Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ I'll Cover You ❯ Tango ( Chapter 9 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

tsukiraven: Hi hi hi!!

Sasuke: Myeehh... --drunken giggle--

Kakashi: Welcome back everyone. It's been awhile.

tsukiraven: Ah! Maa...!! I'm gonna be a quick updater next time.

Naruto: Ugghhh... Tsuki-san... Sasuke's tryin' to seduce a lamp...

tsukiraven: Well, it's good to see him getting along with someone. Err... something.

Sakura: --sigh--

Iruka: Miss Raven, didn't you have something that you wanted to say?

tsukiraven: Wha? Oh! Oh yeah, that's right! (to readers) I'd like to tell you all something. So listen up. Er... read up. I think.

Thank you so much for your support and lovely reviews. I only mentioned the flame as a brief afterthought, and it got so much of a reaction. So many people told that if I gave up on this story, not only would they be very sad, but I would need to fear for my life. --sweatdrop--.

Needless to say, I will not abandon this piece of liturature!

All joking aside, I really like this story. It's nice to have a good bit of fanfiction to call my own, and I wouldn't give that up for the world.

And I had no idea that you guys liked the author's notes so much. Yosh!

And also, thanks to hottie chan11 from gaia online, for letting me know that even though some people don't review they are nice enough to tell me how much they like my story! (I'm under the same name on Gaia)


Sasuke: (to lamp) Y'know Sakura-chaaaan, we should go out, get to know each --hic-- other more. We could bring Naru-chaaan and have some real fun. --winks--

Everyone: O.O

Sakura: I wish he was asking me out when he wasn't so drunk that he wouldn't remember it the next day.

tsukiraven: Hey, if I say so, he stays this way forever. I like drunk Sasuke.

Iruka: Ehhhh....

Kakashi: You are the only one.

tsukiraven: Really? Awww... awright, back to sober Sasuke.

Sasuke: ....

Everyone: (thinks: Sasuke was better drunk...)

Iruka: Miss Raven really wishes she owned us and Rent, but she owns neither. I can't help but feel a little bad for her.

Kakashi: Don't. Really.



I'll Cover You: Chappie 9
Iruka, do you know how to dance?

I'm a shinobi. I can do anything!

Kakashi woke up the next morning with a stiff neck from the way he slept. Sitting up. He was propped against the far wall of his room, his neck turned in an awkward position. Wincing, he forced it out straight and looked down at the familiar weight in his lap.

Iruka lie there, sleeping peacefully. His head lay on Kakashi's chest, tear stains adorning the cheeks. Gently, Kakashi reached down and wiped the smaller man's cheeks. What had upset Iruka so badly last night?

He had gone out shopping, just to get some food. Iruka wasn't able to eat much because of the anti-toxins, but Kakashi wanted to make sure that Iruka was at least getting something in him. On the way back from the grocery store to his house, he had run into Raven. She scolded him for a few moments, caused by his previous 'kidnappings' of Iruka, followed by a sudden change of attitude when she offered a decent checkup time the next day.

It was raining that night. Kakashi distinctly remembered walking home in the midst of a storm. But, his Ruka never minded the rain. They had always considered the rain to be a special source of memories for the both of them.

Kakashi was cold. Blood stained the ANBU armour on his right arm, drying in a sickening imitation of crimson paint. Three, no four, corpses decorated the ground in front of him. The targets. Three innocents and one enemy nin. Kakashi wasn't just cold, he was freezing. Stumbling, he made his way back to Konoha.

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The lights inside of the mission room would have been blinding if his ANBU mask were not in place. The porcelain shield blocked the worst of the light, as Kakashi made his weary way up to the desk. When he saw who was seated there, he paused. It wasn't Iruka.

"Here," he said quickly, dropping the blood stained and mud spattered mission report onto the desk. A mousy looking female sitting behind the desk glared reproachfully at him, picking up the crumpled sheets of paper.

