Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ I'll Cover You ❯ Kakashi's Prolouge ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: tsukiraven 
When Iruka is at death's door, Kakashi finds himself plagued by memeories of their time together.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.28.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 881 | Status: Work In Progress
When Iruka is at death's door, Kakashi finds himself plagued by memeories of their time together.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.28.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 881 | Status: Work In Progress
a/n: After a very depressing KakaIru story that I am still crying over, I decided to make one of my own. Please enjoi, feel free to make requests from any of the series's I have writen for. Love!
Disclaimer: The pairing, yes I would love to own. The story line... not so much in the way of the sadness. But I own neither. Nor do I own Rent.
Warning: Shonen-ai and AU.
Induced By: Rent music, being sick, and endless KakaIru fics.
flashback
'thought'
"dialogue"
story
I'll Cover You- Chappie 1
Iruka, sweetie? You have a cold. Here, let me wipe your nose for you.
Iruka-sensei? Gah, your nose is running! Lemme get it for you.
Kakashi remembered what Iruka told him. Why he had burst into laughter when Kakashi had tried to wipe his nose. Why, on closer inspection, his laughter was really tears flooding down his tanned face. Iruka had explained that his mother always used to do the same thing, whenever he had a cold as a child. From that moment, Kakashi decided that he would take care of Umino Iruka if it meant his own life.
Having little to no experience in the way of love or crying chuunins, Kakashi didn't really know how to handle either. That day when Iruka mentioned his mother, Kakashi saw the younger man cry for the first time. That day when Kakashi saw Iruka crying, he fell in love with the man.
He spent more time with the man, got to know him. If Iruka thought it was odd that the masked jounin was spending more time with him as they became closer, he never showed it. Kakashi went from being about as welcome as a hole in the head, to being as welcome-if not more so- than Naruto.
Iruka could sing. His voice was the bset Kakashi had ever heard. It was smooth and melodic, low and smoky and could make the jounin shiver. He could hear any song once and reproduce it flawlessly. Seemingly effortlessly.
Surprisingly, Iruka was dyslexic. Numbers and letters often appeared backwards to him, and made grading papers sometimes as hellish as a deadly mission. Kakashi had always been a speed reader, good at memorizing every thing he read, but he never teased Iruka. Iruka teased him.
Iruka was a god of arts. He could draw, paint, sing, and hell, he was even a good writer once you got around the disability. He could act too. Kakashi remembered going to see a movie with him once. A musical called Rent. It was a beautiful starry night when the left the theatre, and Iruka was still sobbing slightly. Honestly, Kakashi never saw any point to cry for a fictional setting or character. He saved it for reality. But Iruka... Sweet, sweet Iruka...
"I think they meant it when they said you can't buy love, now I know you can Rent it, but at least you are my love!" Iruka sang happily, trotting next to Kakashi. Kakashi sighed and hung back slightly, a smile visible in his eye. Iruka paused and glared at Kakashi. "What? You said you liked the movie."
"I just don't know how you liked it so much."
"How could you not?! It was a masterpiece! Remind me to thank Tsunade-sama for mentioning it to me."
Kakashi playfully rolled his visible eye. "Duly noted."
Iruka turned and pouted, giving Kakashi what he called 'Iruka-sensei's famous pouty lip'. Indeed, it was a trick not to be messed with. "Tell me you liked it, you know you did!"
"I did."
"Sincerly!!"
"Yes, Iruka-sensei. I don't think I was fully alive before seeing such a display of granduer! And I shall never feel as alive again as I did while watching it."
Iruka paused, trying to figure out if he'd been insulted. Then, he burst into laughter. "Kakashi-san! Be serious!"
"I have never been more serious, Iruka-sensei."
"Yeah, yeah." Iruka, still chuckling, lifted his head to the stars. "Beautiful view, ne Kakashi-san?"
"Yes," Kakashi whispered, looking directly at the chuunin. "Beautiful."
