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Chapter Ninety-Four
Chapter Ninety-Four
Over the next three weeks Ibiki repeatedly tried to get a commitment out of the elusive jounin, but the copy-nin deftly avoided the entire issue, waking early to slip out to the shop and once again spending long hours in the furo alone. Eventually the stoic interrogator could take no more and decided the time had come to force the issue.
“'kashi, what are you doing today?” he asked idly as they were eating breakfast.
“Kurenai asked me to help her take the twins to the doctor this morning.” the silver-haired man replied quietly, “After that I'll be in the shop . . . why?”
“No reason, just curious.” the interrogator answered easily, “Would you like to have lunch when you finish at the doctor's?”
“I'll stop by your office before I open for the day.” Kakashi finally decided, “I'm not exactly sure what time that will be though.”
“That would be lovely sweetheart.” the scarred man said with a wide smile, “Now I have something to look forward to.” He bent to give the copy-nin a tender kiss, brushing the backs of his fingers over a prominent cheekbone almost wistfully before jutsuing away, leaving the lanky jounin staring pensively at the spot he'd recently occupied.
“Just go ahead and mate with him already.” Bull rumbled from under the kotatsu, “You know you want to.”
“He deserves better than me.” the copy-nin fretted, “No matter what he says now . . . sooner or later he'll change his mind and then it will be too late.”
“Don't listen to the pack . . .neither dogs nor demons mate for life.” the hound advised, “You need to trust your human instincts.”
“I'm afraid I never bothered developing them.” Kakashi declared wryly, “They weren't useful . . . every time I listened to them I ended up breaking the rules.”
“You're retired, there are no rules anymore.” the ninken insisted stubbornly, “At least discuss it with your bitch, she seems sensible.”
“And who, pray tell, is my bitch?” the copy-nin drawled, “The last time I checked there were no women here . . . and if you say Ibiki I swear I'll tell him.”
“Your pups' mother.” Bull replied with an exaggerated roll of his eyes, “I thought you were a genius.”
“In the first place, they aren't my babies.” the silver-haired nin explained patiently, “They belong to Asuma and Kurenai . . . I'm just their godfather.”
“Father, godfather, what's the difference?” the ninken replied with a doggie shrug, “They smell like you, that's what matters. Anyway, ask her, she'll tell you what to do.”
“That's the problem, she'll tell me what to do . . . not help me figure out what I really want.” Kakashi complained, “I don't need a lecture on why what I'm doing is wrong. I just wish I could talk to Itachi, he'd understand.” the jounin finished with an expressive frown.
“So get one of the lazy ones to take a scroll for you.” Bull reasoned, “They don't do anything most of the time now that you're retired.”
“I hope you don't call them that to their faces.” the copy-nin chuckled.
“Like I'm afraid of them.” the massive hound replied nonchalantly, “Besides, it's true. Pakkun's getting downright tubby.”
“Oh ho, now the truth comes out.” the jounin remarked gleefully, “Come on, let's get going, Kurenai will kill us if we're late.”
“And you'll send a scroll?” Bull prodded.
“Yes mom.” the silver-haired man teased, “As soon as we're done at the doctor's.”
In no time at all they were all in the pediatrician's office, Kurenai dealing with the chronically sleepy Kiyoshi while the copy-nin handled his much feistier sister.
“You're a lucky woman.” the nurse remarked enviously, “I've never seen a father who had such rapport with babies.”
“He's not my husband.” the kunoichi replied with a small frown, “He's their godfather.”
“Really . . . well, his wife is a very lucky woman.” the nurse declared, “I'd snap him up in a heartbeat.”
“Okay 'shi-kun,” the dark-haired woman began as soon as they were outside again, “what's going on with you? You've barely said a word all morning, and you're holding onto Ko like she's going to disappear. Did you and Ibiki have a fight?”
“Not exactly.” Kakashi hedged, “I was thinking maybe I'd go see Itachi . . . it's been months since we got back and I did promise I'd visit.”
