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Hey guys! Didn't mean to disappear the way I did, but I wound up on vacation with my boyfriend's family and the internet service here is very spotty. I'll probably be back home by June 16th but till then I'll probably have to go on hiatus because of the internet situation.
I'm real sorry to the lovelies that I have threads with, but I promise I'll reply to those when I'm back home. Or if the time jump is too much we could always start new threads. Much love my sunshines <3
little-scarecrow and irukas are awesome ok. If you still haven’t read Forever Yours then you’re missing out.
And this drawing was Little-Scarecrow’s idea, but I replied to the message before I started drawing so I don’t know if it turned out right. OTL
Send me "Care to join me?" and I'll generate a number and my character will react to yours asking them to join them in...
Mix of fluff, angst, and NSFW.
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Second Date...or Something Like That | Kakashi&Iruka
His head was spinning, as was his entire living room right now. His heart felt like it was about to burst right through his chest and leave his lifeless body collapsing on the ground. The look on Kakashi’s face was the exact thing Iruka hoped he wouldn’t have to see, the hurt look and the clear disappointment that clouded his eyes. He didn’t want Kakashi to leave! or did he? He had to leave! But he couldn’t let him go.. not really.
His entire body trembled when Kakashi took Iruka’s hands in his once again and stood close to him, staring into his dark eyes. A big part of Iruka would just drop the whole insecurity thing and his distrust right now and take Kakashi to bed like they had done on their previous date, but there was this overwhelming other side that didn’t want to put himself in any kind of situation that came close to this. It felt like Kakashi was slowly stripping Iruka down and he was starting to see the more vulnerable part of him, which he couldn’t and wouldn’t allow anyone to either see nor touch. “It’s not.. you didn’t..” Iruka started his words as fast as kakashi’s, trying to catch up and reply to everything he said. The sound of his voice had completely changed and not only did it sounds softer and younger than his usual voice, which was tough and suited Kakashi’s entire appearance, it caused a weird sensation in Iruka’s body. Kakashi sounded just as vulnerable right now as Iruka felt. His breath caught in his throat the other mans words. “it felt right”. It took Iruka a while to realize just what Kakashi told him. It felt right to be around him.. And even though Iruka couldn’t deny he also felt like being around Kakashi was right and they could easily get along like they’ve known each other for years. “I’m not afraid of you.. ! It felt right too i just.. i.. I’m—” he held his hands up as Kakashi loosened the grip again, eventually letting them go completely. He wanted to grab his wrists, pull him back and hold him so he didn’t and he couldn’t leave but felt like his body froze just in that position. “Kashi please..” He started, suddenly using the sweet nickname as if he had been using it for ages “.. I’m not scared of you i—” but the older male kept going on, apologizing and obviously afraid of losing the brunette he had only just got to know. His vision became blurry as his mind only started to spin faster and faster making his head feel light and his body feel numb, he had to explain, there was no way he could let Kakashi go right now without properly explaining him. He wanted him to leave yes, but he didn’t want it to mean not ever seeing to other man again. “I’m not afraid of you! I’m afraid of me—” and with that he reached forward to grab wrist right after the silver haired male put the mug down again, and yanked him towards him, off the couch to stand with Iruka. “I didn’t say i didn’t accept your flaws” the brunette said, his voice less panicked and softer than before.
He still wasn’t ready to tell the other it was alright for him to stay, even in his current state, and still felt like the right thing was for Kakashi to leave and yet, he longed for just his slightest touch, Kakashi didn’t feel dangerous to him and Iruka could almost entirely admit he felt more for the other than he could admit to himself. He slowly released Kakashi’s wrist from his grip and dropped his hands at his side again, his head hanging forwards. He wasn’t ready to face the disappointing look on Kakashi’s face, not again. “I’m sorry it’s just…” his voice insecure and a little rough from his sudden outburst “Please..” he said finally, giving a nod towards the door as a gesture it was time for Kakashi to leave. He expected a huge tension to leave his shoulders the moment he clearly told Kakashi to leave but was surprised to see there was no such thing, it only got worse and he could feel his shoulders shaking and breather becoming a little more difficult with the second. This might have been his only and last chance at meeting someone he liked and he, like all other times before, chose the safest path by denying what he felt and pushing that person away.
