The Trick Is Not Minding
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Adult ++
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The following story is a work of fan fiction. The author does not own Naruto or its characters and is not making any money off of this work. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto-sama. I do, however own my original character Kuroshin Aoshi.
Chapter Nine
A/N Thanks for the reviews faithful readers. I'm not sure about this chapter, let me know what you think!
Chapter Nine
Kuroshin Aoshi was not a patient man. His normal approach to life was to just take what he wanted and be done with it. It was a method that had served him well in the past. So why was he lurking around the market, eavesdropping on conversations, staying in the shadows and masking his chakra? It’s the bitch’s fault, he decided with a scowl, if he hadn’t passed out on me this would be finished and I’d be so gone from here.
When Kakashi had passed out the game had lost its sparkle, so Aoshi had decided to go home, clean up, and have a bite to eat before going back to resume his play. As he approached his apartment he spotted a pair of ANBU at his door and quickly ducked out of sight. Sneaking closer he heard them talking with the building manager and realized they were planning on arresting him. “What did you do pet?” he hissed, and he turned and raced back to Kakashi’s to question him. I bet it was that touchy-feely teacher, he thought, I think he needs to learn a lesson as well.
Just a few minutes later he slipped into Kakashi’s apartment . . . Kakashi’s empty apartment. Someone had taken his pet, he concluded, he couldn’t possibly have gone anywhere on his own. He quickly scanned the apartment for any signs of who had been there and just what had occurred, but the only chakra signatures he could sense were his and Kakashi’s. Aoshi’s anger began to bubble, the copy-nin was his, and nobody took what was his. Someone was going to learn a hard lesson. But first, he thought, visibly reigning in his rage, I have to find my willful wandering bitch and remind him just who his master is.
Since then Aoshi had been trying, and failing, to locate either Kakashi or Iruka. The copy-nin wasn’t in the hospital, or the morgue. The chuunin hadn’t shown up at the academy or the mission desk. So now this very impatient man was restlessly skulking around town, waiting for the one tidbit of information that would stop his idle drifting. Several times a day he situated himself close to some of the village’s prime gossips, listening avidly for any mention of the copy-nin, the teacher or himself. Thus far he’d had no luck. He briefly contemplated abandoning his quest and getting out of town while he still could . . .but his pride was bruised and, even though it was the safer and smarter course, he just couldn’t let his pet get away with this level of disobedience.
He roused himself from his musings when he heard the voice of one of the village’s biggest gossips just on the other side of the stand. “Hey Raidou, wait up.” Genma called, “I just got the most horrible news, we need to go drink heavily so I can forget.” He slung an arm around his friend’s shoulder and held the other up to his head dramatically. “Our Iruka is a man.” he wailed. “What are you prattling on about?” Raidou pressed. “I just jutsu’d into Iruka’s apartment, I know he’s supposed to be on a mission, but he never takes missions during the school year so it seemed fishy, ya know? Anyway, I jumped right into his kitchen, almost took a kunai to the throat by the way, the kid’s got good reflexes, anyway . . . who should come rushing out of Iruka’s bedroom, wearing Iruka’s clothes and ready to defend his honor?” “Genma slow down and take a deep breath, and slowly tell me what you’re talking about.” “Raidou, you can’t imagine, I just never thought, I don’t think Iruka’s even been on a date before, and he just came bursting out of the bedroom like he belonged there.” Genma’s voice rose to a plaintive wail, “I never even got a chance to make a play for him and now he’s . . . taken.” Raidou tried to force his friend back to the part he wanted to hear about “Who was in Iruka’s bedroom? Just spit it out man, you’re driving me crazy!” “Mr. Too-cool-and-mysterious himself, sharingan Kakashi, that’s who! With his ‘should I kill him Iruka?’ thinks he’s so smart.” Genma continued to mutter inconsolably as the pair moved towards the nearest bar where he could drown his sorrows.
Finally, Aoshi thought, I should have known they’d be together. Well, that makes things easy. Out with the old and in with the new, all in one stroke. Oh pet, you’re going to wish he hadn’t helped you. He smiled widely under dead eyes and strolled off to plan his farewell to the copy-nin and Konoha.
The sunlight streamed through the tall windows of Iruka’s living room in late afternoon, making it the perfect place to curl up with a good book, something the teacher normally didn’t have time for. Since he was on a forced vacation, he figured he might as well indulge. He was so caught up in his novel he didn’t notice when the copy-nin silently appeared at the bedroom door. He stood and watched the chuunin for a few moments, turning their conversation over in his mind. I really need to tell him, he needs to know how much trouble this will cause him. He said he wouldn’t think less of me . . . maybe it would be better if he did . . . Kakashi’s thoughts trailed off, this was the first time he’d just spent time with someone since he was a small child, and the first time someone had been kind to him since his sensei died and he joined ANBU . . .”Iruka, can I tell you a story?”