Two, no, almost three years ago. It seemed to Kakashi like an eternity. Sighing as he remembered his life with Iruka, Kakashi looked back onto all of the events that had made him so happy. Talking with Iruka. Going out with Iruka. Eating Ramen with Iruka. Kissing Iruka....
"Kakashi... Did you just kiss me?"
He still remembered the indignant squwak as the perfectly chaste kiss had registered in the Umino's mind. The stuttering, blushing, adorable Umino. He had swiftly pulled down his mask and given Iruka a small peck on the cheek as he looked the other way. He had whirled around, almost bumping noses with the jounin as he straightened his mask.
"Why, yes. Yes I did."
And angry glare. "If you're gonna kiss me while I'm not looking, at least do it properly!"
Kakashi lazily raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" But Iruka had become distracted by a sight just over Kakashi's left shoulder.
"Oi! Naruto-kun, over here!" Iruka waved, smiling. Kakashi turned around to say hello to the Uzumaki brat, and was greeted with a crowed hall of jounin. No Naruto in sight. He was about to mention this to Iruka, when the aforementioned chuunin grabbed Kakashi's mask, tugged it down and gave the jounin a soft kiss on the lips. He pulled away smugly. "That's how you kiss someone when they're not looking."
All of these thoughts swirled around in Kakashi's mind as he tried his hardest not to dwell on the situation. That kiss had been a side of Umino Iruka that Hatake Kakashi had never seen. No wonder all of the Academy children were scared of him.
Many more sweet kisses followed, courtesy of both Iruka and Kakashi. Both men were fiercely protective of each other. Kakashi probably more so than Iruka. And even when he thought he knew everything about the chuunin, Iruka still always found a way to suprise him.
"Kakashi-san!" Iruka bowled into Kakashi's apartment without bothering to knock. His face was pale and drawn, his eyes ringed by shadows, his hair unbound in a cloud over his shoulders. Kakashi looked up from the couch and set down the loud orange novel he'd been reading.
He raised a hand in greeting. "Iruka-kun," he had long since taken to calling the chuuning by a slightly more personal name. "What's the matter? I only just got back an hour or so you know. You're lucky you chose this moment to come. If you want, I can make some--"
"I don't care about any of that!!" Iruka all but screamed, stomping over to Kakashi's side and giving the jounin a good hard shake. "Why didn't you tell me you were going to be late? Two friken weeks late!!"
Kakashi had never seen the young man so frightened. It was scary. "Iruka, I had no control--"
"Shut it! Do you know how w-worried I was? I waited up every night, I didn't even sleep! I had no way to know if you were okay, or if you were dead!! All I could think about was you! You and your stupid smug look that you get whenevr you're right, you and your sharingan, you and how I didn't know if I'd ever be able to tell you that I'm in love with you!!" Iruka's head drooped. "B-beacause I'm so in love with you, K-Kakashi..." Iruka began to sob, loud racking sobs that sounded as if he were crying from his very soul. He collapsed to the floor and cried.
Kakashi was up in an instant, his arms around his lover to comfort him, whispering soothing words and patting the shuddering chuunin's hair."Shhh... It's okay, Ruka, it's okay. I won't leave you. I love you too, it's okay."
Kakashi never again told Iruka when his mission was supposed to end. He didn't want his dolphin to have a heart attack from stress. From then on, Kakashi almost always used nicknames like 'Ruka' or 'Ruru'. By Iruka, he was fondly called Kakashi or Kashi.
Like now. Kakashi's mind was numb. He had no feeling save for the pale hand enclosed in his own. The bruises and lacerations did not pain him, nor did the black eye around his sharingan. He did not wear his mask. What need was there for it in the hospital? What hut was that his lover had taken a kunai directly in the chest for him, because he'd been too damn distracted to take it himself.
