Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ I'll Cover You ❯ Goodbye, My Old Love ( Chapter 8 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: tsukiraven 
Iruka ponders on his past with Mizuki. Kakashi is always there to comfort him.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.27.2006 | Updated On: 02.27.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 454 | Status: Work In Progress
Iruka ponders on his past with Mizuki. Kakashi is always there to comfort him.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.27.2006 | Updated On: 02.27.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 454 | Status: Work In Progress
tsukiraven: I got Rent! I got Rent! I am absolutely overjoyed because....
Naruto: (whispered to Sasuke and Sakura) She got Rent?
tsukiraven: Because I got Rent!! --happy tworl--
Sasuke: What the hell? You spelled "twirl" wrong.
tsukiraven: No, I didn't.
Sasuke: Yes, you did. You clearly replaced the i with an o. You wrote tworl. Not twirl.
tsukiraven: It's my ficcy and I'll damn well do as I please! As a matter of fact Sasuke, I think I'd like you better drunk!
Sakura: You can't just do that do Sasuke-kun!
Sasuke: (draped over Naruto) --yawns-- You're so pretty, Naru-chan...
tsukiraven: Yes, and I think I'd like Naruto better in beige, Sakura better with a mohawk, Kakashi with an eye patch instead of a Konoha headband, Iruka with his hair down, Gaara with a heart on his temple instead of a kanji character, and... and... --falls asleep--
Kakashi: Aww.. she ranted herself to sleep again.
Iruka: (motherly smile) She'll sleep well tonight.
Naruto: Arrgghh!! Gerrof me, Sasuke-bastard! Thank God that Tsuki-san doesn't own us, or Rent. Think of what would happen!!
Sakura: --shudders-- Mohawk....
I'll Cover You, Chappie 8
If you expect everything Iruka, you'll never get anything. I don't expect everything... just you. Can you do it?
N...No, Mizuki. I can't. I think that I love you, but I can't.
These images... they haunted him. Terrified and tormented him. Iruka was a man of strength. Of dignity and (some could object to this) innocence. And, he was loyal. Loyal like the ninjas of the village that he loved. Loyal like the nin-dogs of the man he loved. But this... this was a feeling beyond any place of low. This was filthy.
Mizuki was a past thing. Someone that he had honestly thought that he had loved with all of his heart. Until he betrayed him.
Iruka lay on his bed, thinking of the days previous events. Naruto had not been able to pass, and part of the sensei felt very, very guilty. Like, in some way he was prejudiced against the Kyuubi-vessel from the very start.
'It's alright,' Mizuki had purred into his ear one night. 'It's natural that you dislike Uzumaki-kun for what he had done to you.' And Iruka had clung to those word in an attempt to give himself a solid reason for hating Naruto.
But now that he had failed... something had stirred inside of the chuunin. Sympathy for another orphan, perhaps?
---
Now he was chasing Mizuki. The man that he supposedly loved. The man that had brainwashed him into hating Naruto so he could have his way with stealing the scroll.
Disguised as Naruto, he leapt from branch to branch, a disguised log on his back, henge-ed to look like a scroll. A lithe form sprung from the branches beside him. It was himself.
"Naruto, everything Mizuki said right now was a lie! Just give me the scroll and we can talk about this! Please Naruto!" The doppelganger said. Iruka, in Naruto's borrowed form, narrowed his eyes and drove his shoulder straight into the imposter's stomach. The force of the blow knocked them both backwards and sent them sprawling to the ground.
With a poof of gray colored smoke, Iruka was Mizuki again. "How did you know I wasn't your sensei?" He asked. A hard, leery edge that Iruka had never heard presided, and it scared the dolphin.
"Because I am." Iruka, releasing his own henge, tossed the now useless log aside. "Mizuki--"
"I know, you're going to ask me 'why' right?" Mizuki stood and walked the short distance to Iruka, placed his fingers under the dolphin's chin and lifted. The two stared into each other's eyes. "Why? Well, I've heard that good sensei's always ask good questions. But 'why' is so general...."
"Mizuki, I--"
"Shush, shush. You see, Iruka, I want it all. Power, money, sex, all of it. I want you too, lover." Mizuki blew a heated puff of breath onto Iruka's cheek. Iruka had never felt more cold. "You said you'd be with me, didn't you? Come with me Iruka."
Mizuki's fingers pressed dangerously close on his throat. Iruka swallowed hard. "Wha...what?"