The teacher put down his book and turned his full attention on the copy-nin. “Of course, I’d love to hear anything you have to say. Come sit with me and tell me a tale.” he said with a smile and a flourish of his arm. Kakashi looked deep into his chocolate eyes and bit his lip under his mask. “It’s not a very pretty story,” he hesitantly began. “It’s okay,” the chuunin said, and he pulled the older man into another gentle embrace, “just say whatever you need to say, I’m here to listen, it will be alright.”
The copy-nin took a deep breath, weighing his decision to trust yet again. His shoulders slumped in defeat, he was sure he’d be rejected after this and he was loathe to give up the small spark of warmth he’d found. “When I was eight my father killed himself. I found him . . . too late. I lived with sensei until he died . . . and then I had no one, so I joined ANBU. I was only sixteen, but we had lost so many and I was very strong. On my first mission I was paired with Aoshi. He was older and had been in ANBU for several years. He was strong and handsome and he paid attention to me,” here Kakashi paused and took a deep shuddering breath before continuing in a soft emotionless whisper “and I liked it. We stopped for the night and he took first watch. I woke up naked and bound, face down in the dirt. It was scary, but exciting. Then he took me . . . and I enjoyed it, even the pain . . .especially the pain.” Iruka strained to hear the last few words, the jounin’s voice a vaguely sketched whisper. “Then he branded me with his name, he knew I wouldn’t want anyone to know. Besides, no one else wanted me anyway, so from then on I was just his.” The jounin stood and paced, taking refuge from his thoughts in the motion. After a long silence he continued “We’ve been together for fifteen years . . . I haven’t liked it for a long time. The night you found me . . . I thought he was going to kill me, and I was surprised to find I didn’t want to die.”
“You’re the first person who’s ever known, and I really wish you didn’t, but since you do you need to know it all. Aoshi isn’t sane, he hasn’t been for a very long time . . . and he’ll punish you for helping me. You don’t want that,” he finished soberly “no one would. So you should just let me leave now and maybe you won’t end up on his bad side . . . it’s really bad, trust me, you don’t want to go there . . . I don’t want you to go there. Just . . . don’t try to help me anymore, okay?”
Iruka’s heart broke as he listened to the copy-nin’s story. He had suffered so much, he was so alone, the teacher wanted nothing more than to swoop in like an avenging angel and rescue his precious person from this torment. He was so incensed that he didn’t stop to think about what he was going to say. “Don’t worry ‘kashi, you’re mine, and I’ll protect you.”
The copy-nin grew rigid, then slumped where he stood. He had thought the teacher was different, but he was just waiting to stake his claim. ‘Mine’ . . . he knew what that meant, and he didn’t want it, not anymore. “I thought you were different” he spat out before he turned and fled to the bedroom.
Iruka sat on the couch, reeling, not sure what he’d said or where it all had gone wrong. He desperately hoped he would figure it out soon so he could fix it though, because right now he felt like the world’s biggest idiot.
Chapter Nine
Kuroshin Aoshi was not a patient man. His normal approach to life was to just take what he wanted and be done with it. It was a method that had served him well in the past. So why was he lurking around the market, eavesdropping on conversations, staying in the shadows and masking his chakra? It’s the bitch’s fault, he decided with a scowl, if he hadn’t passed out on me this would be finished and I’d be so gone from here.
When Kakashi had passed out the game had lost its sparkle, so Aoshi had decided to go home, clean up, and have a bite to eat before going back to resume his play. As he approached his apartment he spotted a pair of ANBU at his door and quickly ducked out of sight. Sneaking closer he heard them talking with the building manager and realized they were planning on arresting him. “What did you do pet?” he hissed, and he turned and raced back to Kakashi’s to question him. I bet it was that touchy-feely teacher, he thought, I think he needs to learn a lesson as well.
Just a few minutes later he slipped into Kakashi’s apartment . . . Kakashi’s empty apartment. Someone had taken his pet, he concluded, he couldn’t possibly have gone anywhere on his own. He quickly scanned the apartment for any signs of who had been there and just what had occurred, but the only chakra signatures he could sense were his and Kakashi’s. Aoshi’s anger began to bubble, the copy-nin was his, and nobody took what was his. Someone was going to learn a hard lesson. But first, he thought, visibly reigning in his rage, I have to find my willful wandering bitch and remind him just who his master is.
Since then Aoshi had been trying, and failing, to locate either Kakashi or Iruka. The copy-nin wasn’t in the hospital, or the morgue. The chuunin hadn’t shown up at the academy or the mission desk. So now this very impatient man was restlessly skulking around town, waiting for the one tidbit of information that would stop his idle drifting. Several times a day he situated himself close to some of the village’s prime gossips, listening avidly for any mention of the copy-nin, the teacher or himself. Thus far he’d had no luck. He briefly contemplated abandoning his quest and getting out of town while he still could . . .but his pride was bruised and, even though it was the safer and smarter course, he just couldn’t let his pet get away with this level of disobedience.