It broke Kakashi's heart to see Iruka's walls deteriorate the way they were. He could see the younger man falling apart and he wanted nothing more than to ease than pain without crossing any boundaries. He felt a twinge in his chest when Iruka let him go completely, and one more when the other man referred to him by a shorter version of his name. It had been some time since anyone had given him an affectionate nickname and his breath almost caught at what it meant for Iruka to be giving him one.
Kakashi inhaled deep through his nose a she saw the tears visible in Iruka's eyes. He wanted nothing more than to leap over the back of the sofa and hold Iruka as tightly as he could. He moved effortlessly to stand before Iruka when the younger pulled him over and used all the restraint in his body to not lunge forward and take him in. He couldn't hide the disappointment in his features when Iruka gestured towards the door.
"Ok," he muttered hoarsely, "Ok, I'll respect your wishes...but," he paused as he stepped forward and put a hand to the base of Iruka's neck, his thumb caressing the jawline beneath it. "I'm not leaving here till I know you're ok. I need you to be ok, kid. I need you to be happy." With that he pulled Iruka closer and wrapped his arms around the man. He held on tightly, breathing in Iruka's scent and letting him know that he was there to make things better, if only for the time being. He needed Iruka to know that he cared.
"I'm not leaving here till you're ok," he whispered, his fingers tightening around the man that he so desperately wished to protect.
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Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number
1: Hot, Steamy kiss
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5: Firm Kiss
6: Gentle Peck
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Catching Up | Kakashi&Minato
Minato almost forgot what he mentioned earlier about his desk being neat; with Kakashi’s feet placing once more to his desk, now it didn’t matter as much. He simply stared at it, made no move to take it off. It wasn’t that his mood dropped, but every mention of the woman’s name sank the man’s heart. Admittedly, he was guilty for her suffering, and yet, Kakashi’s all right.
“We’re not even married, idiot,” he muttered mid of his blabbing, and didn’t care if the other heard it or not. Minato listened intently to him, and arrows of pain and guilt pierced him——especially the part where he was actually lecturing him.
Silly, right? His words, right back at him.
And it felt so much awkward. His own student.
Lecturing him.
Silence overwhelmed as Minato let his former student finish. His cerulean pools widened with his words for a short time, then suppress a soft chuckle that turned into a low, manly laugh. “Easier said than done, right, Kakashi?” He shook his head. “It’s like starting over again. Well—-I could do that—-but do you ever think she’ll return to me? She nearly killed me with her cold stares, you know that. Unless it’s about our son. I don’t really matter to her now. She’ll probably set me off like trash. She doesn’t love me anymore. She hated me so much—-much more than those people who used to pick her and call names to her. There’s a negative one hundred that we’ll be together. And she probably has another man now.” It was painful, coming from him, though he could picture her happy with a man—-that was not him.
"You damn near were," Kakashi muttered all too quick when Minato mentioned that he and Kushina weren't married. "You two practically raised me. She was practically my mother. You know who rubbed my back when I got sick as a kid? She did. You taught me how to talk to girls and she taught me how to treat them." He found that once he started on that particular topic, he couldn't quite stop.
"Of course I think she'll return to you!" Kakashi exclaimed, his legs almost falling off the desk in the process of his enthusiasm, "Have you even seen the look on her face when anyone mentions your name? Wait, never mind, you haven't but the point is...it might not be easy, but it can happen, I can just sense it."