“You're running away from something,” Kurenai pressed, “You can tell me what it is . . . I won't react badly, I swear.”
“How can you even say that?” the copy-nin replied sourly, “Maybe I hacked 'biki up and put him out with the trash this morning.”
“Hatake Kakashi, what a horrible thing to say.” the dark haired woman scolded, “Just tell me what's bothering you please and stop all this subterfuge.”
“It will have to be some other time.” the silver-haired man demurred, “I'm late meeting Ibiki for lunch. See you later cutie.” he whispered to Ko as he gave her a kiss and carefully put her in the stroller with her sleeping brother, “Better watch out . . . one day he's gonna wake up and catch you by surprise.”
“You can't dodge me for long.” the kunoichi warned, “I'll get it out of you sooner or later.”
“I know.” the copy-nin muttered as he made the signs and jutsu'd to the tower, breathing a sigh of relief that he had, yet again, avoided telling Kurenai about what was going on. “Hey you.” he called when he spotted the interrogator walking down the corridor, “Ready for lunch?”
“Give me five minutes and I'll meet you out front.” Ibiki swore, hurrying away to finish up, hoping against hope that he wouldn't be coming back later.
“Ready to go?” he asked breathlessly when he reappeared a few minutes later.
“What, you decided to get in a little torture in before lunch?” Kakashi joked, “You look like you wrestled a bear.”
“Ha, ha very funny.” the scarred man retorted as he straightened his bandana and brushed some imaginary dust off his uniform, “At least I don't have drool down the front of my shirt.”
“That's not drool . . . it's vomit.” the copy-nin decided after a moment's scrutiny, “Ko didn't like getting her shots.”
“Ewwwww, and you didn't change it?” Ibiki gasped in shock, “How can that not bother you?”
“All the nasty substances you get splattered with and a little baby puke bothers you?” the silver-haired man retorted smartly, “I can't believe that.”
“Believe what you like.” the interrogator insisted, “That's worse than any torture.”
“Oh, is big scary Morino Ibiki afraid of babies?” Kakashi continued to tease.
“Here we are.” the tall man broke in to change the subject.
“What the . . . why are we here?” the copy-nin asked tightly as he read the sign.
“I want to get a tattoo . . . and I wanted you to to keep me company.” Ibiki explained, “Don't worry, you don't have to do anything but sit.”
“Since when do you want a tattoo?” Kakashi asked suspiciously.
“Since now.” the implacable interrogator continued, “Just come on, already.”
The silver-haired man's curiosity overwhelmed his natural caution and he slowly followed the tall man into the small shop, watching avidly as the scarred man unfastened his pants and dropped them before stretching out on the table. “Explain.” the skittish jounin gritted out, “What are you doing here?”
“I'm getting your name tattooed on my ass . . . maybe then you'll believe me when I say I have no intention of ever leaving you.” Ibiki stated calmly, “Even you should believe permanent ink.”
Surprisingly, the copy-nin made no further protest, watching with rapt fascination as the kanji making up his name gradually appeared on a taut cheek. “All done, try not to irritate it for the next week.” the tattoo artist declared, “Did you want one too?” he asked the younger man.
“Yes?” Kakashi replied tentatively.
“No.” the interrogator rumbled, “Not until you say yes . . . there's no undoing this, you need to be sure.”
“I am sure.” the younger man declared sullenly.
“Then why won't you marry me?” the scarred man implored, “Obviously I have no intention of ever changing my mind about you . . . are you ready to say the same?”
“I never had any intention of changing my mind.” the copy-nin protested, “I just wanted you to have an out.”
“I don't want an out.” Ibiki whispered as he pulled the lanky figure close and rubbed a comforting hand up and down his tense back, “I only want you.”
“I give up.” Kakashi declared with a loud sigh, “You win . . . I'll marry you.”
“Thank you sweetheart.” the interrogator relied with a broad smile as he bent to delicately press his lips against a perfect plump pink pair, groaning brokenly as they opened immediately to welcome him inside. “You won't regret it.”