He roused himself from his musings when he heard the voice of one of the village’s biggest gossips just on the other side of the stand. “Hey Raidou, wait up.” Genma called, “I just got the most horrible news, we need to go drink heavily so I can forget.” He slung an arm around his friend’s shoulder and held the other up to his head dramatically. “Our Iruka is a man.” he wailed. “What are you prattling on about?” Raidou pressed. “I just jutsu’d into Iruka’s apartment, I know he’s supposed to be on a mission, but he never takes missions during the school year so it seemed fishy, ya know? Anyway, I jumped right into his kitchen, almost took a kunai to the throat by the way, the kid’s got good reflexes, anyway . . . who should come rushing out of Iruka’s bedroom, wearing Iruka’s clothes and ready to defend his honor?” “Genma slow down and take a deep breath, and slowly tell me what you’re talking about.” “Raidou, you can’t imagine, I just never thought, I don’t think Iruka’s even been on a date before, and he just came bursting out of the bedroom like he belonged there.” Genma’s voice rose to a plaintive wail, “I never even got a chance to make a play for him and now he’s . . . taken.” Raidou tried to force his friend back to the part he wanted to hear about “Who was in Iruka’s bedroom? Just spit it out man, you’re driving me crazy!” “Mr. Too-cool-and-mysterious himself, sharingan Kakashi, that’s who! With his ‘should I kill him Iruka?’ thinks he’s so smart.” Genma continued to mutter inconsolably as the pair moved towards the nearest bar where he could drown his sorrows.
Finally, Aoshi thought, I should have known they’d be together. Well, that makes things easy. Out with the old and in with the new, all in one stroke. Oh pet, you’re going to wish he hadn’t helped you. He smiled widely under dead eyes and strolled off to plan his farewell to the copy-nin and Konoha.
The sunlight streamed through the tall windows of Iruka’s living room in late afternoon, making it the perfect place to curl up with a good book, something the teacher normally didn’t have time for. Since he was on a forced vacation, he figured he might as well indulge. He was so caught up in his novel he didn’t notice when the copy-nin silently appeared at the bedroom door. He stood and watched the chuunin for a few moments, turning their conversation over in his mind. I really need to tell him, he needs to know how much trouble this will cause him. He said he wouldn’t think less of me . . . maybe it would be better if he did . . . Kakashi’s thoughts trailed off, this was the first time he’d just spent time with someone since he was a small child, and the first time someone had been kind to him since his sensei died and he joined ANBU . . .”Iruka, can I tell you a story?”
The teacher put down his book and turned his full attention on the copy-nin. “Of course, I’d love to hear anything you have to say. Come sit with me and tell me a tale.” he said with a smile and a flourish of his arm. Kakashi looked deep into his chocolate eyes and bit his lip under his mask. “It’s not a very pretty story,” he hesitantly began. “It’s okay,” the chuunin said, and he pulled the older man into another gentle embrace, “just say whatever you need to say, I’m here to listen, it will be alright.”
The copy-nin took a deep breath, weighing his decision to trust yet again. His shoulders slumped in defeat, he was sure he’d be rejected after this and he was loathe to give up the small spark of warmth he’d found. “When I was eight my father killed himself. I found him . . . too late. I lived with sensei until he died . . . and then I had no one, so I joined ANBU. I was only sixteen, but we had lost so many and I was very strong. On my first mission I was paired with Aoshi. He was older and had been in ANBU for several years. He was strong and handsome and he paid attention to me,” here Kakashi paused and took a deep shuddering breath before continuing in a soft emotionless whisper “and I liked it. We stopped for the night and he took first watch. I woke up naked and bound, face down in the dirt. It was scary, but exciting. Then he took me . . . and I enjoyed it, even the pain . . .especially the pain.” Iruka strained to hear the last few words, the jounin’s voice a vaguely sketched whisper. “Then he branded me with his name, he knew I wouldn’t want anyone to know. Besides, no one else wanted me anyway, so from then on I was just his.” The jounin stood and paced, taking refuge from his thoughts in the motion. After a long silence he continued “We’ve been together for fifteen years . . . I haven’t liked it for a long time. The night you found me . . . I thought he was going to kill me, and I was surprised to find I didn’t want to die.”
“You’re the first person who’s ever known, and I really wish you didn’t, but since you do you need to know it all. Aoshi isn’t sane, he hasn’t been for a very long time . . . and he’ll punish you for helping me. You don’t want that,” he finished soberly “no one would. So you should just let me leave now and maybe you won’t end up on his bad side . . . it’s really bad, trust me, you don’t want to go there . . . I don’t want you to go there. Just . . . don’t try to help me anymore, okay?”
Iruka’s heart broke as he listened to the copy-nin’s story. He had suffered so much, he was so alone, the teacher wanted nothing more than to swoop in like an avenging angel and rescue his precious person from this torment. He was so incensed that he didn’t stop to think about what he was going to say. “Don’t worry ‘kashi, you’re mine, and I’ll protect you.”
The copy-nin grew rigid, then slumped where he stood. He had thought the teacher was different, but he was just waiting to stake his claim. ‘Mine’ . . . he knew what that meant, and he didn’t want it, not anymore. “I thought you were different” he spat out before he turned and fled to the bedroom.
Iruka sat on the couch, reeling, not sure what he’d said or where it all had gone wrong. He desperately hoped he would figure it out soon so he could fix it though, because right now he felt like the world’s biggest idiot.