Mizuki crushed his lips against Iruka. After a moment, he pulled back and smiled. A loving, warm smile that promised Iruka that everything would be alright. Mizuki would be there to love and protect him for as long as they were together. Above said smile was a pair of cold, calculating eyes. Iruka shuddered.
"Come with me... Be with me, Iruka. I love you. Don't let your desire to coddle one orphan fox blind you to that. I was your first kiss, Iruka. Your first love, you said it yourself. You were the first one that I ever truly loved. Come with me... I could be your first everything," Mizuki lowered his spare hand to skim the length of Iruka's inner thigh. Iruka shuddered again.
It was like he was seeing his love for the first time. No... not his love. Mizuki, a man named Mizuki. Someone who had used Iruka's influence into the Academy to infiltrate and exert his own power over Naruto. Someone who had betrayed him someone who never loved him.
"Your first love," Mizuki continued, pressing his lips against Iruka's cheek, "Your first lover," He began to trail kisses down Iruka's throat. "Your only lover... Iruka, stay with me. Forget about Naruto, forget about Konoha. Everything except me. Let me be your life." Mizuki pulled himself away from Iruka, sitting back on his heels. "I've heard, in the new village of the Sound, there's a legendary ninja- Orochimaru--"
"Stop. Mizuki... you don't know what you're saying--"
This time, Mizuki interrupted Iruka. "I don't know? Orochimaru--"
"Betrayed the village!!"
"So did I."
"Why?"
"The power Iruka. Orochimaru can grant eternal life. Come with me. Leave this village that you say you love so much, and join me. Forever... we could be together forever." Mizuki's eyes sparkled dangerously.
"I.. I don't know..."
"Iruka, if you expect alot you will always be disappointed." Mizuki scoffed. "They expected alot out of the young boy, Uchiha Itachi. And look what happened; he slaughtered his entire clan. Disappointment." Mizuki chuckled darkly.
Iruka shook his head. This wasn't... this wasn't the way it was supposed to be. The Mizuki he knew would never make fun of a massacre like that... Never, no. He wouldn't abandon Konoha. "I won't leave my work. The children."
"Iruka's got his work," Mizuki stood up and glared down at Iruka, all pretenses of love gone. "They say Iruka lives for his work, and Iruka loves his work," Mizuki spat at Iruka's feet. "Iruka hides in his work."
Iruka's eyes widened. "From what?" He was too stunned to say anything else.
"From facing your failure, facing your loneliness and the fact that your life will always be meaningless. You're detached Iruka." Mizuki leaned down once again. He placed his face in the hollow of Iruka's neck and chuckled darkly. Iruka backed right up to the tree. "You preach love to your students and tell them to live the proud and noble life of a ninja; fearless and brave. But what of you?" Mizuki placed a hand on Iruka's chest, flat against his beating heart. "You're too scared to lift a finger to fight me."
Iruka groaned. 'Mizuki... Why?' "Do you... How..."
Mizuki bunched his hand in the cloth of Iruka's flak vest and pulled, hoisting Iruka up to his feet. He shoved the chuunin against the tree and captured his face in his hands. "Iruka... why do you bring love into every conversation?"
"You don't, do you..."
"I'm above those emotions, Iruka. I'm above them, and I can see I made a wrong choice. I can see that I'm above you as well." He hefted his large throwing star up, preparing to launch it at Iruka. His expression never changed. "You insist on protecting the little fox?"
Without Mizuki's hand to hold him, Iruka fell against the base of the tree. "Yes.." he breathed. "With my life. To me, he's not the demon Kyuubi. He's a ninja, an excellent one- from the village of Konoha. Uzumaki Naruto!"
---
Iruka was a wreck. He couldn't stop thought- not just those about Mizuki- from tumbling into his mind at random times. Appointments that he had made two years ago, old dates with Kakashi, class schedules, and other jumbled nonsense made its way into his head at random times. He feared that he was going insane. Would Kakashi still love him if he was crazy?
His troubling thoughts were greeted by a thumping noise. Kakashi must be home, shaking the rain from outside off of his clothing. Kakashi....
"Iruka, I'm home!" Kakashi's head appeared through the crack in the bedroom door. Rain dripped unceromoniously of of his tufts of hair down onto the floor. Groceries were slung all around him. "I made an appointment for you to see Raven tomorrow for your meds. Were you bored--" Kakashi cut himself off with one look at Iruka's face. The younger man was pale and drawn, sitting on the far edge of Kakashi's overly large bed. His knees were drawn up against his chest, and his hair was hanging in greasy strands around his face. Deep shadows were etched under wide, scared eyes. The groceries fell to the ground.