"Everything seems to be in order," she said, signing the papers and setting them aside. "Alright, sir, that will be all." And Kakashi was gone.

Something wasn't right, Iruka never skipped work. It just wasn't him. Without thinking, Kakashi rushed out into the frigid night to find his boyfriend.

He couldn't stop thinking about Iruka. What he had first dismissed as "just love" had now become something so entirely soul consuming that he couldn't think of anything but Iruka.

How was Iruka?

What was Iruka doing?

Was Iruka feeling alright?

Would Iruka be okay?

Would Iruka love him back?

Obsessions went hand in hand with personality dysfunctions and God dammit, Hatake Kakashi had his share of both.

Stopping short at the door to the chuunin's small apartment, Kakashi briefly considered knocking down the door. Dismissing that idea, he knocked harshly on the wooden frame.

There was a groan and a thump from inside. Kakashi heard a string of muted curses before the door was wrenched open. Umino Iruka glared up at him, hair in a fluffy cloud around his head. His eyes were sleepy and shadowed, and he clutched a beige book in his hand.

"Uhhnn... Kakashi-kun?" Iruka attempted to smile, although the effect was ruined somewhat by a yawn. "I take it you know how late it is, ne?"

Kakashi nodded, removing the porcelain cover from his face. Iruka sucked in a breath.

Kakashi's eyes were sunken, his face and hair grimy. Blood and mud and other fluids and solids that Iruka couldn't identify were all trapped on the jounin's dark blue Armour. The stench of death clung to Kakashi like a bird of prey. Rain drops slid off of the silver hair and rolled to the ground.

Without wasting anymore time, Iruka stepped out of the way. "Come in Kakashi-kun, you look dead on your feet."

Kakashi stepped inside of the warm apartment. But the cold wouldn't go away.

"Rough mission?"

Kakashi jumped. He hadn't expected Iruka to speak, and almost attacked the man out of shear habit. The thought alone made him sick. Nodding, he drew his slightly twitching hand away from his kunai.

"You're back on time, though," Iruka walked closer to the man, only to find out he was shaking. "Kakashi are you okay?"

"There were four targets," Kakashi said hoarsely. "One ninja, and three 'innocents', the ninja's family. A son, who looked just like his father, a wife, and another son. Iruka-kun," Kakashi visibly shuddered as a small sob tore through him. "He looked so much like you. Big, smiling eyes, brown hair. You could've been related."

'Was it a Mist ninja? Because my mother is from Mist country," Didn't seem like the best of things to say at the moment, so Iruka held his silence. Kakashi shook again. Iruka couldn't stand seeing this man, seemingly infallible Sharingan Kakashi, become prey to a deceased apparition that resembled himself. It was so overwhelming.

Not knowing anything else to do, Iruka walked forward and embraced the man, throwing his arms around the other in a sweet and comforting gesture.

And while Kakashi tried to tell himself that the water dripping down his face was from rain drops, he noticed that the temperature in the room seemed to rise. Just slightly.


Iruka was Kakashi's love, Iruka was Kakashi's life. So why, why, couldn't Kakashi ever seem to protect him. Iruka was always the one holding the family together, and that didn't seem fair in Kakashi's book. So maybe he could do something for his love. But what....

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Everything was warm and fluffy. What the... Why in all the hells was everything fluffy? Iruka snapped awake, eyes wandering around the room, confused. It took him a moment to realize that he was in Kakashi's room, complete with new bedding!

'New bedding? When did Kakashi get new bedding?'

"Good morning Iruka!!" Kakashi strolled into the room, a look of purpose and a smile on his un-masked face. He carried with him a tray laden with breakfast foods, the strong smell reminding Iruka painfully that he hadn't eaten in a day and a half.

The bed springs groaned as Kakashi sat down next to Iruka, setting the tray on a nearby nightstand. The jounin pulled Iruka over to him in a strong hug, nestling the dolphin against his chest. Iruka settled there, wondering what on earth had brought this change about in his lover.

