A Gift from the Rain
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male › Kakashi/Iruka
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1
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A Gift from the Rain
A/N: A long time ago, one of my friends asked me to write her a nice, fluffy KakaIru. I kept putting it off and putting it off because I just didn't really have any ideas to play with, but finally this one came to me. Now, it's hardly original, but I like to think that the way I wrote it makes up for the overused plotline. Lemme know what you think! :) I'll post the second half hopefully by the end of the week.
Self-beta'd, so all fuck-ups are mine as per usual.
The rain poured down outside my window in steady sheets, driven by wind to play out a staccato beat against the glass. My mask rested on the floor a few feet away, along with my hitai-ate, where I'd carelessly dropped them when I got home from training the kids. I blinked in an effort to clear my sleep-blurred gaze as I snuggled into the warmth of my chair, reading Jiraiya's latest work with only a fraction of my usual interest.
Something was different tonight. I was tired, but I couldn't sleep. I couldn't concentrate even on the unfolding of erotica in the pages my fingers rested against. Nothing was quite right... but I couldn't quite think of what was wrong, either.
Through the sounds of the rain, I heard the soft rapping of knuckles against the front door. I set aside my book and stood with a sigh. It was late-- had to be some sort of emergency for someone to bother me when I was on my off time. Scooping up my mask as I passed, I pulled it on before lazily approaching the door. I tugged it open with ease, and stared out into the darkness at my visitor.
It was Iruka. My eyebrows furrowed before I smoothed away my slight exasperation and let my eyes smile like they usually do. It's not that I don't like the guy... but he's just so uptight and normal and teacher-ish... My thought process halted as I took in his appearance. His hair was soaked and drooping from its ponytail, his eyes blinking owlishly in the light from the doorway. He was holding his arms to himself in a pathetic attempt to stay warm, a faint shiver passing through his form every few seconds. In other words, he looked like a drowned rat.
A ridiculously cute and pitiful drowned rat. I couldn't help but start to think I was wrong about him.
“C-c-can I-i c-come i-i-in?” His teeth were actually chattering. And that look on his face was just too... I don't know what it was, but it was just too much for me to bear. “M-my app-p-partment's h-heater isn't w-w-working...”
I swallowed thickly, staring at him openly as my mind skeetered back in forth, trying to decide what to do. I should help him... but once he gets warm, is he going to go back to being annoying? But he's my fellow shinobi... I don't think this is a good idea. But it is... and how can you resist those big brown eyes, staring up at you?
What the hell. I caved to my better self. Stepping inside, I beckoned him in and he quickly shuffled to get into the warmth. I shut the door and crossed my arms, surveying him as he stood there, dripping on my carpet. Behind the mask, my mouth turned down slightly in a frown and I went and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. I tossed it to him carelessly. He caught it and murmured a little thank you and started drying off, still trembling slightly.
“Why did you come all the way here? What about the other apartments?” Okay, maybe I was being harsh... but the guy still gets on my nerves. That's not about to change even if he is cute when he's drenched in rain and shaking like a leaf.
“Th-their heaters d-died a while a-ago so everyone's m-moved out until repairs a-are made. M-mine was the last o-one in the c-complex t-to be working.” Iruka reached up and pulled his hairband free, soaked tendrils falling to frame his face. His eyes were fucking huge. “I-i was g-going to g-go stay w-with G-genma and Raidou, but they're w-wrapped up in some assignment f-from the Hokage.” He lowered his gaze, clutching at the towel draped around his shoulders. “I... don't really h-have anywhere to g-go...”
His words stewed in my head for a few minutes. I let out a disgruntled sigh and stepped closer to him, tugging the towel over his head and vigorously scrubbing at his hair. “Dry this properly or you're gonna get sick.”
He let out a muffled “eep” from beneath the towel and smacked my hands away. I smirked as the towel dropped away, but when I saw the blush spreading across his nose and cheeks, framing his scar... The smirk dissolved. He wasn't looking at me now, unsubtly avoiding my mismatched gaze. Once again, the cogs were rotating in my head, trying to figure out why he was turning red. What was he embarrassed about? It's not like I did anything perverted... Then it hit me all at once.