"Iruka," Kakashi whispered, darting to his lover's side. He scooped Iruka's into his arms. Unable to help himself, the chuunin tried to blink back hot tears. "It's okay, Love, it's okay." Iruka tensed.
"Ka...Kakashi?"
"Iruka?"
"Do you mean it?"
Kakashi blinked, halfway through pulling down his mask. "What?"
"When you call me Love. When you say that you love me."
"Iruka..." Kakashi sighed. He pulled the young man into his arms. "I have always loved you. Ever since I saw you, ever since before I saw you I think, I have been madly in love with you. I only wish that I could take all of the poison from your veins and keep it. I don't want to see you in pain, Iruka. I know that I'm a bastard. I don't deserve you. I won't ever deserve you."
"But I need you. I'm a selfish, perverted prick and I will never let you go. I love you too much to let anyone else have you. You mean so much to me... more than anything else. I love you so much it hurts, Iruka." Kakashi leaned down and nuzzled into Iruka's neck. "Do you want more of an explanation, my love?"
Iruka sighed, letting out a contented breath. "No, My Kakashi." Kakashi wasn't like Mizuki. Kakashi wouldn't turn out like Mizuki. He was sure of it. Yes, a better future. "I believe you." Iruka turned to look at his scarecrow. Kakashi was peering down at him, concern easily noticable in his eyes. Iruka leaned up, no hesitation, and planted a loving kiss on the man's lips.
Kakashi, no hesitation, returned the kiss. When a need for air presided, they broke apart. Kakashi cupped Iruka's face in his hands. "I love you," Kakashi whispered. "Don't ever think that I don't."
"Kakashi... don't ever leave me. Please..."
"I won't. Not if I can help it. Don't leave me, okay?"
"Never." Iruka nestled against Kakashi's chest, falling into mercifully dreamless slumber.
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tsukiraven: That was the best chappie in a while. But, I have some explaining to do.
The reason I haven't update for awhile is because I was flamed. I lost alot of confidence from that one flame, it made me feel horrible. I'm sorry that this happens, but I have one more thing to say:
It says yaoi in the warnings, and summary. Don't like it, don't read it. Capice?
Thanks for your reviews, if I hadn't gotten any, I would have discontinued this story. I don't want to. I love you all for you kind words and encouragement. As always, constructive critism is, of course, always welcome. Peace out.
Naruto: (whispered to Sasuke and Sakura) She got Rent?
tsukiraven: Because I got Rent!! --happy tworl--
Sasuke: What the hell? You spelled "twirl" wrong.
tsukiraven: No, I didn't.
Sasuke: Yes, you did. You clearly replaced the i with an o. You wrote tworl. Not twirl.
tsukiraven: It's my ficcy and I'll damn well do as I please! As a matter of fact Sasuke, I think I'd like you better drunk!
Sakura: You can't just do that do Sasuke-kun!
Sasuke: (draped over Naruto) --yawns-- You're so pretty, Naru-chan...
tsukiraven: Yes, and I think I'd like Naruto better in beige, Sakura better with a mohawk, Kakashi with an eye patch instead of a Konoha headband, Iruka with his hair down, Gaara with a heart on his temple instead of a kanji character, and... and... --falls asleep--
Kakashi: Aww.. she ranted herself to sleep again.
Iruka: (motherly smile) She'll sleep well tonight.
Naruto: Arrgghh!! Gerrof me, Sasuke-bastard! Thank God that Tsuki-san doesn't own us, or Rent. Think of what would happen!!
Sakura: --shudders-- Mohawk....
I'll Cover You, Chappie 8
If you expect everything Iruka, you'll never get anything. I don't expect everything... just you. Can you do it?
N...No, Mizuki. I can't. I think that I love you, but I can't.
These images... they haunted him. Terrified and tormented him. Iruka was a man of strength. Of dignity and (some could object to this) innocence. And, he was loyal. Loyal like the ninjas of the village that he loved. Loyal like the nin-dogs of the man he loved. But this... this was a feeling beyond any place of low. This was filthy.
Mizuki was a past thing. Someone that he had honestly thought that he had loved with all of his heart. Until he betrayed him.
Iruka lay on his bed, thinking of the days previous events. Naruto had not been able to pass, and part of the sensei felt very, very guilty. Like, in some way he was prejudiced against the Kyuubi-vessel from the very start.
