Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Indecent Exposure ~ A Naruto Fan-Fic (K/I) ❯ Chapter 5

Indecent Exposure

A 'Naruto' fan-fiction by Ookami Kasumi

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~ Five ~

 

Back in the classroom after lunch, Iruka called up Konohamaru and gave him a sheaf of papers to pass out. "Make sure everyone has one. This lists everything you'll be tested on."

 

The grandson of the Third Hokage had a very determined gleam in his eyes. "Got it."

 

Iruka raised his hand. "Okay, what are you guys having trouble with? Do you know the five standard jutsu elements...? How about the four secret elements...? You know all 12 ninjutsu animal characters, right? How about the hands-signs that go with them...? Does everybody know the differences between the rasengan technique and the chidori...? How about the four standard sword cuts...? Do you all remember why one uses an explosion tag on a kunai? What would happen if I used one with a standard throwing blade? Are we all good on what chakra is and how it works...? Okay, here's a tough one, how many of you know HOW the hand-signs tap into your chakra?"

 

Technically, it was an oral quiz, but they didn't need to know that.

 

The kids showed enthusiasm and did well, so Iruka decided to reward them. "Okay, who wants to learn how to make an explosion tag?"

 

"Meeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

 

Iruka grinned. "Okay, just keep in mind that we can't make the big ones here in school. Technically, they'll only be sparklers, but the big ones are done exactly the same way. You just use more of certain ingredients and less of others. Does that sound good?"

 

The class howled in approval.

 

Iruka unlocked the supply closet next to the blackboard and pulled out the box of prepared ingredients. It held not only the paper twists holding the carefully measured explosive powders, but also the chakra infused papers on which to ink their invocations. Once the ingredients were all passed out, Iruka turned to the blackboard. "Okay, this is the first character in our invocation..."

 

The final hour of school was spent in the back training field setting off the newly made tags.

 

After the last bell rang, Iruka cleared off his desk while the four students assigned cleaning duty wiped down his blackboards, swept the floor, and collected trash.

 

Iruka shouldered his book bag, waved good-bye to the kids, and left the school with a smile on his lips and a lift to his step. His plan to get the kids studying had worked spectacularly well. He had high hopes for the coming exams. Also, tomorrow night he was having lasagna with one of the brightest minds in Konoha.

 

It had been a very good day.

 

Unfortunately, his day was not yet over. He still had three more hours of mission desk duty to fulfill, but first -- dinner!

 

On his way to the Hokage tower at the center of town, Iruka shuffled into the Kunai Deli and ordered take-out. This particular deli specialized in preparing extremely healthy, high-protein, low-fat, and low-carbohydrate boxed meals specifically for ninja on the go -- and it was actually tasty.

 

His take-out tucked under his arm, Iruka made his way to the tower, walked up the four stories of steps, and pushed the one of the doors open to the window-lined mission room a full fifteen minutes early.

 

It wasn't quite pandemonium, but it was damned close.

 

All three mission desks were manned by sweating pairs of chuunin attempting to pass out missions or collect reports for the ninja, or team of ninja stationed before each. Behind those were fairly long and sloppy lines of grumbling, growling, whining, and in some cases, outright bullying ninja.

 

Iruka blinked at the mess. These were adults? His pre-genins were better behaved than this! Fury burned up the back of his skull. He flicked through some hand signs then slammed the door closed -- hard. A loud thunder-crack accompanied the slam, thanks to the sound henge he'd added.

 

Silence crashed upon the room and some fifty odd, more than a little paranoid ninja whirled to look at the door.

 

Iruka smiled. "Now that I have your attention..." He paused to take in a deep breath, and bellowed. "Is this a KINDERGARTEN?" He stomped right down the center of the room, his heels thumping hard on the wooden floor. "My pre-genin students make less noise than you!"

 

The ninja, jounin, chuunin, and genin female and male, hastily jumped out of Iruka's way.

