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Adult ++
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116
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137
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Chapter Ninety-Three
Chapter Ninety-Three
The normally stoic and composed interrogator fought the urge to skip as he left the makeshift council chamber and headed home, excitement coiling in the pit of his stomach as he tried to predict the perfect time to carry out the next step in his plan.
I'll just have to wait until he's home and see how his day went, the scarred man finally decided, it doesn't have to be today. He hurried to the market, humming as he moved from stall to stall, gathering ingredients. Ibiki picked up his pace, practically fleeing through the crowded square as he kept thinking of things he really should have.
By the time he left the market and headed toward home the interrogator was weighed down by bundles and packages. “'kashi, are you home?” he called tentatively, breathing a sigh of relief when his greeting went unanswered. Great, he thought, I have plenty of time to set things up. He turned and headed into the kitchen, nearly jumping out of his skin when Pakkun suddenly appeared in front of him.
“Whatcha doin sonny?” the pug asked suspiciously, “What's all that stuff for?”
“It's a surprise for Kakashi.” Ibiki replied cautiously, “Nothing bad, I swear.”
“I think I should be the judge of that.” the ninken retorted, “I've known him a lot longer than you have.”
“You have to promise not to tell him.” the scarred man cautioned, “I don't want you to ruin it.”
“Just spit it out already.” Pakkun grumbled.
“I'm going to ask him to marry me.” the interrogator mumbled, blushing bright red and intently studying the floor underneath his feet.
“What's that?” came the curious retort, the pug cocking his head quizzically.
“It's like mating for life.” Ibiki finally decided after several minutes thought.
“You mean you want to join the pack?” the ninken growled.
“Yes?” the tall man almost whimpered as the rest of Kakashi's ninken, with the exception of Bull, suddenly appeared around him.
“Where's Bull?” Uuhei barked.
“With the boss and his puppies.” Pakkun explained, “It's a good thing too . . . we need to talk about this without Kakashi butting in.”
“So what's the big deal?” Akane yawned, “I was taking a nap.”
“This one here,” the pug declared, indicating the scarred man with a flip of his paw, “thinks he's going to mate the boss and join the pack.”
“Without even asking us?” Guruko growled, “You can't just barge into our territory bub . . . the brat is ours.”
“I have no intention of taking him away from you.” Ibiki attempted to explain, “I just want to make sure nothing else can force us apart.”
“I don't think he's interested in something like that . . . no offense.” Tomodachi ventured, “Boss doesn't trust humans.”
“He trusts me . . . he told me so.” the interrogator asserted.
“Big deal.” Akane sniffed, “He says lots of things he doesn't mean.”
'He meant this.” the scarred man snapped, “You weren't there, you don't know what you're talking about . . . you're not even human, how can you possibly understand?' he finished angrily.
“It doesn't matter . . .” Pakkun began only to be abruptly cut off.
“You're right.” Ibiki declared, “It doesn't matter. Now get out of here, all of you. I have cooking to do and I don't need a bunch of mangy mutts underfoot while I do it.”
“You need our help.” Tomodachi insisted, “We know the boss better than anyone.”
“Out,” the impassive man declared, “and no put upon puppy dog eyes either . . . they won't work on me. Stop back tomorrow and I'll fix you all some steaks, I just don't have time tonight.”
At the promise of steak Pakkun began chivvying the others into a group, yapping and nipping until the roiling mass of hounds slowly disappeared, protests lingering in the quiet house. Ibiki quickly got to work, dismayed at how much time he had wasted arguing with Kakashi's summons and unsure whether or not he'd finish his preparations before the copy-nin got home.
Thankfully the jounin had Kurenai's twins again that day, and detoured to her house to drop them off, lingering to trade some gossip while the dark-haired woman started dinner before finally realizing the time and hurrying toward his own home as he desperately tried to remember if he had something in the fridge that would do for their meal.
Much to the silver-haired man's surprise, he opened the door to be met by the smell of all of his favorite foods. “I'm home.” he called tentatively.
“Hello sweetheart, I missed you.” Ibiki called as he strode out of the kitchen, giving his lover a lingering kiss before shooing him off. “Go soak while I finish dinner, I put some clothes in the bathhouse for you already.” the interrogator insisted, “Hurry up, I need to get back to the kitchen.”
“What are you up to?” the copy-nin asked suspiciously.
“Just pampering you.” came the truthful response, “Now go get cleaned up.”
Kakashi gratefully headed for the furo, scrubbing himself clean before slipping into the hot water to soak. When he emerged he roughly toweled himself off, admiring the workmanship of the embroidered silk yukata waiting for him as he carefully slipped into it, reveling in the feel of the rich fabric against his sensitive skin.
“Okay, all clean.” he called cheerily as he headed back toward the kitchen . . . only to stop in shock when he reached the lounge, eye drawn by a sea of flickering candles and a mound of beckoning cushions.
“”Make yourself comfortable.” the interrogator called, “I'll be right in with dinner.”
