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Chapter Seventy-Nine
A/N I was so happy to have gotten 20,000 hits here on this pairing I posted an extra chapter yesterday in celebration . . . only I forgot the author's note so here it is (grins sheepishly) yeah 20,000 hits for Kakashi & Ibiki!
Chapter Seventy-Nine
It was already dusk by the time Kakashi raced to the market, intent on grabbing something easy for dinner and getting home before Ibiki. He was pulled out of his reverie by a hand on his arm and a rough voice, “Oi, Hatake, what's this I hear about you retiring?”
“That's right, I had to retire from active duty . . . I lost a kidney.” the copy-nin replied tightly, his eye flicking from face to face in the small group of elite jounin. Aoba, Iwashi and Ebisu-sensei, great, just what I needed, he thought with a groan.
“So what are you doing with yourself then?” the tutor's haughty voice inquired.
“I'm opening a rare and exotic book dealer's.” the silver-haired man responded cheerily.
“Isn't that a little . . . you know,” Iwashi chimed in, voice dropping to a whisper as he continued, “gay.”
“Excuse me?” the copy-nin replied, more confused as to how they made such a deduction than anything else.
“Oh don't worry Hatake.” Aoba added with a hearty laugh, “We know you're not one of them . . . it's just an odd choice, that's all.”
“I see.” Kakashi declared coldly, “What would have been a good choice?”
“I didn't mean anything by it.” Aoba stammered in response, “It's just a little . . . soft, for someone with your reputation.”
“My reputation?” a livid copy-nin hissed, “What does that have to do with anything?”
“You're at the top of the Bingo Book.” Ebisu explained, “Your ranking would drop like a stone if people thought you were like that.”
“Like what?” the silver-haired nin reiterated with feigned cheeriness.
“A sodomite . . . like our 'illustrious' Hokage.” the tutor sneered, “Hell, I don't understand why they ever even considered such a weak, worthless excuse for a ninja, he never even made it past chuunin. Why on earth did they pass you over Hatake?”
“I'm a sodomite.” he ground out, smiling inside when the three other nin fell back in fright.
“That isn't funny.” Ebisu hissed angrily, “It's disgusting . . . I can't believe even you would joke about such a thing.”
“Who says I'm joking?” Kakashi growled, “Haven't you heard, I live with Morino Ibiki, it's hardly a secret.”
“I know you don't worry about your own reputation . . . but I'd be careful with the way I bandy other's about. I'm sure Morino-san would be pissed to hear you disrespecting him like that.” the pompous tutor warned, “You're not beyond retaliation, you know.”
“He won't care.” the copy-nin retorted confidently, “He loves me.”
“Good one Hatake.” Aoba managed between snorts of laughter, “Morino Ibiki loves you . . . I bet he calls you his widdle snookie-ookums, too.”
“No, usually he just calls me sweetheart.” Kakashi declared with a shrug, “I guess he couldn't come up with something quite that girly.”
“I don't know what kind of game you think you're playing Hatake-san,” Ebisu interjected stiffly, “but I, for one, am not going to stand for it. If you do not stop disrespecting Morino-san I will have to report your behavior to him.”
“Be my guest.” the copy-nin assented with a smile.
“You think I'm too afraid of you to back my words up, don't you?” the elite tutor hissed, “I'm not afraid of you Hatake, and I'm going to prove it.” He turned on his heel and marched off toward headquarters, Kakashi gleefully in tow, while the other jounin followed at a safe distance.
“I need to see Morino-san, please.” Ebisu stated stiffly, crossing his arms over his chest and tapping his foot impatiently while he waited for the interrogator to be summoned.
“What seems to be the problem here?” Ibiki grumbled when he finally appeared, obviously straight from talking with one of his 'guests'. “Why did you need to see me in particular, Ebisu? I'm kind of busy right now.”
“I'm afraid that would be my fault.” the copy-nin added gleefully.
“Hatake-san said horrible, disrespectful things about you Morino-san . . . I did not think you, of all people, would want your reputation besmirched.” the tutor said with a sniff, pushing his glasses more firmly onto his face before continuing, “I brought him here so you could exact punishment for his transgression.”