He still remembered it all in slow motion. The assassin had hit the wrong person and ran away. Kakashi caught Iruka's body as it crumpled to the ground. Chocolate brown eyes reached his mismatched ones and smiled. Iruka tried to speak but Kakashi shushed him. He remembered carrying his Iruka to the dolphin, talking to him the whole time, whispering his name and other ties.
Now he only had one thing to fear. Iruka dying. If Iruka was to leave him... no, he couldn't think like that. He couldn't. Iruka was strong, Iruka would be fine.
"Ruka," he whispered, bringing the pale hand to his lips. "Ruka, Ruka, my Ruka..." 'My lovely, beautiful, strong, Iruka....'
Naruto was behind him, crying his heart out. Sakura was comforting Naruto as best she could, tears running down her own face. Sasuke had crumpled into the corner, his arms around his knees, wide eyes staring at the forms of his two sensei's.
Tears rolled down Kakashi's unmasked face, falling onto his Iruka's hand. "Ruka, Iruka..." A mantra, as though Iruka needed to hear his own voice to find the way back to conciousness. The menacing black machines behind Iruka clicked and beeped and whirred. One small one beeped in time with Iruka's heartbeat. And then Kakashi got an idea. It was worth a try... and he had loved that movie so much...
"I've longed to discover something as true as this is," he sang, his voice cracking as he did so. His students looked up, watching. Naruto sniffed. "Open your door, I'll be your tennant. Don't got much baggage to lay at your feet. But sweet kisses I've got to spare. I'll be there and I'll cover you--" a large sob escaped his lips, but he was not to be stopped. His students watched in silent awe. "Oh, I think they meant it when they said you can't buy love. Now, I know you can rent it, but at least you are my love. My life... All my life..." His heart was breaking as the machine beeped a stange rythm to his song. And then he heard something.
"Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes," Sakura whispered, looking up at Kakashi with large viridian eyes. "With a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you." Leave it to Sakura to have seen such an emotional movie and have memorized the saddest song. They sang together for minutes... hours...
Naruto and Sasuke had picked up the song, and all four of them sang until they couldn't anymore. Dead silence. Then, Iruka's hand twitched in Kakashi's own.
a/n: Yeah, I know I'm evil. Sue me. But, I started to cry so I figured that I had better leave it. Review and Request and I'll definetly post more as soon as I can.
Disclaimer: The pairing, yes I would love to own. The story line... not so much in the way of the sadness. But I own neither. Nor do I own Rent.
Warning: Shonen-ai and AU.
Induced By: Rent music, being sick, and endless KakaIru fics.
flashback
'thought'
"dialogue"
story
I'll Cover You- Chappie 1
Iruka, sweetie? You have a cold. Here, let me wipe your nose for you.
Iruka-sensei? Gah, your nose is running! Lemme get it for you.
Kakashi remembered what Iruka told him. Why he had burst into laughter when Kakashi had tried to wipe his nose. Why, on closer inspection, his laughter was really tears flooding down his tanned face. Iruka had explained that his mother always used to do the same thing, whenever he had a cold as a child. From that moment, Kakashi decided that he would take care of Umino Iruka if it meant his own life.
Having little to no experience in the way of love or crying chuunins, Kakashi didn't really know how to handle either. That day when Iruka mentioned his mother, Kakashi saw the younger man cry for the first time. That day when Kakashi saw Iruka crying, he fell in love with the man.
He spent more time with the man, got to know him. If Iruka thought it was odd that the masked jounin was spending more time with him as they became closer, he never showed it. Kakashi went from being about as welcome as a hole in the head, to being as welcome-if not more so- than Naruto.
Iruka could sing. His voice was the bset Kakashi had ever heard. It was smooth and melodic, low and smoky and could make the jounin shiver. He could hear any song once and reproduce it flawlessly. Seemingly effortlessly.
Surprisingly, Iruka was dyslexic. Numbers and letters often appeared backwards to him, and made grading papers sometimes as hellish as a deadly mission. Kakashi had always been a speed reader, good at memorizing every thing he read, but he never teased Iruka. Iruka teased him.