Kakashi coughed when Minato mentioned Kushina having another man, "If I had a prospective step-father I would know about him, alright? If I don't know about him then there's no such man. You're in the clear." He smirked at even the idea of another man approaching Kushina. He'd make that man's life hell that was for sure. "Her hate for you only stems from her love and you know it. Yes, you made mistakes, yes you didn't have your priorities sorted when you were younger, but you're a different man now. It's been over a decade. You're not the same, Minato and neither is she!"
Second Date...or Something Like That | Kakashi&Iruka
A tense silence fell over them as Iruka picked up some dishes he left in the sink earlier that evening, and started cleaning them a little, removing the left over food. Why did he had to ask how he was doing, why did he have to come in the first place and him feel the way he did right now. The memories of his parents passing 19 years ago had already left his mind and he was left only worrying about the weird sensation he felt in his body whenever he was around him. Though he didn’t feel anxious or scared around the other male and actually felt rather secure in his presence, there was something that made him feel nervous, like something was up and he just couldn’t quite place it. His hands felt shaky and his face hot when Kakashi pressed his heated lips against his forehead just moments ago, and their hands folding together send chills down his spine. Looking at the other would send bolts of lightening through his body, whenever they met, and actually speaking to the other at work or whenever he ran into him made his palms feel clammy. Iruka was afraid of falling in love, falling under someone’s spell and ending up hurt again like he was last time, with Mizuki.. The way his body responded to the others presence turned on the bright red warning signs in Iruka’s mind. He was already falling for him, and it was scary.
He felt Kakashi’s eyes sting in his back. He put down the dishes again and remained quiet once again, a little shorter than he did before. Kakashi was already starting to get under his skin and Iruka felt a sense of danger. He liked the other, that much he could admit to himself and he liked being around him but he only expected this evening to be something much more simple. A date out in a public place, surrounded by other people that could distract him from his thoughts, his worries, and actually make him feel a little more comfortable with the idea of being on a date, alone with just this one individual. Being all by himself with Kakashi in his empty apartment, talking about personal matters, made the younger male feel like he overstepped his own bounds, he got way out of his comfort zone and he had to make sure to get back to safety as soon as possible. He couldn’t afford getting hurt like he had all those years ago.
He finally broke the silence as he turned around, still not looking him into the eyes but his body now facing his. “I’m alright” he said his voice calm but softer than before. Having this drunk man on his couch didn’t promise anything good and as much as Iruka loved taking care of people, this wasn’t something he needed right now. He needed to breath. “maybe we should call it a night” he suggested, bluntly, looking up at the man before him. Dark eyes meeting blue ones. He didn’t mean to make Kakashi feel like he wasn’t interested in him or give him the impression he wasn’t welcome in his home anymore and this was a mistake. Iruka liked being around Kakashi, just not like this. “I mean you’re drunk.. This is not going anywhere and..” A small sigh escaped his lips as he collected the small amount of courage he had left at that moment. He stepped closer to the man until he stood behind the couch, and right behind Kakashi and looked down at him.
“.. I think it may be better if you left..” He easily faked a smile but it didn’t make up for how harsh his words sounded, even though this was never really his intention “..I mean, what you need right now is maybe a good shower and a warm bed, to sober up, feel better” a tanned hand reached forward to touch the white strands of hair, but he stopped right before he could feel the hair slide between his fingers. He wanted to touch him, soothingly, as a way to convince him he wasn’t rejecting kakashi or he was upset with him on any way. He just didn’t see this being a fun evening anymore. Two grown up men together on a crappy couch, talking about their even crappier lives.
“We can always do this another time..”
The disappointment in his voice was as clear as water yet he tried to keep it as kind as possible. He would have much rather spend the evening getting to know the other better, wanted to know different kinds of things. What was his favorite book? He loved reading that much he knew but did he like movies? The same movies as he did, perhaps. What is his shoe size? Shizune always told Iruka to ask his dates their shoe size “vital information!” She always told him, “One day you’ll understand what I mean with that, you’re still such a baby” she would always tease him. Up until this day Iruka still wasn’t sure why to ask his guy dates their shoe size, but these questions would have been much lighter and much easier on their second date than ‘How did your parents die?’ was. He lowered his hand, which was still hovering somewhere in mid-air, and walked over to the side of the couch again. Kakashi was looking at him, Iruka knew it, he could feel the eyes on his body as they followed him change positions. “..when you’re not drunk.. and sad” he said finally, a slight smile creeping on his face again. As long as Kakashi wasn’t offended by his words and decided he didn’t want to see Iruka anymore, this was the best decision.
