Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Faint ❯ Part 8 - Beautifully Shocking! ( Chapter 8 )

Sorry for the lateness of this fic. I was so carried away by my mid-term exams and my other Naruto fic (Why not? KakaNaru). I kinda … forgot? Oops!

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HOPE 8

Iruka tilted his head to one side, watching Kakashi coolly. Kakashi raised his head, seeing that Iruka had not responded to his question. His chest tightened again and he swallowed through his suddenly dry throat. Since when did Iruka made him feel this nervous?

"W-Why do you hate me? Hokage-sama sent me here to monitor your progress and so far you've been doing great. You are in perfect health now, you can move around like any other chuunin and may be even better. And you can stand the presence of others." Iruka still said nothing. "But why is it my presence near you repulses you so? I want to know because Iruka it hurts! It hurts to know that I am trying my best to help you and try to make you comfortable and heaven knows what else and all you do is just -" Kakashi stopped abruptly and massaged his temples once more. "You know, maybe you're right. I can't stand this anymore. I'll talk to Hokage-sama tomorrow morning. I think you're fit enough to start teaching in the academy."

Kakashi entered his room and changed his clothes to his ANBU uniform. He grabbed his gear and left the room, heading towards the balcony in the living room. Iruka was nowhere in the hall and was probably in his own room. Kakashi felt a sudden pain in his chest and sighed under his facemask. He slipped on his ANBU mask and left the living room to meet up with his team at the gates of the village.

*

Iruka lay in his bed on his side, contemplating on what Kakashi had just said. He hated him. Hated him for always being right. For always knowing more. He just hated him! Of all the people in the village it was Kakashi he couldn't stand. He couldn't stand his laziness, or his ways with being late. He did not like his choice of reading material. He did not like the way he spoke.

He basically did not like him.

But Kakashi always made sure that his favorite orange juice in the fridge never ran out. He made sure that his wiped his sandals first before entering the house. He made sure to always bring home beef ramen packets instead of any other flavors. He made sure that the newspaper was placed on his side of the table if ever he woke up early in weekends. He made sure that the rice was boiled just the way he liked it and that there was always enough ripe strawberries in the fridge because Iruka loved them so much. He also made sure that he did not make any sort of contact. Iruka may stand contact form kids, women and maybe some men.

But Kakashi was always an exception because he was bigger than him and his face could not be easily read.

Iruka gritted his teeth. He hated Kakashi because he made him feel week. He did not like that feeling so as much as possible he trained and kept away from the silver-haired Jounin. It was the little things that surprised Iruka. Like that morning for example. Kakashi had left early to meet the ANBU team and before he left, he brewed coffee, set a bowl of cereal on his side of table and plate of fresh strawberries beside it. Iruka remembered blushing from the sudden embarrassment and shyness that filled his very being. He had eaten the breakfast and found his cereal sweetened just the way he liked it and how Kakashi had left the leaves on the strawberries because Iruka liked to hold it from the leaves while he ate it.

"Damn you, Kakashi-sensei!" He hissed. "You always make me feel weak!"

And Iruka could not forget his face.

Nor could he forget the abusing he had gone through nearly four months ago.

Both mixing together made him all the more confused and scared.

*

Hands raked across his chest, leaving nail marks behind and cutting him in the process. Iruka was in pain too much to feel anything more. Then something big and pulsing was shoved rudely in to his mouth. He felt bile rising at the back of his throat and he tensed in horror when he realized what was in his mouth.

"Do anything stupid, you bitch and I'll kill you!"

A hand grabbed him by the hair and began to pull and push his head roughly, creating a rhythm for the man he was kneeling in front of. He was suddenly forced to support his upper weight with his arms while his pants and under clothing were torn off him ruthlessly. The rain had long stopped and he was shivering from the cold. His mouth felt full and his throat ached. Without knowing, he felt something sticky and disgusting trickle down his throat and in to his stomach. He gagged and panted, white cream dripping in the soiled earth beneath him. He wanted to vomit but before he could even react to what he had just swallowed something slightly bigger than the first one was shoved in to his mouth. The harsh contact cut his already delicate lips, the blood becoming lubricant to his already dry throat.

He collapsed on the ground, white liquid trickling down the sides of his lips much to his disgust. He couldn't even move his jaw to spit the damn thing out because it was already hurting and numb. His world suddenly flipped and he could see the night sky above him.

A sudden pain made him gasp and bit his lip as he felt something hard and rather dry poke at his entrance, then it persisted until he felt his entire pelvic region go numb. Hands were roaming about him, pinching, rubbing and scratching. Then came the teeth. Hot and horrible teeth with burning breath.

Something hot burned inside him and then he could see two pairs of smirking eyes.

*

Iruka sat up with a jolt from his bed. He stared at himself and then shivered. It was raining outside again since the summer showers had morphed to the monsoon season. He got up from the bed, fear that he'd fall asleep and dream that horrible dream again and remember the pain he had gone through. He grabbed his jacket, slipped on his sandals, stuffed his keys in to his pocket and rushed out of his apartment to the cemetery.

Maybe a few minutes with his parents would help him clear his mind.

*

Kakashi entered the apartment, supporting a minor cut on his arm that was bleeding and needed attention. He was soaked from the rain and so he took off his boots and left it by the door before rushing in to the bathroom and taking a quick shower. He came out, dressed in his sleeping clothes and then began to bandage the cut on his arm.

He had been reckless. He had faced an enemy that had a scar running across the bridge of his nose and for a moment, he thought it was Iruka, regardless of the fact that the ninja had spiky black hair and that the scar was actually a cross instead of a single line. He had an opening and so the young ninja had stabbed him with a kunai on his arm. But after that, Kakashi had slayed him before he could even triumph on what he had done.