"What's all this for Kakashi?"

"'What's all this for? What's all this for?' Why, Ruka, can't a man do something extremely nice to and for his lover without being subjected to his lover's suspiciousness?" Kakashi blinked innocently.

Iruka blinked back, confused. "Err... okay, you said lover too many times, and the way you snuck the word 'to' in there makes me nervous. And to answer your question, no. Not unless you have some ulterior motive." 'Like getting laid,' hung in the air, unsaid.

"Iruka dearest, how could you think that of me?"

Iruka's eyes widened. 'Dearest? What the f--' "Kai!" Kakashi didn't waver or disappear, so he was real. Was it a mind-body swapping jutsu? Or something else... did someone have control over Kakashi?

"Kakashi! Kakashi! What's wrong with you? Can you hear me?" Iruka rolled himself out of the jounin's grasp and soon had a hand on each shoulder, bracing himself against the older man. "Who sent you? What have you done with my Kakashi?"

Kakashi raised a sliver brow. Was Iruka mocking his attempts to be nice? He gently pulled the man off of him and locked Iruka's eyes with his own. "Iruka-love, it's me."

"I don't believe you."

"Ask me anything."

Iruka was determined. "Alright. Who am I?"

Kakashi rolled his eyes. "Umino Iruka, chuunin, age 28. Academy sensei at Konohagakure."

"You've done your work well, spy. But, that was an easy one. What's the nickname you love to say but I hate?"

"Ruru-sensei." Iruka blanched.

"Okay, what was the first movie we saw together? It's my favorite."

"Rent." Kakashi grinned. Iruka was apparently deep in thought wondering if he was an imposter or the real thing. Kakashi decided to prove it to him. With a quick shove, Kakashi forced Iruka into a flat position on the bed, laying himself above the chuunin.

Iruka squeaked. "Wh-what are you doing?"

Kakashi grinned again. "Well," he ran a hand over Iruka's chest. "You so obviously want me to prove that I am who I say I am, so I'll do it." Without further warning Kakashi buried his face in Iruka's neck, happily licking and nipping his way around.

"H-hey! You stop that! I am interrogating you and-- ah! Ohnnn..." Iruka's protests died on his tongue and turned to moans. Kakashi smirked.

"This is your spot, right here." Kakashi bit down gently on Iruka's collar bone, eliciting a gasp from the man under him. "And you're ticklish right here..." Kakashi drew his hand off of Iruka's chest and settled on his lower stomach, brushing his fingers across the parts of the man's abdomen that he knew were the most ticklish.

"AH!! Ka...Kakashi! Stop!! Ha! I know it's--aha-- you, so sto-- Ha!--p!" Iruka erupted into giggles and tried to force Kakashi off of him. But to no avail.

"And what have we learned today, my dear Iruka-kun?"

"Ha!! Haha!! We --gasp-- learned that --Haha!-- Kakashi-sensei is who he says he is! Ha! now, please get off of me!!"

Sighing, Kakashi rolled his way off of Iruka, laying down next to the man.

"Why were you being so sweet Kakashi?" Iruka wrapped his arms around the older man, who looked as if he were pouting.

"Sweet?"

"Yes, you were acting the way Sakura-chan used to when she visited Sasuke in the hospital." Kakashi made a face.

"Fine next time I won't act worried about your well-being, I'll just let you starve." Kakashi snuggled closer to Iruka however, making no attempts to break free of the tan-man's hold.

"I'm sorry, okay? I had no idea that you were being nice with no motives." Kakashi smiled.

"Apology accepted." He bounced up, tugging Iruka with him as he presented Iruka with the tray of food. Iruka's mouth dropped at the site of the delicious food before him.

"Chocolate chip pancakes," Kakashi smiled wider. "Your favorite!" Iruka dug into the meal in front of him, pausing only briefly to tank his lover for the morning meal.