Kakashi's brows furrowed quickly when he heard Iruka's sudden rush to get him out of the apartment. Not only was the disappointment and concern clear in his face, but in his voice as well. He turned so he could see Iruka and reached out to take the younger man's hand. He grasped it gently, but with a firm possessiveness before speaking, "What's wrong? Have I done something? I know this isn't what you had in mind for our date, I suppose it's a bit early for us to get to know each other on this level, but I trust you. It's why I cam here tonight-it felt right, you felt right."
His grip on Iruka's hand loosened in the slightest. "Don't be afraid of me, Iruka," he spoke quietly, as if he was insecure about his words, "I don't meant you harm, I swear I don't. I know you don't like me this way and I know you don't like me sad, but this is who I am on the inside...at least I am for some of the time and I suppose it's something you'll have to come to terms with if you want this to go somewhere.I..." he cleared his throat, his thumb moving over Iruka's skin for a moment before he continued, "I'd accept the flaws of your being in a heartbeat. And I'm not entirely sure why, but I know that it's a reason not to let go of you-especially not now."
He exhaled deeply, releasing Iruka's hand and sitting straight again. He reached over to finish his coffee, having sobered up most of the way. "But if you're that uncomfortable and if you do indeed insist, I'll leave. I won't ever do anything to cause you discomfort." He sighed once more before turning back to look at Iruka, as if to ask the younger man for a final decision on whether he should go or not. He knew full well that if he was asked to leave now, turned away when he needed company and support the most then the chances of him returning to Iruka ever again were slim.
After School Shenanigans
"I call her Lilac because her eyes are a really pale purple." Sasuke lowered his gaze to the floor once more, his voice lowering to a mumble as he explained further reasoning behind the nickname. "And I associate a lot of girls with flowers…" He almost felt unmanly saying it aloud.
Lifting his head up, he closed his eyes and raised his voice to try and compensate for the manliness he just “lost”. “It’s not like I mean to forget everyone’s names!” He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, unaware that he was acting like such a child. The tone behind Kakashi’s words was just egging him on further, and then he brought up Hinata being taken by someone else.
The childish retaliation faded and was replaced with a very somber expression. The thought that Hinata might have someone who sees her the way that he does worried him, because the likelihood oh her picking them over him was very high considering that they had just met. He swallowed dryly, imagining having to see who holding hands with someone else. It hurt, right where Kakashi had pointed just a few minutes ago.
He shook it off, taking a deep breath and looking up at Kakashi confidently. “I got it handled. I have her number and we’ve been texting a lot. She even said I was her longest text conversation.” He said smugly, removing the doubt that had once filled his mind.
Kakashi smiled at Sasuke's confession of something he assumed was a personal thought. And his smile only widened at Sasuke's defensiveness. He enjoyed seeing this side of the younger man, not so high strung and not so competitive.
"Longest text conversation?" Kakashi chuckled, "Is that what you kids call romantic these days? That's cute." He exhaled contently, leaning back in his seat. "Take her out to dinner. Woo her. I hate to be the old man here, but you kids are killing it with your text conversations and your not really dating, just talking to someone phases."
The quiz wasn’t difficult, feeling confident, that she would receive a decent grade. Shoving a few notebooks into her worm bag. Heading towards the front of the room, where Hinata sets the paper down.
In hearing their Sensei’s voice, she nods. Sinking into the desk suggested. What did Kaka-Sensei want? Brows pinch, with a slight pout. Retracing this last week, making sure she didn’t forget to hand in an assignment. The concern dissipates once the actual reason is revealed. Unsure of what to say, or think.