Why else would he come to stay with me? Why else would he be blushing like a teenaged girl? And who knows, maybe that stutter wasn't just because of the cold... Well, might as well ask him. If all else fails and he gets pissed off at me for asking, then at least he'd probably leave me alone. And if my suspicions were correct... A whole realm of new possibilities just might be at my fingertips.
“Iruka, do you like me?”
Self-beta'd, so all fuck-ups are mine as per usual.
The rain poured down outside my window in steady sheets, driven by wind to play out a staccato beat against the glass. My mask rested on the floor a few feet away, along with my hitai-ate, where I'd carelessly dropped them when I got home from training the kids. I blinked in an effort to clear my sleep-blurred gaze as I snuggled into the warmth of my chair, reading Jiraiya's latest work with only a fraction of my usual interest.
Something was different tonight. I was tired, but I couldn't sleep. I couldn't concentrate even on the unfolding of erotica in the pages my fingers rested against. Nothing was quite right... but I couldn't quite think of what was wrong, either.
Through the sounds of the rain, I heard the soft rapping of knuckles against the front door. I set aside my book and stood with a sigh. It was late-- had to be some sort of emergency for someone to bother me when I was on my off time. Scooping up my mask as I passed, I pulled it on before lazily approaching the door. I tugged it open with ease, and stared out into the darkness at my visitor.
It was Iruka. My eyebrows furrowed before I smoothed away my slight exasperation and let my eyes smile like they usually do. It's not that I don't like the guy... but he's just so uptight and normal and teacher-ish... My thought process halted as I took in his appearance. His hair was soaked and drooping from its ponytail, his eyes blinking owlishly in the light from the doorway. He was holding his arms to himself in a pathetic attempt to stay warm, a faint shiver passing through his form every few seconds. In other words, he looked like a drowned rat.
A ridiculously cute and pitiful drowned rat. I couldn't help but start to think I was wrong about him.
“C-c-can I-i c-come i-i-in?” His teeth were actually chattering. And that look on his face was just too... I don't know what it was, but it was just too much for me to bear. “M-my app-p-partment's h-heater isn't w-w-working...”
I swallowed thickly, staring at him openly as my mind skeetered back in forth, trying to decide what to do. I should help him... but once he gets warm, is he going to go back to being annoying? But he's my fellow shinobi... I don't think this is a good idea. But it is... and how can you resist those big brown eyes, staring up at you?
What the hell. I caved to my better self. Stepping inside, I beckoned him in and he quickly shuffled to get into the warmth. I shut the door and crossed my arms, surveying him as he stood there, dripping on my carpet. Behind the mask, my mouth turned down slightly in a frown and I went and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. I tossed it to him carelessly. He caught it and murmured a little thank you and started drying off, still trembling slightly.
“Why did you come all the way here? What about the other apartments?” Okay, maybe I was being harsh... but the guy still gets on my nerves. That's not about to change even if he is cute when he's drenched in rain and shaking like a leaf.
“Th-their heaters d-died a while a-ago so everyone's m-moved out until repairs a-are made. M-mine was the last o-one in the c-complex t-to be working.” Iruka reached up and pulled his hairband free, soaked tendrils falling to frame his face. His eyes were fucking huge. “I-i was g-going to g-go stay w-with G-genma and Raidou, but they're w-wrapped up in some assignment f-from the Hokage.” He lowered his gaze, clutching at the towel draped around his shoulders. “I... don't really h-have anywhere to g-go...”
His words stewed in my head for a few minutes. I let out a disgruntled sigh and stepped closer to him, tugging the towel over his head and vigorously scrubbing at his hair. “Dry this properly or you're gonna get sick.”
He let out a muffled “eep” from beneath the towel and smacked my hands away. I smirked as the towel dropped away, but when I saw the blush spreading across his nose and cheeks, framing his scar... The smirk dissolved. He wasn't looking at me now, unsubtly avoiding my mismatched gaze. Once again, the cogs were rotating in my head, trying to figure out why he was turning red. What was he embarrassed about? It's not like I did anything perverted... Then it hit me all at once.
Why else would he come to stay with me? Why else would he be blushing like a teenaged girl? And who knows, maybe that stutter wasn't just because of the cold... Well, might as well ask him. If all else fails and he gets pissed off at me for asking, then at least he'd probably leave me alone. And if my suspicions were correct... A whole realm of new possibilities just might be at my fingertips.
“Iruka, do you like me?”