A Man's Priorities"Kakashi! Don't go!" Iruka's voice was filled with despair and his whole body was shaking. He darted his hand towards the silent jounin, his wide eyes secretly begging for forgiveness, wishing to make him stay; to make him forgive and to make everything right again.A Man's Priorities9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He couldn't see the other man's face, yet he could picture it very clearly within his mind: The stern expression of his face, the look of disappointment in his uncovered eye, the grim line that would be his mouth…
The chuunin's slender fingers were close to the familiar cloth; to the warmth that was Kakashi. Just a little bit more… Just a little bit more and Iruka could reach him. If he could reach him, he could make him stay, he was sure. It had to be that way. However, before that happened, there was a cloud of smoke and the next moment the jounin was gone.
Iruka stood there, his hand still in the air, his fingertips still lingering to touch his lover and his face filled with a horrid expression. Kakashi was not coming ba
Kakashi In the Hot SpringsKakashi had just come back from the Zabuza mission. He did not show it, but he was shaken somehow. One more time, he had finished the business, doing what needed to be done, risking his life and taking away another one. Deciding that he needed to let his mind calm down, he headed towards the hot springs. Warm baths are the more relaxing thing that exists.Kakashi In the Hot Springs9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A few minutes later, Kakashi was relaxing in the springs, halfway deep in the water, pondering on a ninja's life. He was already beginning to soak, but he paid no attention. Haku's wide eyes came to his mind. The blood and the light of thunder. The sound of a thousand birds. It was true that they were tools, never supposed to show their true feelings and always serve others instead of themselves.
The heat was making him now uncomfortable, droplets of liquid running down his skin. It was strange how the water was so smooth and yet powerful at the same time; just like how a ninja should be. Changing shapes, but never according to it's w
KxI: 1:47 in the MorningIruka awoke with a start and the very distinct feeling that he was needed somewhere at exactly 1:47 in the morning. He hadn't been woken up by such an intense feeling of being needed since Naruto was a small child and the village had left him to his own devices to see if the Kyuubi wouldn't manage to kill itself.KxI: 1:47 in the Morning9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Naruto wasn't here, though, and Iruka doubted very much that fifteen-year-old needed him badly enough to trigger that sense in him when nothing else had for years. No, it had to be someone else, someone close to him.
Someone he knew and cared about deeply who'd been on an S-class mission for nearly a month now.
Iruka got to his feet, extracting himself from the tangle of blankets, and made his way quickly to the door. He didn't care how early it was or that he was dressed only in his flannel pajama pants. If Kakashi were in enough danger to trigger his sixth sense like this then Tsunade would just have to deal with it.
Iruka slipped into his sandals and opened the door wide…on
KakaIru drabbleIt started with just a fleeting moment of eye contact. Those chocolate brown eyes caused a pang in Kakashi's stomach.KakaIru drabble9 years ago in Scraps More Like This
The next occurrence was a small brush of tan fingers against pale skin as a missions report was handed in. The touch sent lightning through Kakashi's veins.
A chance meeting at the Ramen shop allowed their first conversation. The chunin's smile made Kakashi do the same.
When the Hokage sent for a ninja to go on a special mission, Kakashi was called. A worried, 'Be careful', in the mission's office, gave him all the initiative he needed.
Two weeks later Kakashi returned. Heading home, a silhouette approached him in the street. A surprised, 'Kakashi?' was followed by a sudden embrace. He had never received a greater welcome.
When asked where he lived, it was decided by the concerned chunin, that it was too far for him to walk. An arm around his shoulders supported the tired jounin to t