Over the next three weeks Ibiki repeatedly tried to get a commitment out of the elusive jounin, but the copy-nin deftly avoided the entire issue, waking early to slip out to the shop and once again spending long hours in the furo alone. Eventually the stoic interrogator could take no more and decided the time had come to force the issue.
“'kashi, what are you doing today?” he asked idly as they were eating breakfast.
“Kurenai asked me to help her take the twins to the doctor this morning.” the silver-haired man replied quietly, “After that I'll be in the shop . . . why?”
“No reason, just curious.” the interrogator answered easily, “Would you like to have lunch when you finish at the doctor's?”
“I'll stop by your office before I open for the day.” Kakashi finally decided, “I'm not exactly sure what time that will be though.”
“That would be lovely sweetheart.” the scarred man said with a wide smile, “Now I have something to look forward to.” He bent to give the copy-nin a tender kiss, brushing the backs of his fingers over a prominent cheekbone almost wistfully before jutsuing away, leaving the lanky jounin staring pensively at the spot he'd recently occupied.
“Just go ahead and mate with him already.” Bull rumbled from under the kotatsu, “You know you want to.”
“He deserves better than me.” the copy-nin fretted, “No matter what he says now . . . sooner or later he'll change his mind and then it will be too late.”
“Don't listen to the pack . . .neither dogs nor demons mate for life.” the hound advised, “You need to trust your human instincts.”
“I'm afraid I never bothered developing them.” Kakashi declared wryly, “They weren't useful . . . every time I listened to them I ended up breaking the rules.”
“You're retired, there are no rules anymore.” the ninken insisted stubbornly, “At least discuss it with your bitch, she seems sensible.”
“And who, pray tell, is my bitch?” the copy-nin drawled, “The last time I checked there were no women here . . . and if you say Ibiki I swear I'll tell him.”
“Your pups' mother.” Bull replied with an exaggerated roll of his eyes, “I thought you were a genius.”
“In the first place, they aren't my babies.” the silver-haired nin explained patiently, “They belong to Asuma and Kurenai . . . I'm just their godfather.”
“Father, godfather, what's the difference?” the ninken replied with a doggie shrug, “They smell like you, that's what matters. Anyway, ask her, she'll tell you what to do.”
“That's the problem, she'll tell me what to do . . . not help me figure out what I really want.” Kakashi complained, “I don't need a lecture on why what I'm doing is wrong. I just wish I could talk to Itachi, he'd understand.” the jounin finished with an expressive frown.
“So get one of the lazy ones to take a scroll for you.” Bull reasoned, “They don't do anything most of the time now that you're retired.”
“I hope you don't call them that to their faces.” the copy-nin chuckled.
“Like I'm afraid of them.” the massive hound replied nonchalantly, “Besides, it's true. Pakkun's getting downright tubby.”
“Oh ho, now the truth comes out.” the jounin remarked gleefully, “Come on, let's get going, Kurenai will kill us if we're late.”
“And you'll send a scroll?” Bull prodded.
“Yes mom.” the silver-haired man teased, “As soon as we're done at the doctor's.”
In no time at all they were all in the pediatrician's office, Kurenai dealing with the chronically sleepy Kiyoshi while the copy-nin handled his much feistier sister.
“You're a lucky woman.” the nurse remarked enviously, “I've never seen a father who had such rapport with babies.”
“He's not my husband.” the kunoichi replied with a small frown, “He's their godfather.”
“Really . . . well, his wife is a very lucky woman.” the nurse declared, “I'd snap him up in a heartbeat.”
“Okay 'shi-kun,” the dark-haired woman began as soon as they were outside again, “what's going on with you? You've barely said a word all morning, and you're holding onto Ko like she's going to disappear. Did you and Ibiki have a fight?”
“Not exactly.” Kakashi hedged, “I was thinking maybe I'd go see Itachi . . . it's been months since we got back and I did promise I'd visit.”