Iruka was a god of arts. He could draw, paint, sing, and hell, he was even a good writer once you got around the disability. He could act too. Kakashi remembered going to see a movie with him once. A musical called Rent. It was a beautiful starry night when the left the theatre, and Iruka was still sobbing slightly. Honestly, Kakashi never saw any point to cry for a fictional setting or character. He saved it for reality. But Iruka... Sweet, sweet Iruka...
"I think they meant it when they said you can't buy love, now I know you can Rent it, but at least you are my love!" Iruka sang happily, trotting next to Kakashi. Kakashi sighed and hung back slightly, a smile visible in his eye. Iruka paused and glared at Kakashi. "What? You said you liked the movie."
"I just don't know how you liked it so much."
"How could you not?! It was a masterpiece! Remind me to thank Tsunade-sama for mentioning it to me."
Kakashi playfully rolled his visible eye. "Duly noted."
Iruka turned and pouted, giving Kakashi what he called 'Iruka-sensei's famous pouty lip'. Indeed, it was a trick not to be messed with. "Tell me you liked it, you know you did!"
"I did."
"Sincerly!!"
"Yes, Iruka-sensei. I don't think I was fully alive before seeing such a display of granduer! And I shall never feel as alive again as I did while watching it."
Iruka paused, trying to figure out if he'd been insulted. Then, he burst into laughter. "Kakashi-san! Be serious!"
"I have never been more serious, Iruka-sensei."
"Yeah, yeah." Iruka, still chuckling, lifted his head to the stars. "Beautiful view, ne Kakashi-san?"
"Yes," Kakashi whispered, looking directly at the chuunin. "Beautiful."
Two, no, almost three years ago. It seemed to Kakashi like an eternity. Sighing as he remembered his life with Iruka, Kakashi looked back onto all of the events that had made him so happy. Talking with Iruka. Going out with Iruka. Eating Ramen with Iruka. Kissing Iruka....
"Kakashi... Did you just kiss me?"
He still remembered the indignant squwak as the perfectly chaste kiss had registered in the Umino's mind. The stuttering, blushing, adorable Umino. He had swiftly pulled down his mask and given Iruka a small peck on the cheek as he looked the other way. He had whirled around, almost bumping noses with the jounin as he straightened his mask.
"Why, yes. Yes I did."
And angry glare. "If you're gonna kiss me while I'm not looking, at least do it properly!"
Kakashi lazily raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" But Iruka had become distracted by a sight just over Kakashi's left shoulder.
"Oi! Naruto-kun, over here!" Iruka waved, smiling. Kakashi turned around to say hello to the Uzumaki brat, and was greeted with a crowed hall of jounin. No Naruto in sight. He was about to mention this to Iruka, when the aforementioned chuunin grabbed Kakashi's mask, tugged it down and gave the jounin a soft kiss on the lips. He pulled away smugly. "That's how you kiss someone when they're not looking."
All of these thoughts swirled around in Kakashi's mind as he tried his hardest not to dwell on the situation. That kiss had been a side of Umino Iruka that Hatake Kakashi had never seen. No wonder all of the Academy children were scared of him.
Many more sweet kisses followed, courtesy of both Iruka and Kakashi. Both men were fiercely protective of each other. Kakashi probably more so than Iruka. And even when he thought he knew everything about the chuunin, Iruka still always found a way to suprise him.
"Kakashi-san!" Iruka bowled into Kakashi's apartment without bothering to knock. His face was pale and drawn, his eyes ringed by shadows, his hair unbound in a cloud over his shoulders. Kakashi looked up from the couch and set down the loud orange novel he'd been reading.
He raised a hand in greeting. "Iruka-kun," he had long since taken to calling the chuuning by a slightly more personal name. "What's the matter? I only just got back an hour or so you know. You're lucky you chose this moment to come. If you want, I can make some--"
"I don't care about any of that!!" Iruka all but screamed, stomping over to Kakashi's side and giving the jounin a good hard shake. "Why didn't you tell me you were going to be late? Two friken weeks late!!"