Hard to describe this feeling, studying the man before her. A comforting slap? invasive, yet not at all? Defensive? yes, possibly. A mixture of all, and more.. Granted, it was she, who wrote the paper, willingly. Not directly however, the words came pouring out. Not even realizing she had been crying the whole time.
"A.. I’m.." Gaze shifts towards the class door, dropping down to her lap. “I’m fine. I apologize if it was too forward." This would be the first time, in possibly nine years? That anyone has asked how she was. Technically, the first time the topic was brought up all together. Chin lifts, with a strained smile. "You don’t need to concern yourself. I just.. wrote whatever came."
In truth, the artist had no idea how one would handle this situation. As a child, would act out pretend conversations, with her absent father.. But this was no fantasy, nor was it Hiashi.
Kakashi could see Hinata instantly become nervous as he called her aside. "At ease," he blurted out as though he was talking to a tense soldier. But he was quick to correct himself, "Ah, sorry. Old habits die hard. But don't worry, you're not in trouble or anything and I don't mind the forwardness of your paper. As a matter of fact, this kind of raw emotion from simple writing is the kind of work I live for."
He sighed before placing his elbows on his desk and leaning forward towards her only slightly, "But that doesn't change the fact that I happen to know the tortured author of this particular piece, which makes it a little harder to enjoy the torture part."
"If this is what came to you instinctively then it's something that's at the forefront of your personal development, whether you're aware of it or not," Kakashi said, keeping his eyes on Hinata, not to analyze her, but to reassure her that she was watched over and in a safe environment. "God knows if someone asked me to write a personal narrative, the first thing I'd think to write of is not my father's suicide," he shrugged, hoping that throwing her a bone would help her ease up a little bit.
Offering up a bit of harmless information to show her that he trusted her was something he saw often work with teenagers and he hoped it would with Hinata as well. "But that's only because that event isn't at the forefront of my being. It's no longer something that actively keeps me up at night or overtakes my days. However it would seem to me, that quite the opposite applies for you, am I wrong?"
Kakashi&Sakura; "Stress relief"
Sakura had been reminded that Ino was no longer her best friend, because of the way everything seemed to be now. She even spent more time getting bruises from hitting the volleyball numerous times; Which is how she ended up there in the first place. The english teacher coincidentally running into him then and there. Hastily rubbing her hands together, she glanced at him before actually thinking about the right answer – if there even was one. Her emerald gaze dropped to the floor for a split second as anger slowly rose inside of her. Being the person she was though, Sakura couldn’t exactly tell Kakashi what tore them apart; It was either stupid or really not something she should be opening her mouth about.
Getting into spats. The pinkette already thought their reasoning for not talking was silly, but she couldn’t go back on it now since they weren’t best friends anymore. For an english teacher, she began to realize why everyone went to him when they needed something resolved – with her luck he found her first. “I.. well, it was already going to end anyway. We barely ever saw each other.. and plus she was hiding something from me.” she said icily with a slight expression of disgust. Even thinking about what Ino told her… she couldn’t digest. Turning her body in his direction, she crossed her arms. “Secrets don’t make friends.. but she didn’t get that. I mean she even mocked my medical studying..” she mumbled still a little hurt by the fact. Her supposed best friend, mocking her. Sakura didn’t want to vent out on Kakashi, but there wasn’t anyone else to turn to.
"Hiding what from you exactly?" he raised a brow. The frown reached his eyes when he heard Ino mocked Sakura's career choices. He knew Ino to be a fairly good natured person, but that was just around her he guessed. He knew she could be selfish and malicious if needed and he wasn't entirely surprised that she would blurt out something hurtful just to get the upper hand in a situation.