“You're running away from something,” Kurenai pressed, “You can tell me what it is . . . I won't react badly, I swear.”
“How can you even say that?” the copy-nin replied sourly, “Maybe I hacked 'biki up and put him out with the trash this morning.”
“Hatake Kakashi, what a horrible thing to say.” the dark haired woman scolded, “Just tell me what's bothering you please and stop all this subterfuge.”
“It will have to be some other time.” the silver-haired man demurred, “I'm late meeting Ibiki for lunch. See you later cutie.” he whispered to Ko as he gave her a kiss and carefully put her in the stroller with her sleeping brother, “Better watch out . . . one day he's gonna wake up and catch you by surprise.”
“You can't dodge me for long.” the kunoichi warned, “I'll get it out of you sooner or later.”
“I know.” the copy-nin muttered as he made the signs and jutsu'd to the tower, breathing a sigh of relief that he had, yet again, avoided telling Kurenai about what was going on. “Hey you.” he called when he spotted the interrogator walking down the corridor, “Ready for lunch?”
“Give me five minutes and I'll meet you out front.” Ibiki swore, hurrying away to finish up, hoping against hope that he wouldn't be coming back later.
“Ready to go?” he asked breathlessly when he reappeared a few minutes later.
“What, you decided to get in a little torture in before lunch?” Kakashi joked, “You look like you wrestled a bear.”
“Ha, ha very funny.” the scarred man retorted as he straightened his bandana and brushed some imaginary dust off his uniform, “At least I don't have drool down the front of my shirt.”
“That's not drool . . . it's vomit.” the copy-nin decided after a moment's scrutiny, “Ko didn't like getting her shots.”
“Ewwwww, and you didn't change it?” Ibiki gasped in shock, “How can that not bother you?”
“All the nasty substances you get splattered with and a little baby puke bothers you?” the silver-haired man retorted smartly, “I can't believe that.”
“Believe what you like.” the interrogator insisted, “That's worse than any torture.”
“Oh, is big scary Morino Ibiki afraid of babies?” Kakashi continued to tease.
“Here we are.” the tall man broke in to change the subject.
“What the . . . why are we here?” the copy-nin asked tightly as he read the sign.
“I want to get a tattoo . . . and I wanted you to to keep me company.” Ibiki explained, “Don't worry, you don't have to do anything but sit.”
“Since when do you want a tattoo?” Kakashi asked suspiciously.
“Since now.” the implacable interrogator continued, “Just come on, already.”
The silver-haired man's curiosity overwhelmed his natural caution and he slowly followed the tall man into the small shop, watching avidly as the scarred man unfastened his pants and dropped them before stretching out on the table. “Explain.” the skittish jounin gritted out, “What are you doing here?”
“I'm getting your name tattooed on my ass . . . maybe then you'll believe me when I say I have no intention of ever leaving you.” Ibiki stated calmly, “Even you should believe permanent ink.”
Surprisingly, the copy-nin made no further protest, watching with rapt fascination as the kanji making up his name gradually appeared on a taut cheek. “All done, try not to irritate it for the next week.” the tattoo artist declared, “Did you want one too?” he asked the younger man.
“Yes?” Kakashi replied tentatively.
“No.” the interrogator rumbled, “Not until you say yes . . . there's no undoing this, you need to be sure.”
“I am sure.” the younger man declared sullenly.
“Then why won't you marry me?” the scarred man implored, “Obviously I have no intention of ever changing my mind about you . . . are you ready to say the same?”
“I never had any intention of changing my mind.” the copy-nin protested, “I just wanted you to have an out.”
“I don't want an out.” Ibiki whispered as he pulled the lanky figure close and rubbed a comforting hand up and down his tense back, “I only want you.”
“I give up.” Kakashi declared with a loud sigh, “You win . . . I'll marry you.”
“Thank you sweetheart.” the interrogator relied with a broad smile as he bent to delicately press his lips against a perfect plump pink pair, groaning brokenly as they opened immediately to welcome him inside. “You won't regret it.”