“Sweetheart,” the scarred man questioned worriedly, “are you alright?”
“I'm fine . . . Ebisu and those two,” the copy-nin declared with a jerk of his thumb towards the hapless followers, “are just idiots.”
“What did they say to you?” Ibiki growled menacingly.
“It really doesn't matter what they said to me.” Kakashi husked, “However, they did refer to the Rokudaime as a sodomite who wasn't fit to hold the office . . . you might want to have a little talk with them about that.”
“Damn . . . I was trying to make it home in time for dinner.” the interrogator swore.
“It's okay, I was just on my way to the market when I ran into these three.” the copy-nin chuckled, “I'll just hold dinner till you get home.”
“Are you sure?” the scared man questioned worriedly, “You don't have to wait for me.”
“Oh, but I want to.” came the erotic whisper, “We have celebrating to do, after all.”
“Shit.” Aoba exclaimed, “We are in so much trouble.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Iwashi whispered.
“Look at them . . . and Morino really did call him sweetheart. Hatake wasn't lying.” Aoba whispered back.
Ebisu watched the proceedings with an increasingly scandalized expression, finally interrupting the couple with a loud bellow. “Enough, this isn't funny. I don't know what kind of game you two think you're playing, but I, for one, am not going to stand for it. I demand you treat Hatake-san's disrespectful attitude seriously . . . after all, he's a civilian now, and he has to start following rules. The days of getting a free pass based on his reputation are over.”
“Kiss me.” the copy-nin muttered.
“What?” came the startled reply.
“He's not listening to us. Maybe seeing will be believing.” the silver haired man retorted impishly, “So kiss me.” he yanked down his mask, and licked his lips, locking his gaze with passion-filled onyx orbs as his mouth was captured in a deep, ravenous kiss.
The lanky copy-nin melted against his lover's larger form, letting out a throaty moan when massive hands wrapped in soft silver strands and the scarred man took control of the kiss. Eventually the need for air drove them apart and they both blinked in surprise at the sight of a nearly purple Ebisu hovering inches away.
The tutor was trembling with rage, fists clenched tightly at his side. “That was disgusting.” he spat, “I can't believe the two of you . . . and don't try to feed me some half-assed story about how much you like it either, Hatake, I can see through your bull. If you like it so much, how come you aren't even aroused?”
Ibiki swore internally as the copy-nin instantly grew rigid, turning to fix the tutor with a baleful eye. “Unfortunately I suffered an injury which left me unable to perform sexually, therefore I am unable to reciprocate Morino-san's affections.” Kakashi stated coldly, “However, I assure you it does not in any way affect the depth of my feelings for him. I do appreciate your pointing out my inadequacies, though, Ebisu-sensei, obviously they had slipped my mind.”
“'kashi,” the interrogator ventured, “don't listen to that prejudiced shithead.”
“I'm fine 'biki. I need to get to the market before it closes, we can talk when you get home.” the copy-nin remarked absently, although his eye was suspiciously bright.
“Just wait a minute, I'll go with you.” the scarred man offered, but the reclusive jounin had already slipped out into the night.
“Duty.” Ibiki bellowed, and two masked ANBU came running into the room. “Lock these three up . . . I'll question them myself tomorrow.”
“Charges?” Bear asked curiously.
“Treason,” the interrogator growled, “against the Rokudaime. I need to go now . . . I'll fill out the paperwork in the morning.”
“Whatever you say boss.” the ANBU declared with a nod, only to realize the tall man had already vanished.
He reappeared in front of the Hatake house, checking for the copy-nin's chakra before hurrying inside. He finally located his lover in the back corner of the garden, slumped next to the koi pond with his head buried in his hands, sobbing brokenly.
“'kashi, sweetheart, please don't cry.” the scarred man whispered, “Please?”
Kakashi lifted his head and studied the interrogator through red, watery eyes. “I can't do this to you anymore.” he managed thickly, “I'm ruining your reputation for nothing. You need to find a nice girl to settle down with and just forget about me.” He dropped his head, hiding behind his bangs as silent tears continued to flow down his face and drip off his chin.