He sighed, leaning back on the bleachers with his elbows behind him, "I'm sorry you had to hear something like that from someone you care for so much. Must have been hurtful." He thought for a moment before adding, "You're absolutely right though, secrets don't make friends. But perhaps she was hiding what she was for your own good? For the sake of your friendship? I can't say for sure without knowing what exactly this secret was, but sometimes even the biggest secrets and lies have good intentions behind them. That's not to say that it justifies lying or keeping secrets, but it just puts things into perspective."
Sweet Talking l Kakashi&Kushina
Bright and early, Kushina would wake up around five thirty sometimes just to watch the sun rise. She hummed a tune as her crimson hair flowed with each step, passing through the doorway to the bakery, starting on some coffee. Thoughts of the newest pastry of today came to mind –
Maybe something so simple as cookies.
The crimson haired woman heard the bell jingle above the door as it completely took her by surprise; Normally no one would be awake this early, perhaps for work but only if they had the time. Pushing the coffee cup away from the edge of the counter, grey eyes instantly lit up once she saw who was ordering. Kakashi. With no words particularly said, she pushed past the motioning door and hugged him tightly; he had practically been like a second son to her, and it’s felt like a near century since she last saw him. Moving back behind the counter, she began preparing his order with a soft smile.
“How are you? Y’know, I haven’t seen you since – well y’know? I’m so glad you stopped by,”
Kakashi couldn't help but instantly lean into the embrace he was given. To be quite honest, he couldn't remember the last time someone hugged him so closely. Sure, Obito jokingly threw an arm around him every so often and Rin would hug him in greetings and goodbyes at times, but the motherly touch to Kushina's hug made his chest clench. There was part of him that wished he could hold onto the affection for as long as he needed it because the desire to have a legitimate doting mother was still so intense in his heart. But he knew he was a grown adult and better things were expected of him.
So when she released him and returned behind the counter, Kakashi gave Kushina a smile that showed the gratitude she probably knew he had for her. "I'm alright, things are the same as usual," he said in response to her question, "I don't have to be at work till eight and I wrapped up my morning jog a bit early. Didn't have much to say to dad either." Kushina was one of the few people that Kakashi confided in, in letting her know that he visited his father's grave practically every morning.
"But you, I never have enough to say to you," he smiled at the woman who was practically his surrogate mother. "You know I've been teaching my kids about The Great Gatsby. Have you ever ready that book? They're really into it. Your friend's younger son, Sasuke, very talented boy, does a lot of speaking in class about it."
Breaks:Ino + Kakashi
She only smirked as he teased her.She wasn’t phased,she was used to it.”Yeah yeah whatever. I know what you’re implying,but he couldn’t handle me if he tried.”she replied smugly.”No one can.”she said. The sentence rang in her ears. Was it meant to be negative or positive?Ino let her mind wander softly as the different scenarios were wrapped up in her mind.”What about you,huh?”she moved the conversation against him.”You know what I’m talking about too.”she quipped with a smirk.
Ino placed her hand over her mouth with a shocked expression.”Oh my God Kakashi!”she whispered harshly,shoving his shoulder as if they had no age difference.”I can’t believe you..”she snickered as she leaned back in her seat a bit. she figured he was the type of guy..well they shared similar personalities. Except Ino didn’t go with guys she just met..well not anymore. but that was in the past.
"ahh..she stormed out of my house saying we weren’t friends anymore."she said with a wave of her head. The mere mention made her upset about everything but she didn’t let it show."So anyways"she started. "Is everything cool with you? With school and everything?"she shrugged the question.
"I dunno," Kakashi shrugged, "He's a stubborn one. You also said he couldn't tutor you but here we are now." He couldn't help but laugh as she shoved him, "Hey, he was cute, drunk, handsy, I couldn't resist. You expect me to just drop off a sweet man like him and home and go back to my eight dogs and empty house? No thank you."
"Now now, don't change the subject on me," Kakashi shook his finger at Ino disapprovingly, "Sakura wouldn't have just stormed out on you without telling you why, she's not irrational like that. Come on, you brought it up so now you have to spill. What happened?"