'It's alright,' Mizuki had purred into his ear one night. 'It's natural that you dislike Uzumaki-kun for what he had done to you.' And Iruka had clung to those word in an attempt to give himself a solid reason for hating Naruto.
But now that he had failed... something had stirred inside of the chuunin. Sympathy for another orphan, perhaps?
---
Now he was chasing Mizuki. The man that he supposedly loved. The man that had brainwashed him into hating Naruto so he could have his way with stealing the scroll.
Disguised as Naruto, he leapt from branch to branch, a disguised log on his back, henge-ed to look like a scroll. A lithe form sprung from the branches beside him. It was himself.
"Naruto, everything Mizuki said right now was a lie! Just give me the scroll and we can talk about this! Please Naruto!" The doppelganger said. Iruka, in Naruto's borrowed form, narrowed his eyes and drove his shoulder straight into the imposter's stomach. The force of the blow knocked them both backwards and sent them sprawling to the ground.
With a poof of gray colored smoke, Iruka was Mizuki again. "How did you know I wasn't your sensei?" He asked. A hard, leery edge that Iruka had never heard presided, and it scared the dolphin.
"Because I am." Iruka, releasing his own henge, tossed the now useless log aside. "Mizuki--"
"I know, you're going to ask me 'why' right?" Mizuki stood and walked the short distance to Iruka, placed his fingers under the dolphin's chin and lifted. The two stared into each other's eyes. "Why? Well, I've heard that good sensei's always ask good questions. But 'why' is so general...."
"Mizuki, I--"
"Shush, shush. You see, Iruka, I want it all. Power, money, sex, all of it. I want you too, lover." Mizuki blew a heated puff of breath onto Iruka's cheek. Iruka had never felt more cold. "You said you'd be with me, didn't you? Come with me Iruka."
Mizuki's fingers pressed dangerously close on his throat. Iruka swallowed hard. "Wha...what?"
Mizuki crushed his lips against Iruka. After a moment, he pulled back and smiled. A loving, warm smile that promised Iruka that everything would be alright. Mizuki would be there to love and protect him for as long as they were together. Above said smile was a pair of cold, calculating eyes. Iruka shuddered.
"Come with me... Be with me, Iruka. I love you. Don't let your desire to coddle one orphan fox blind you to that. I was your first kiss, Iruka. Your first love, you said it yourself. You were the first one that I ever truly loved. Come with me... I could be your first everything," Mizuki lowered his spare hand to skim the length of Iruka's inner thigh. Iruka shuddered again.
It was like he was seeing his love for the first time. No... not his love. Mizuki, a man named Mizuki. Someone who had used Iruka's influence into the Academy to infiltrate and exert his own power over Naruto. Someone who had betrayed him someone who never loved him.
"Your first love," Mizuki continued, pressing his lips against Iruka's cheek, "Your first lover," He began to trail kisses down Iruka's throat. "Your only lover... Iruka, stay with me. Forget about Naruto, forget about Konoha. Everything except me. Let me be your life." Mizuki pulled himself away from Iruka, sitting back on his heels. "I've heard, in the new village of the Sound, there's a legendary ninja- Orochimaru--"
"Stop. Mizuki... you don't know what you're saying--"
This time, Mizuki interrupted Iruka. "I don't know? Orochimaru--"
"Betrayed the village!!"
"So did I."
"Why?"
"The power Iruka. Orochimaru can grant eternal life. Come with me. Leave this village that you say you love so much, and join me. Forever... we could be together forever." Mizuki's eyes sparkled dangerously.
"I.. I don't know..."
"Iruka, if you expect alot you will always be disappointed." Mizuki scoffed. "They expected alot out of the young boy, Uchiha Itachi. And look what happened; he slaughtered his entire clan. Disappointment." Mizuki chuckled darkly.
Iruka shook his head. This wasn't... this wasn't the way it was supposed to be. The Mizuki he knew would never make fun of a massacre like that... Never, no. He wouldn't abandon Konoha. "I won't leave my work. The children."
"Iruka's got his work," Mizuki stood up and glared down at Iruka, all pretenses of love gone. "They say Iruka lives for his work, and Iruka loves his work," Mizuki spat at Iruka's feet. "Iruka hides in his work."
Iruka's eyes widened. "From what?" He was too stunned to say anything else.