“It's okay sweetheart.” Ibiki whispered soothingly as he stroked the copy-nin's ragged locks back from his face so he could look into his eye, “Everything is going to work out, please just give it some time.”
Chapter Seventy-Nine
It was already dusk by the time Kakashi raced to the market, intent on grabbing something easy for dinner and getting home before Ibiki. He was pulled out of his reverie by a hand on his arm and a rough voice, “Oi, Hatake, what's this I hear about you retiring?”
“That's right, I had to retire from active duty . . . I lost a kidney.” the copy-nin replied tightly, his eye flicking from face to face in the small group of elite jounin. Aoba, Iwashi and Ebisu-sensei, great, just what I needed, he thought with a groan.
“So what are you doing with yourself then?” the tutor's haughty voice inquired.
“I'm opening a rare and exotic book dealer's.” the silver-haired man responded cheerily.
“Isn't that a little . . . you know,” Iwashi chimed in, voice dropping to a whisper as he continued, “gay.”
“Excuse me?” the copy-nin replied, more confused as to how they made such a deduction than anything else.
“Oh don't worry Hatake.” Aoba added with a hearty laugh, “We know you're not one of them . . . it's just an odd choice, that's all.”
“I see.” Kakashi declared coldly, “What would have been a good choice?”
“I didn't mean anything by it.” Aoba stammered in response, “It's just a little . . . soft, for someone with your reputation.”
“My reputation?” a livid copy-nin hissed, “What does that have to do with anything?”
“You're at the top of the Bingo Book.” Ebisu explained, “Your ranking would drop like a stone if people thought you were like that.”
“Like what?” the silver-haired nin reiterated with feigned cheeriness.
“A sodomite . . . like our 'illustrious' Hokage.” the tutor sneered, “Hell, I don't understand why they ever even considered such a weak, worthless excuse for a ninja, he never even made it past chuunin. Why on earth did they pass you over Hatake?”
“I'm a sodomite.” he ground out, smiling inside when the three other nin fell back in fright.
“That isn't funny.” Ebisu hissed angrily, “It's disgusting . . . I can't believe even you would joke about such a thing.”
“Who says I'm joking?” Kakashi growled, “Haven't you heard, I live with Morino Ibiki, it's hardly a secret.”
“I know you don't worry about your own reputation . . . but I'd be careful with the way I bandy other's about. I'm sure Morino-san would be pissed to hear you disrespecting him like that.” the pompous tutor warned, “You're not beyond retaliation, you know.”
“He won't care.” the copy-nin retorted confidently, “He loves me.”
“Good one Hatake.” Aoba managed between snorts of laughter, “Morino Ibiki loves you . . . I bet he calls you his widdle snookie-ookums, too.”
“No, usually he just calls me sweetheart.” Kakashi declared with a shrug, “I guess he couldn't come up with something quite that girly.”
“I don't know what kind of game you think you're playing Hatake-san,” Ebisu interjected stiffly, “but I, for one, am not going to stand for it. If you do not stop disrespecting Morino-san I will have to report your behavior to him.”
“Be my guest.” the copy-nin assented with a smile.
“You think I'm too afraid of you to back my words up, don't you?” the elite tutor hissed, “I'm not afraid of you Hatake, and I'm going to prove it.” He turned on his heel and marched off toward headquarters, Kakashi gleefully in tow, while the other jounin followed at a safe distance.
“I need to see Morino-san, please.” Ebisu stated stiffly, crossing his arms over his chest and tapping his foot impatiently while he waited for the interrogator to be summoned.
“What seems to be the problem here?” Ibiki grumbled when he finally appeared, obviously straight from talking with one of his 'guests'. “Why did you need to see me in particular, Ebisu? I'm kind of busy right now.”
“I'm afraid that would be my fault.” the copy-nin added gleefully.
“Hatake-san said horrible, disrespectful things about you Morino-san . . . I did not think you, of all people, would want your reputation besmirched.” the tutor said with a sniff, pushing his glasses more firmly onto his face before continuing, “I brought him here so you could exact punishment for his transgression.”
“Sweetheart,” the scarred man questioned worriedly, “are you alright?”