“Okay, what's up?” a suspicious copy-nin demanded when the scarred man finally slipped onto the cushions next to him after making several trips back and forth with various bowls and platters.
“I wanted to make you a special dinner . . . all by myself.” Ibiki declared proudly, “Just relax and enjoy for a change.”
“It's not my birthday.” the silver-haired man continued, “Are you leaving on a mission?”
“No, no, nothing like that.” the scarred man assured him, “Don't think so hard about it, just relax and enjoy.”
“Alright, I trust you.” Kakashi finally decided, much to his lover's glee, “What did you fix?”
“Broiled eggplant and saury, miso soup and okonomiyaki.” the interrogator stated proudly as he lifted the covers to reveal his hard work.
“All my favorites.” the copy-nin whispered, “Thank you 'biki. Seriously though, what's the occasion?”
“I did something today and I'm not sure how you'll feel about it.” the scarred man admitted, “This dinner is supposed to make you more open to what I have to say.”
“Which is?” the lanky jounin asked warily, chopsticks half-way to his mouth.
“I know there's still time left on my year.” Ibiki began slowly, “But I was wondering how I'm doing?”
“I don't plan on leaving you willingly, if that's what you're asking.” Kakashi ventured, “If you're asking me if I love you . . . I'm not sure I know what love is.” he admitted.
“I met with the council today.” the scarred man explained as he pushed the food around on his plate, eyes riveted on his dancing chopsticks so he wouldn't accidentally meet the copy-nin's eyes. “I convinced them to change the marriage laws.”
“I don't understand.” the silver-haired man relied hesitantly, “What are you trying to say?”
“I want to marry you sweetheart . . . let the whole world know you belong to only me.” the interrogator rumbled, “Would you please do me the honor of becoming my husband?”
“I can't.” Kakashi insisted mournfully, “It isn't safe.”
“It's no more dangerous than our living together.” Ibiki insisted, “That seems to be working out.”
“But . . . you haven't thought this through.” the copy-nin retorted stubbornly, “Eventually you'll want to move on, being married would make that awfully hard.”
“Stop it 'kashi . . . if you don't want to marry me just say so.” the scarred man replied sourly, “I'm not going anywhere, don't foist your fears off on me.”
“I do want to marry you . . . very much.” the jounin whispered, “I'm just afraid you'll regret it.”
“Never, I swear.” the interrogator husked as he pulled the younger man into his arms for a soft, loving kiss, burying his fingers in wild silver strands as he tried to convey all the myriad of emotions he felt for his lover in this one, desperate embrace and hoping against hope that he could tip the scales in his favor.
The normally stoic and composed interrogator fought the urge to skip as he left the makeshift council chamber and headed home, excitement coiling in the pit of his stomach as he tried to predict the perfect time to carry out the next step in his plan.
I'll just have to wait until he's home and see how his day went, the scarred man finally decided, it doesn't have to be today. He hurried to the market, humming as he moved from stall to stall, gathering ingredients. Ibiki picked up his pace, practically fleeing through the crowded square as he kept thinking of things he really should have.
By the time he left the market and headed toward home the interrogator was weighed down by bundles and packages. “'kashi, are you home?” he called tentatively, breathing a sigh of relief when his greeting went unanswered. Great, he thought, I have plenty of time to set things up. He turned and headed into the kitchen, nearly jumping out of his skin when Pakkun suddenly appeared in front of him.
“Whatcha doin sonny?” the pug asked suspiciously, “What's all that stuff for?”
“It's a surprise for Kakashi.” Ibiki replied cautiously, “Nothing bad, I swear.”
“I think I should be the judge of that.” the ninken retorted, “I've known him a lot longer than you have.”
“You have to promise not to tell him.” the scarred man cautioned, “I don't want you to ruin it.”
“Just spit it out already.” Pakkun grumbled.
“I'm going to ask him to marry me.” the interrogator mumbled, blushing bright red and intently studying the floor underneath his feet.
“What's that?” came the curious retort, the pug cocking his head quizzically.
“It's like mating for life.” Ibiki finally decided after several minutes thought.
“You mean you want to join the pack?” the ninken growled.
“Yes?” the tall man almost whimpered as the rest of Kakashi's ninken, with the exception of Bull, suddenly appeared around him.
“Where's Bull?” Uuhei barked.
“With the boss and his puppies.” Pakkun explained, “It's a good thing too . . . we need to talk about this without Kakashi butting in.”
“So what's the big deal?” Akane yawned, “I was taking a nap.”
“This one here,” the pug declared, indicating the scarred man with a flip of his paw, “thinks he's going to mate the boss and join the pack.”
“Without even asking us?” Guruko growled, “You can't just barge into our territory bub . . . the brat is ours.”
“I have no intention of taking him away from you.” Ibiki attempted to explain, “I just want to make sure nothing else can force us apart.”
“I don't think he's interested in something like that . . . no offense.” Tomodachi ventured, “Boss doesn't trust humans.”
“He trusts me . . . he told me so.” the interrogator asserted.