Kakashi had never seen the young man so frightened. It was scary. "Iruka, I had no control--"
"Shut it! Do you know how w-worried I was? I waited up every night, I didn't even sleep! I had no way to know if you were okay, or if you were dead!! All I could think about was you! You and your stupid smug look that you get whenevr you're right, you and your sharingan, you and how I didn't know if I'd ever be able to tell you that I'm in love with you!!" Iruka's head drooped. "B-beacause I'm so in love with you, K-Kakashi..." Iruka began to sob, loud racking sobs that sounded as if he were crying from his very soul. He collapsed to the floor and cried.
Kakashi was up in an instant, his arms around his lover to comfort him, whispering soothing words and patting the shuddering chuunin's hair."Shhh... It's okay, Ruka, it's okay. I won't leave you. I love you too, it's okay."
Kakashi never again told Iruka when his mission was supposed to end. He didn't want his dolphin to have a heart attack from stress. From then on, Kakashi almost always used nicknames like 'Ruka' or 'Ruru'. By Iruka, he was fondly called Kakashi or Kashi.
Like now. Kakashi's mind was numb. He had no feeling save for the pale hand enclosed in his own. The bruises and lacerations did not pain him, nor did the black eye around his sharingan. He did not wear his mask. What need was there for it in the hospital? What hut was that his lover had taken a kunai directly in the chest for him, because he'd been too damn distracted to take it himself.
He still remembered it all in slow motion. The assassin had hit the wrong person and ran away. Kakashi caught Iruka's body as it crumpled to the ground. Chocolate brown eyes reached his mismatched ones and smiled. Iruka tried to speak but Kakashi shushed him. He remembered carrying his Iruka to the dolphin, talking to him the whole time, whispering his name and other ties.
Now he only had one thing to fear. Iruka dying. If Iruka was to leave him... no, he couldn't think like that. He couldn't. Iruka was strong, Iruka would be fine.
"Ruka," he whispered, bringing the pale hand to his lips. "Ruka, Ruka, my Ruka..." 'My lovely, beautiful, strong, Iruka....'
Naruto was behind him, crying his heart out. Sakura was comforting Naruto as best she could, tears running down her own face. Sasuke had crumpled into the corner, his arms around his knees, wide eyes staring at the forms of his two sensei's.
Tears rolled down Kakashi's unmasked face, falling onto his Iruka's hand. "Ruka, Iruka..." A mantra, as though Iruka needed to hear his own voice to find the way back to conciousness. The menacing black machines behind Iruka clicked and beeped and whirred. One small one beeped in time with Iruka's heartbeat. And then Kakashi got an idea. It was worth a try... and he had loved that movie so much...
"I've longed to discover something as true as this is," he sang, his voice cracking as he did so. His students looked up, watching. Naruto sniffed. "Open your door, I'll be your tennant. Don't got much baggage to lay at your feet. But sweet kisses I've got to spare. I'll be there and I'll cover you--" a large sob escaped his lips, but he was not to be stopped. His students watched in silent awe. "Oh, I think they meant it when they said you can't buy love. Now, I know you can rent it, but at least you are my love. My life... All my life..." His heart was breaking as the machine beeped a stange rythm to his song. And then he heard something.
"Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes," Sakura whispered, looking up at Kakashi with large viridian eyes. "With a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you." Leave it to Sakura to have seen such an emotional movie and have memorized the saddest song. They sang together for minutes... hours...
Naruto and Sasuke had picked up the song, and all four of them sang until they couldn't anymore. Dead silence. Then, Iruka's hand twitched in Kakashi's own.
a/n: Yeah, I know I'm evil. Sue me. But, I started to cry so I figured that I had better leave it. Review and Request and I'll definetly post more as soon as I can.