Fugaku had his own ways of dealing with people who didn’t cooperate with his words; Just like how Shisui was sent to retrieve Itachi, but he had used the opportunity to escape himself. Itachi couldn’t have been more relieved at the time… although he wouldn’t get to see his best friend again, he was glad his friend had chosen that path.. for what it seemed, freedom was something a good percentage of people had that worked in the underground business. So to answer Kakashi’s question… the raven haired wasn’t sure he could satisfy his knowledge this time.
This response of his however.. had claimed plain and simple that his old mentor had no idea what was going on – and lies were an ally to keeping secrecy. Perhaps he should’ve let him find out on his own – but it was too late now.
“I don’t know what he would do. Perhaps anything to arm his business.” itachi spoke freely with a calm undertone. As this wasn’t easy to speak of, he wasn’t insinuating to turn Kakashi against his best friend. “although obito is a distant relative, I won’t have any problems defending sasuke if need be. I hope you’ll come to terms with that being said,” he continued on, hoping he understood that if Kakashi were to defend Obito, Itachi wouldn’t have a choice but to go against him as well.
"His business?" Kakashi raised a brow, on edge and not sure how to respond to the things he was being told, "Right, of course, he's your brother. Hell, I'd defend him if he was in harm's way but what you're saying...Obito possibly being a threat to Sasuke? None of that makes any sense to me." He was being truthful and the incredulous expression on his face said as much.
"Obito is the art teacher here in the high school. He's an art teacher, dammit," Kakashi emphasized the harmless profession. "He can barely kill spiders in his apartment, hell, half the time I have to do it for him. He hardly even knows how to tie his shoelaces without tripping or put in eye drops without drowning, I just...I find it terribly difficult to believe that your father would trust him with any job at all, let alone that involving his own younger son."
Kakashi let out an exasperated breath and rubbed his forehead, "Help me understand this, Itachi-as much as you can. Your hands are tied clearly, but you can tell me something about my friend, can't you? He's my brother, I deserve to know."
Second Date...or Something Like That | Kakashi&Iruka
A smile spread across Iruka’s lips as he stared down at their hands, Kakashi’s thumb slowly brushing over his skin. It was nice to hear someone say something nice about his father or just something at all. He didn’t speak to any of his fathers old colleagues or friends anymore so he never really heard anything about him/ Nobody knew him, or remembered him. “I think you’re a hero for serving alone..” he started, his voice still somewhat soft and cautious “A cop could save someone and see the gratefulness on their faces directly at that moment. But that’s just one person.. ” he felt the urge to compliment Kakashi, everything about him and so everything Kakashi said, Iruka had to counter “.. you got to come home and see everyone living their normal every day lives knowing you’re one of the people who is responsible for it, who made it happen and that kept them save”.
Iruka smiled at him. It wasn’t an open and friendly smile like it usually was. His lips were tightly pressed together and he turned his head. He didn’t allow himself to say another thing about his parents or what he had been through. It was something Iruka kept close to his heart and he didn’t like sharing. Talking about only small shards of his past, of his childhood and his parents always drove people wanting to ask him more. Curiosity. Iruka really couldn’t have people ask him too much, not even Kakashi and not even Naruto for that fact. His past was his and only his. “They say times heals all wounds right, i mean i’m fine now” he implied casually as if the whole case didn’t seem to bother him anymore. “I’m sure you love your father as well, even though you call him an idiot. It’s not easy losing your parent, no matter how your relationship was” he shrugged a little before saying “you shouldn’t call your father a idiot though, that’s disrespectful..” in an undertone, almost completely inaudible to the other.