“Big deal.” Akane sniffed, “He says lots of things he doesn't mean.”
'He meant this.” the scarred man snapped, “You weren't there, you don't know what you're talking about . . . you're not even human, how can you possibly understand?' he finished angrily.
“It doesn't matter . . .” Pakkun began only to be abruptly cut off.
“You're right.” Ibiki declared, “It doesn't matter. Now get out of here, all of you. I have cooking to do and I don't need a bunch of mangy mutts underfoot while I do it.”
“You need our help.” Tomodachi insisted, “We know the boss better than anyone.”
“Out,” the impassive man declared, “and no put upon puppy dog eyes either . . . they won't work on me. Stop back tomorrow and I'll fix you all some steaks, I just don't have time tonight.”
At the promise of steak Pakkun began chivvying the others into a group, yapping and nipping until the roiling mass of hounds slowly disappeared, protests lingering in the quiet house. Ibiki quickly got to work, dismayed at how much time he had wasted arguing with Kakashi's summons and unsure whether or not he'd finish his preparations before the copy-nin got home.
Thankfully the jounin had Kurenai's twins again that day, and detoured to her house to drop them off, lingering to trade some gossip while the dark-haired woman started dinner before finally realizing the time and hurrying toward his own home as he desperately tried to remember if he had something in the fridge that would do for their meal.
Much to the silver-haired man's surprise, he opened the door to be met by the smell of all of his favorite foods. “I'm home.” he called tentatively.
“Hello sweetheart, I missed you.” Ibiki called as he strode out of the kitchen, giving his lover a lingering kiss before shooing him off. “Go soak while I finish dinner, I put some clothes in the bathhouse for you already.” the interrogator insisted, “Hurry up, I need to get back to the kitchen.”
“What are you up to?” the copy-nin asked suspiciously.
“Just pampering you.” came the truthful response, “Now go get cleaned up.”
Kakashi gratefully headed for the furo, scrubbing himself clean before slipping into the hot water to soak. When he emerged he roughly toweled himself off, admiring the workmanship of the embroidered silk yukata waiting for him as he carefully slipped into it, reveling in the feel of the rich fabric against his sensitive skin.
“Okay, all clean.” he called cheerily as he headed back toward the kitchen . . . only to stop in shock when he reached the lounge, eye drawn by a sea of flickering candles and a mound of beckoning cushions.
“”Make yourself comfortable.” the interrogator called, “I'll be right in with dinner.”
“Okay, what's up?” a suspicious copy-nin demanded when the scarred man finally slipped onto the cushions next to him after making several trips back and forth with various bowls and platters.
“I wanted to make you a special dinner . . . all by myself.” Ibiki declared proudly, “Just relax and enjoy for a change.”
“It's not my birthday.” the silver-haired man continued, “Are you leaving on a mission?”
“No, no, nothing like that.” the scarred man assured him, “Don't think so hard about it, just relax and enjoy.”
“Alright, I trust you.” Kakashi finally decided, much to his lover's glee, “What did you fix?”
“Broiled eggplant and saury, miso soup and okonomiyaki.” the interrogator stated proudly as he lifted the covers to reveal his hard work.
“All my favorites.” the copy-nin whispered, “Thank you 'biki. Seriously though, what's the occasion?”
“I did something today and I'm not sure how you'll feel about it.” the scarred man admitted, “This dinner is supposed to make you more open to what I have to say.”
“Which is?” the lanky jounin asked warily, chopsticks half-way to his mouth.
“I know there's still time left on my year.” Ibiki began slowly, “But I was wondering how I'm doing?”
“I don't plan on leaving you willingly, if that's what you're asking.” Kakashi ventured, “If you're asking me if I love you . . . I'm not sure I know what love is.” he admitted.
“I met with the council today.” the scarred man explained as he pushed the food around on his plate, eyes riveted on his dancing chopsticks so he wouldn't accidentally meet the copy-nin's eyes. “I convinced them to change the marriage laws.”
“I don't understand.” the silver-haired man relied hesitantly, “What are you trying to say?”
“I want to marry you sweetheart . . . let the whole world know you belong to only me.” the interrogator rumbled, “Would you please do me the honor of becoming my husband?”
“I can't.” Kakashi insisted mournfully, “It isn't safe.”
“It's no more dangerous than our living together.” Ibiki insisted, “That seems to be working out.”
“But . . . you haven't thought this through.” the copy-nin retorted stubbornly, “Eventually you'll want to move on, being married would make that awfully hard.”
“Stop it 'kashi . . . if you don't want to marry me just say so.” the scarred man replied sourly, “I'm not going anywhere, don't foist your fears off on me.”
“I do want to marry you . . . very much.” the jounin whispered, “I'm just afraid you'll regret it.”
“Never, I swear.” the interrogator husked as he pulled the younger man into his arms for a soft, loving kiss, burying his fingers in wild silver strands as he tried to convey all the myriad of emotions he felt for his lover in this one, desperate embrace and hoping against hope that he could tip the scales in his favor.