When he was finished and Kakashi had moved the tray aside, Iruka lie his head down on Kakashi's lap, smiling as the silver haired man undid his ponytail and threaded his fingers through his hair. "Thanks again Kashi, that was great."

Kakashi nodded reverently. "Sure was."

Iruka rolled his eyes. "But what was that for?"

"Well, I was thinking about what you said last night, and you were right. I don't show how much I love you often enough." Iruka opened his mouth to protest, but stopped at a look from Kakashi. "That's why I want to show you more. I want to be with you always. I love you Iruka," Kakashi's gaze soften and he cupped the chuunin's cheek in a calloused hand. "Before you came into my life, that word didn't even exist in my vocabulary."

Iruka sighed and leaned into the loving touch. "Kakashi..."

Kakashi quieted Iruka again, this time by brushing their lips together momentarily. "We're going away..."

Iruka's heart leapt into his throat. "Wha-what?!"

Kakashi looked at him confused. "Not for a long time, just a day or two. An onsen just outside of Konoha, still in Fire country and everything. I've already made reservations, we'll leave tomorrow. Is that alright?" Kakashi asked tentatively.

Iruka smiled. He loved this man, he truly did. "Kakashi...." A thought occured to Iruka. "Hey, what's the new bedding for?"

Kakashi grinned and raised his eyebrows. "Well, I did the windows and everything, but I never got my dessert..." He looked up at Iruka, oozing lust and playfullness. "Pretty Please?"

Iruka sighed. "No. I'm not going to be late for my appointment, so let's go. I have to shower." Ituka walked out of the room, leaving Kakashi alone, laying on the bed.

"Awww...."

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"Alrighty," Raven smiled widely, handing a few papaers over to Iruka. "These need your signature." She hovered over Iruka's shoulder. "That's right sign here...and here... initial here and here, very good Iruka-sensei thank you." Raven snatched the papaers out of the stunned Umino's hands.

"And I need you to sign this one Kakashi-san." Kakashi raised an eyebrow.

"Why...?"

"You're Iruka-sensei's registered family. You have to sign this waver. Here and here, and initail at the bottom. Okay!" Raven tugged the papers out of Kakashi's hands and placed his and Iruka's together in a labeled folder.

"Iruka-sensei, your condition hasn't worsened, but it hasn't improved either. Continued taking your medicine as usual, and if either of you see any changes tell me immediatly. Otherwise," Raven shrugged. "I'll see you next week."

Kakashi nodded. "Can we--"

Raven held up her hand and turned around. "Yes, please feel free to abduct helpless Iruka-sensei now."

"Helpless?! Aren't I supposed to stay over night?"

Kakashi grinned wolvishly under his mask, hoisting the protesting chuunin into his arms. "Thanks, Doc."

Raven blanched. "Don't confuse me with that dried up old Doctor Koru. Anyway," she shrugged. "I know nothing, I saw nothing..."

And with that, Kakashi leapt out of the hospital window, Iruka safe and secure in his arms.

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tsukiraven: How was that? Oh yeah!

Sasuke: --groaning-- I can't remember anything...and my head hurts. Why does my head hurt?

tsukiraven: You hit your head.

Sasuke: My head?

Naruto: Yeah! Nice lie Tsuki-san!!

Sasuke: Lie?

tsukiraven: --sweatdrop-- Ehehe....

Sasuke: --walks away-- I don't even wanna know...

tsukiraven: Whoops... Oh well. (to readers) you see, I'll never abandon this story! The KakaIru story of love must be told!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!

Everyone: --looks up in fear--

tsukiraven: Anyway, thank you all so much for your reviews, they mean so much to me!! Please continue to submit them. They make me write faster!!

Also... there may be a lemon in one or two chappies... --twitch-- Be afraid, be very afraid....

Thanks for the sweet words, I'd like to get another posting in before my birthday (March 24th) so hopefully soon! Peace Out!!