"From facing your failure, facing your loneliness and the fact that your life will always be meaningless. You're detached Iruka." Mizuki leaned down once again. He placed his face in the hollow of Iruka's neck and chuckled darkly. Iruka backed right up to the tree. "You preach love to your students and tell them to live the proud and noble life of a ninja; fearless and brave. But what of you?" Mizuki placed a hand on Iruka's chest, flat against his beating heart. "You're too scared to lift a finger to fight me."
Iruka groaned. 'Mizuki... Why?' "Do you... How..."
Mizuki bunched his hand in the cloth of Iruka's flak vest and pulled, hoisting Iruka up to his feet. He shoved the chuunin against the tree and captured his face in his hands. "Iruka... why do you bring love into every conversation?"
"You don't, do you..."
"I'm above those emotions, Iruka. I'm above them, and I can see I made a wrong choice. I can see that I'm above you as well." He hefted his large throwing star up, preparing to launch it at Iruka. His expression never changed. "You insist on protecting the little fox?"
Without Mizuki's hand to hold him, Iruka fell against the base of the tree. "Yes.." he breathed. "With my life. To me, he's not the demon Kyuubi. He's a ninja, an excellent one- from the village of Konoha. Uzumaki Naruto!"
---
Iruka was a wreck. He couldn't stop thought- not just those about Mizuki- from tumbling into his mind at random times. Appointments that he had made two years ago, old dates with Kakashi, class schedules, and other jumbled nonsense made its way into his head at random times. He feared that he was going insane. Would Kakashi still love him if he was crazy?
His troubling thoughts were greeted by a thumping noise. Kakashi must be home, shaking the rain from outside off of his clothing. Kakashi....
"Iruka, I'm home!" Kakashi's head appeared through the crack in the bedroom door. Rain dripped unceromoniously of of his tufts of hair down onto the floor. Groceries were slung all around him. "I made an appointment for you to see Raven tomorrow for your meds. Were you bored--" Kakashi cut himself off with one look at Iruka's face. The younger man was pale and drawn, sitting on the far edge of Kakashi's overly large bed. His knees were drawn up against his chest, and his hair was hanging in greasy strands around his face. Deep shadows were etched under wide, scared eyes. The groceries fell to the ground.
"Iruka," Kakashi whispered, darting to his lover's side. He scooped Iruka's into his arms. Unable to help himself, the chuunin tried to blink back hot tears. "It's okay, Love, it's okay." Iruka tensed.
"Ka...Kakashi?"
"Iruka?"
"Do you mean it?"
Kakashi blinked, halfway through pulling down his mask. "What?"
"When you call me Love. When you say that you love me."
"Iruka..." Kakashi sighed. He pulled the young man into his arms. "I have always loved you. Ever since I saw you, ever since before I saw you I think, I have been madly in love with you. I only wish that I could take all of the poison from your veins and keep it. I don't want to see you in pain, Iruka. I know that I'm a bastard. I don't deserve you. I won't ever deserve you."
"But I need you. I'm a selfish, perverted prick and I will never let you go. I love you too much to let anyone else have you. You mean so much to me... more than anything else. I love you so much it hurts, Iruka." Kakashi leaned down and nuzzled into Iruka's neck. "Do you want more of an explanation, my love?"
Iruka sighed, letting out a contented breath. "No, My Kakashi." Kakashi wasn't like Mizuki. Kakashi wouldn't turn out like Mizuki. He was sure of it. Yes, a better future. "I believe you." Iruka turned to look at his scarecrow. Kakashi was peering down at him, concern easily noticable in his eyes. Iruka leaned up, no hesitation, and planted a loving kiss on the man's lips.
Kakashi, no hesitation, returned the kiss. When a need for air presided, they broke apart. Kakashi cupped Iruka's face in his hands. "I love you," Kakashi whispered. "Don't ever think that I don't."
"Kakashi... don't ever leave me. Please..."
"I won't. Not if I can help it. Don't leave me, okay?"
"Never." Iruka nestled against Kakashi's chest, falling into mercifully dreamless slumber.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
tsukiraven: That was the best chappie in a while. But, I have some explaining to do.
The reason I haven't update for awhile is because I was flamed. I lost alot of confidence from that one flame, it made me feel horrible. I'm sorry that this happens, but I have one more thing to say:
It says yaoi in the warnings, and summary. Don't like it, don't read it. Capice?
Thanks for your reviews, if I hadn't gotten any, I would have discontinued this story. I don't want to. I love you all for you kind words and encouragement. As always, constructive critism is, of course, always welcome. Peace out.