He slowly removed his hands from kakashi’s when he felt them getting clammy and felt himself get a little more nervous than he should have been. Kakashi was getting close to him which was good on one way, since Iruka didn’t really have many people in his live, but on the other hand felt absolutely terrifying. “i’m glad you feel better” he said his voice silvery and kind once again “I was afraid talking about this would make you feel worse”. He touched the other males shoulder just briefly with his hands before standing up from the couch again. He really needed a walk, it didn’t matter if it was just the 2 or 3 meters he had to cross to get to the kitchen. “I don’t want to make you feel buzzed out, i’ll just have to leave them” the younger male chortled as he poured himself a glass of water. He made sure he was making it sound playful so Kakashi would in no way feel offended or got the feeling he was being serious.
Iruka just needed to take a small breather and remained in the kitchen for a short while, still able to see and talk to Kakashi. He noticed his heart pounding faster when he felt the brush of his thumb on his hand and his breath caught in his throat when he felt Kakashi’s warm lips press against his forehead. The sensation on their sitting together this closely and talking about something as personal make Iruka feel nervous all of a sudden. He liked sitting there just now but on the other hand felt anxiety creep up on him. He tried getting closer to someone before, he fell in love before and it ended up with him being both hospitalized and arrested. He couldn’t let that happen again, he didn’t allow himself to get hurt the way he did back then. No matter how save he felt being with Kakashi
Low as Kakashi's general self esteem was, he knew how to take a compliment and nodded in a silent thanks when Iruka spoke of his accomplishments. He chuckled when Iruka berated him about being disrespectful. Thinking back on his relationship with his father, somehow he felt like his old man wouldn't mind. Between their banter, wit, sassiness and the constant attempts of a grown thirty something man a five year old trying to outdo one other, their relationship was anything but respectful.
"My old man wouldn't mind, trust me on that one. As a matter of fact I think he'd be disappointed if I didn't mention him with a little edge. He was something else." Kakashi couldn't help the small, but fond smile that came to his lips, recalling the short but prominent time he had with the other Hatake. "I'll tell you more about him sometime." And for once, he meant it when he said it.
It wasn't often that he talked about his father, which was why he never noticed how it seemed to take a weight off his chest when he did. Spreading word of his father and what a good man he was made something in Kakashi's heart warm and simultaneously wonder why he hadn't come to this realization before. "And for the record," Kakashi added, "It's ok to miss your parents you know. It's ok to never be entirely ok with a loss so personal. As long as you don't let that loss consume you, that is."
Kakashi couldn't help but be disappointed when Iruka not only let go of his hand but left the sofa as well. He missed the proximity and the all too loud sigh that escaped his lips made that quite clear. "Please don't," he responded to Iruka's light joke. He'd meant for there to be humor in his tone as well, but he just couldn't manage it, rather his words came out in a wince. He sincerely hoped he hadn't made things awkward with the accidental seriousness in his voice and he cleared his throat for a moment, trying to figure out what to do next.
"You ok in there?" he asked, shifting himself so he could see into the kitchen and at the younger man that he wished would return to his side already.
Resident Records: Kakashi Hatake
Section Title: Hanare
Four years into his military service, Kakashi's men apprehended a young woman who could only be identified by the first name of Hanare. She was caught spying on his division and was said to have intel on Konoha as well. When none of his interrogation crew could get through to her, Kakashi himself took her on. He spent hours in the interrogation room with her trying to get out of her whatever information she had, but she was relentless and eventually he simply opted to keeping her as a prisoner of war so her intel could never reach her bosses.
He had her follow him around at all times so he could keep an eye on her, as she was a sneaky one and had tried to escape more than once. They spent every waking second of nearly three weeks together before he felt the value of her company and saw her as a human being instead of a prisoner of war and they spent the night together.
The following day an attempt was made to have Hanare executed as she was taking up too many resources and Kaakshi was outvoted in his word to keep her by his side. Hearing that she was to be executed, Hanare attempted to escape. Though the entire force was sent out to find her, Kakashi was finally the one that tracked her down and ultimately let her go. Konoha never faced certain doom so it was assumed that Hanare never leaked the information she had.
Kakashi never saw her again and has blocked the relationship from his mind to keep from driving himself insane with thoughts of “what if.”
Happy Mother's Day! {x}
