his leg up to open him up and thrust into him. It hurt without any better lubrication, but Itachi didn’t protest. Kakashi made love to him while kissing and sucking at his neck. For a moment, Kakashi did forget what Itachi had done.

“Harder, sempai,” Itachi groaned.

The last year melted away. He kissed Itachi’s lips as he ignored his rib and thrust brutally into him. Kakashi cam first, but he was still hard.

Itachi laid him down on the ground and sucked two fingers, coating them as he had Kakashi’s cock, then fingered his former lover. “Haven’t let anyone make love to you?”

“No,” Kakashi said. “No one but you.”

“Me too.”

He removed his fingers and eased into him. It hurt them both, but he took it. Despite the hard ground, Kakashi felt like he was home with his lover again. He wanted Itachi so bad. It hurt to lift his hips to meet Itachi’s thrusts, but he did.

“Damn it, Itachi, I love you so much.” He had a year of emotional turmoil and pent up sexual frustration in him. Itachi was already close and he grabbed Kakashi’s cock and jerked it as he fucked him. He held his own orgasm back until Kakashi tightened up around him and cam. They cam together, both crying out. Itachi collapsed next to Kakashi on the forest floor.

Kakashi pulled Itachi to him to spoon him. “I still love you, my little raven.”

Itachi said nothing. Kakashi couldn’t see the pain in Itachi’s face. I love you, Kakashi. I’m sorry.

Itachi let him enjoy the situation for another ten minutes before getting up. He began dressing.

“It would be better to forget me, Kakashi. We’re enemies now. Pining for me is unhealthy and dangerous. I won’t hold back again when we fight next.”

“I can’t forget you.”

“I can fix that,” Itachi said as he turned around to face his lover, still lying on the ground, with his Sharingan activated.

Kakashi shut his eyes and put up his hand to give him another shield. “No, Itachi. I don’t want to forget you. I love you. I want those memories.”

“You won’t miss them.”

“No.” Kakashi opened his eyes. “Itachi, tell me one thing: why you did what you did, was it my fault?”

Itachi’s eyes looked more human than they had even since just before the slaughter of the Uchiha clan. They were wider and had an emotion: confusion.

“No. You actually helped me keep some sanity during those last few weeks. Or maybe our time together was time I spent outside my mind, away from what I—” Itachi paused. “I never said goodbye properly.” Itachi woke the messenger bird and released it. “Goodbye, Kakashi.”

And he was gone. The next time they would meet would be after the Third’s death; confirmed enemies.

TBC