“I'm fine . . . Ebisu and those two,” the copy-nin declared with a jerk of his thumb towards the hapless followers, “are just idiots.”
“What did they say to you?” Ibiki growled menacingly.
“It really doesn't matter what they said to me.” Kakashi husked, “However, they did refer to the Rokudaime as a sodomite who wasn't fit to hold the office . . . you might want to have a little talk with them about that.”
“Damn . . . I was trying to make it home in time for dinner.” the interrogator swore.
“It's okay, I was just on my way to the market when I ran into these three.” the copy-nin chuckled, “I'll just hold dinner till you get home.”
“Are you sure?” the scared man questioned worriedly, “You don't have to wait for me.”
“Oh, but I want to.” came the erotic whisper, “We have celebrating to do, after all.”
“Shit.” Aoba exclaimed, “We are in so much trouble.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Iwashi whispered.
“Look at them . . . and Morino really did call him sweetheart. Hatake wasn't lying.” Aoba whispered back.
Ebisu watched the proceedings with an increasingly scandalized expression, finally interrupting the couple with a loud bellow. “Enough, this isn't funny. I don't know what kind of game you two think you're playing, but I, for one, am not going to stand for it. I demand you treat Hatake-san's disrespectful attitude seriously . . . after all, he's a civilian now, and he has to start following rules. The days of getting a free pass based on his reputation are over.”
“Kiss me.” the copy-nin muttered.
“What?” came the startled reply.
“He's not listening to us. Maybe seeing will be believing.” the silver haired man retorted impishly, “So kiss me.” he yanked down his mask, and licked his lips, locking his gaze with passion-filled onyx orbs as his mouth was captured in a deep, ravenous kiss.
The lanky copy-nin melted against his lover's larger form, letting out a throaty moan when massive hands wrapped in soft silver strands and the scarred man took control of the kiss. Eventually the need for air drove them apart and they both blinked in surprise at the sight of a nearly purple Ebisu hovering inches away.
The tutor was trembling with rage, fists clenched tightly at his side. “That was disgusting.” he spat, “I can't believe the two of you . . . and don't try to feed me some half-assed story about how much you like it either, Hatake, I can see through your bull. If you like it so much, how come you aren't even aroused?”
Ibiki swore internally as the copy-nin instantly grew rigid, turning to fix the tutor with a baleful eye. “Unfortunately I suffered an injury which left me unable to perform sexually, therefore I am unable to reciprocate Morino-san's affections.” Kakashi stated coldly, “However, I assure you it does not in any way affect the depth of my feelings for him. I do appreciate your pointing out my inadequacies, though, Ebisu-sensei, obviously they had slipped my mind.”
“'kashi,” the interrogator ventured, “don't listen to that prejudiced shithead.”
“I'm fine 'biki. I need to get to the market before it closes, we can talk when you get home.” the copy-nin remarked absently, although his eye was suspiciously bright.
“Just wait a minute, I'll go with you.” the scarred man offered, but the reclusive jounin had already slipped out into the night.
“Duty.” Ibiki bellowed, and two masked ANBU came running into the room. “Lock these three up . . . I'll question them myself tomorrow.”
“Charges?” Bear asked curiously.
“Treason,” the interrogator growled, “against the Rokudaime. I need to go now . . . I'll fill out the paperwork in the morning.”
“Whatever you say boss.” the ANBU declared with a nod, only to realize the tall man had already vanished.
He reappeared in front of the Hatake house, checking for the copy-nin's chakra before hurrying inside. He finally located his lover in the back corner of the garden, slumped next to the koi pond with his head buried in his hands, sobbing brokenly.
“'kashi, sweetheart, please don't cry.” the scarred man whispered, “Please?”
Kakashi lifted his head and studied the interrogator through red, watery eyes. “I can't do this to you anymore.” he managed thickly, “I'm ruining your reputation for nothing. You need to find a nice girl to settle down with and just forget about me.” He dropped his head, hiding behind his bangs as silent tears continued to flow down his face and drip off his chin.
“It's okay sweetheart.” Ibiki whispered soothingly as he stroked the copy-nin's ragged locks back from his face so he could look into his eye, “Everything is going to work out, please just give it some time.”