 

Iruka reached the center desk. "MY children..." He dragged the word out, then whirled to glare at the entire room. "Know how to stand in line and WAIT for those that are there to help them! They do not..." He looked to the right. "Yell at them! They do not..." He looked to the left. "Threaten them, and they do NOT..." He looked dead center and scowled particularly viciously. "Whine at them!"

 

There was a collective shifting of eyes away from Iruka's scowling face.

 

"Now then..." Iruka leaned back on the desk, crossed his arms, and smiled, but his eyes remained narrowed. "I realize..." He lowered his voice to a friendly tone. "That you are all very anxious to get your paperwork turned in, or collect a new mission, so you can go home to your dinners, right?"

 

Looks were exchanged then heads began to nod.

 

Iruka made his smile jovial and clapped his hands together. "Excellent!" He straightened and held out his hands. "Now if you'll kindly, get into proper lines with your papers in hand, we'll hurry you through as quickly as possible."

 

More nods and a few tentative smiles.

 

Iruka raised his finger with a sharp fast movement. "But...!"

 

More than a few actually flinched.

 

Iruka kept his smile broad but narrowed his eyes. "If your paperwork is not completely legible..."

 

A few eyes widened.

 

Iruka lifted his chin. "You might as well go and get your dinner now because you will..." He took in a sharp breath and shouted. "NOT be handing it in -- TODAY!" He smiled brightly and dropped his voice back to a friendly tone. "Okay?"

 

Nods all the way around.

 

Smiling, Iruka nodded too. "Good." He turned away, but watched from the corner of his eye. He waved his hand. "Carry on!"

 

A full quarter of the crowd slipped very silently out the door.

 

Five of the six chuunin manning the desks looked at him in awe.

 

The one sitting on the right side of the center desk, however, was grinning his face off. His black eyes were creased in open amusement, and the brown diamond-shaped goatee emphasized his broad smile. The forehead protector affixed to the black skull cap knotted over his short-cropped brown hair, gleamed under the fluorescents. "Welcome back, Iruka-sensei!"

 

Iruka turned to face the chuunin, and smiled. "Good evening, Iwashi, miss me this past week?"

 

Iwashi rolled his eyes. "Always, Iruka-sensei, always."

 

The rest of Iruka's evening in the mission office went fairly well and very orderly.

 

When Iruka got home from the mission office, he put on some music, exchanged his uniform for just a pair of gray sweatpants, and sat on his couch to grade his class's quizzes. It didn't take long.

 

Not tired enough to sleep just yet, Iruka spent the next two hours trying out the different exercises that Gai-sensei had recommended. They weren't hard, per se, but he could definitely feel them working muscles that he normally didn't work -- and in fact still ached from his mission.

 

Nodding in satisfaction, he padded barefoot into his bathroom to take a shower. During the next mission he went on, he wouldn't just be keeping up.

 

When he finally went to bed that night, he mused on his student's enthusiasm, which made him feel warm. He mused on his fellow instructors' astonishment, which made him smile. He mused on the antics in the mission room, which made him growl. He mused on the conversation he would have with Shikamaru at dinner, which vaguely made him feel hungry. Then he wondered why he still hadn't seen Kakashi in three whole days. The man had to be on a mission...

 

Oddly troubled, Iruka rolled over onto his belly and fell into sleep.

 

~ * ~

 

From behind him, hard unforgiving fingers gripped his right shoulder and left hip with brutal strength. Hot breath scorched his shoulder. A long hard cock was inside him, pounding, and pounding and pounding... Lightning flashes of vicious pleasure detonated within him on each stroke. The swift staccato of wet flesh slapping wet flesh, punctuated by impassioned grunts were deafening in his ears, as were his own choking cries of raw animal pleasure...

 

On the very verge of release, he arched back in the darkness, seeking the warm hard body behind him -- only to be rudely awakened by bed sheets and blankets. Even so, his violently hard cock pulsed. Carnal pleasure whitewashed his brain clean of thought for several very long and glorious seconds.