Now, Kakashi stared at the bed, tired and above all sleepy. He briefly did a quick scan of the house before climbing in to his bed and found Iruka gone. Kakashi knew Iruka went for walks in the middle of the night and sometimes he even stayed out the whole evening. But he came home safe and looking fine and would sleep the rest of the day. As long as he got at least six hours (though Kakashi would have preferred if they were eight), Kakashi found no harm in taking walks.

But it was raining outside and it was four in the morning already. Kakashi found himself suddenly worrying. When did Iruka leave the house? Did he just leave sometime before he came? Or has he been out for a long time? Kakashi shook his head. No, Iruka wasn't irresponsible. He wouldn't stand under the cold rain like an idiot. He was probably sitting under a roof of a praying temple or under a thick tree, watching the rain.

Kakashi tried to sleep, but could not from worry. Sleep came to him one hour later, when the sun was beginning to rise. He woke up two hours later, at around 7:10 AM when the dim sunlight tickled his features through the window. It was kind of dark and gray outside, the sun's rays obscured by the thick clouds.

"And the damn rain hasn't even stopped." Kakashi mumbled and bolted up from the bed to peek in to the other room to see if Iruka had come home. He found the bed empty and messy as it was when he first checked before sleeping. His arm was hurting and the bandage was red from the blood still oozing out of the wound. Whatever sleep he longed for was now gone. He didn't feel very tired for he was worrying over a certain chuunin that hadn't come home yet.

He changed the bandage on his arm and tried not to put too much pressure on it while he made some coffee. He sat in the dining table sipping his coffee while be bit in to his toast and stared aimlessly at the wall clock. It ticked away from 7:10 until it was 8:45. The weather was not even becoming any brighter; in fact it only became darker. Kakashi knew that a typhoon was heading their way so he made a mental note to stack on batteries for the torches and some candles and matches.

He placed his mug and plate in the sink and was rinsing them when he heard the front door open. He flicked a glance at the wall clock, which read 8:48. He sighed and placed the mug and plate on the rack to dry and headed for the living room to check on Iruka as silently as he could. His eyes widened and his lips parted from under his mask as he watched Iruka literally drag his feet as he left a wet trail behind him. He was soaked to the bone and was pale from the cold that chilled his entire body.

"I-Iruka!" He gasped out and watched as the teacher lifted his head slightly and looked at him for several silent minutes.

"Kakashi-sensei, your arm is bleeding." He said calmly, watching the red color collect on Kakashi's bandaged arm. The sound of the water dripping on the parquet floor was somewhat deafening to Kakashi's ears. "There is a first-aid kit in the bathroom cupboard. Wait right here and I'll go fetch it for you. If you don't treat that wound soon, it will get infected." Kakashi was surprised that Iruka was even speaking to him when there was no need to.

"Iruka, where have you been? You're soaked!" Kakashi reasoned, not knowing whether to give support to Iruka who was threatening to collapse any second or to just remain some safe distance between himself and the chuunin. After all, he did not want him to feel uncomfortable but he was torn at what to do at the moment. But before he could even open his mouth to voice another worry, Iruka looked up at him and stared in to his single visible eye. Kakashi felt himself drown in the pools of dark, dark chocolate and found himself longing to just touch that beautiful face, kiss those rosy lips and trace his thumb across the planes of his smooth cheeks.

Kakashi felt a low gasp leave his lips as Iruka's eyelids began to close slowly and he began to fall forward. Without even hesitating, Kakashi rushed over and caught him in his arms, his cheek falling on his chest. He wasn't wearing his complete blue uniform. He did not put on his outer top and his green flak jacket, he was just wearing his inner shirt - the one attached to the mask. Iruka looked tired and his lips was parted slightly as he sucked in and let out quick puffs of breaths.

Kakashi placed a palm on Iruka's forehead and cursed. "Damn! You're burning!" He hissed and carried him swiftly from the hallway to Iruka's own room. He gently laid him on the bed and got rid of the heavy clothing he was wearing, dumping them on the floor and grabbing a towel to dry his body. He then grabbed a thick robe from Iruka's drawer and then lifted him off the now wet bed and carried him to the other room. He laid him on the bed he had just recently made and threw the blankets over him, grabbing an extra one from the closet and pulling that over Iruka too. He then went to prepare the medicine that all ninjas knew how to brew with a few basic herbs that could get rid of any chill or cold. He made Iruka drink it, rubbing his throat so that he could mechanically swallow it. Once he had emptied the entire cup Kakashi had prepared, his breathing began to even out and the flush on his cheeks slowly began to disappear.

Kakashi made him drink the herbal drink every one-hour until Iruka was no longer burning hot with fever. Kakashi declined all missions assigned to him and reported to Hokage about what happened to Iruka. Tsunade had been furious and launched in to a long lecture about how he had neglected his duty as Iruka's guard and watcher.

Kakashi did not take any of Tsunade's words to heart since he was busy worrying about Iruka. When he got home, he found Iruka as he was on his bed, in a deep healing sleep.

Kakashi sighed and sat on the armchair near the bed and opened a copy of his Icha Icha Paradise and began to read. Later on, he dozed off, the book lying over his face, a hand behind his head while the other lay on his chest.

TBC

Ha! Of all the chapters I have typed out, I think this is the most messed up one. So many asterix! Argh!

Anyway, tell me what you lovely people think! Should I make a lemon? Or lime? But I don't think I will archive it here. I will find another site that hosts NC-17 fics and provide a link. But do you guys want some steamy action?

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