 

For several long panting breaths, he blinked into the darkness, confusion washing through his mind. A dream...? Or was it a memory? It was so like his encounter in the tree with Kakashi. It had felt so real. It felt as though he'd actually... It smelled as though he'd actually... He frowned. There seemed to be a small puddle of cooling wetness right under his stomach.

 

In the darkness, his eyes opened wide. I did not just...? Iruka threw himself to the right and reached for the switch on his small light on his bedside table. The unforgiving little light showed that he had indeed. Not only was there a wet smear on his sheets, but all over the front of his boxers and his belly. The scent was unmistakable -- he'd cum in his sleep.

 

His mouth fell open. He'd had a wet dream -- at his age...?

 

Alarmed and seriously confused, Iruka threw himself out of his bed and dragged off the sheets. He hauled them across the short hall into the kitchen where his washer and dryer sat in the far right corner, one on top of the other. He stuffed the sheets into his washer along with his boxers and started the wash cycle. Naked and sticky, he left the kitchen, turned left into the short hall, and stalked past his open bedroom door to go into the bathroom to clean up.

 

After making the bed, Iruka finally noticed the time. His alarm was not set to go off for another two hours. Determined to get more sleep, he shut off the light and closed his eyes. However, no matter how hard he tried, he simply could not get his mind off the fact that he'd had a wet dream -- about Kakashi.

 

~ * ~

 

Iruka's day began as every day did. Jog, eat, prepare lunch, dress, and go to school. The routine was orderly and comforting. By the time the lunch period had rolled around, all thoughts of dreams, and the load of laundry that had been moved to the dryer, had been replaced by thirty-odd screaming hellions determined to pass their exams -- and a lasagna dinner with Shikamaru.

 

After the last bell rang, Iruka packed his book bag, waved good-night to the kids on cleaning duty, and headed out to meet the Nara genius.

 

Shikamaru was slouched in the shadows of the school doorway, his book bag over his shoulder and his gaze trained up on the sky. His hair was in its usual scruffy pony tail, but he was wearing a silver-gray short-sleeved button up shirt over jeans.

 

Iruka blinked. He looks like he's dressed for a date. He shook the thought away. No way in hell would he be interested in a man over ten years older. Iruka walked over to Shikamaru's side and joined him in looking up at the clouds.

 

The clouds directly overhead were wispy and long, but those moving in were heavy and dark.

 

Iruka frowned. "Looks like we're going to have rain."

 

Shikamaru nodded, but kept his gaze upward. "Looks that way." He tilted his head and slanted one dark eye toward Iruka. "But as we all know, looks can be very deceiving."

 

Iruka gave him a narrow-eyed crooked smile, one few rarely saw. "Very, very true." It was at that moment that Iruka suddenly realized that he had to look up to meet his gaze. Once upon a time, Shikamaru had barely come up to his shoulder. Not anymore. The young man at his side was taller than he was, though not by much.

 

Shikamaru pushed from the wall. "First stop, grocery store."

 

Iruka nodded and fell into step beside him. "Do you have one in mind, or do you want to go to the local store I use?"

 

Shikamaru shoved his hands into his pockets. "Yours is good."

 

The walk to Iruka's neighborhood was quiet, and comfortable. The walk though the corner grocery however, was actually rather interesting.

 

Scowling deeply, Shikamaru snubbed the aisle of jarred spices in favor of the fresh cut, fingering and sniffing through each of the sprigs. "They need to use a better fertilizer." He put his chosen sprigs in a bag, tied it loosely, then dropped it into the basket he carried. He was just as selective of his onions and garlic.

 

Iruka merely watched in fascination.

 

Shikamaru selected a very particular brand of extra virgin olive oil then dug through the cans of diced tomatoes for not only a specific brand, but a certain kind of tomato. He slanted a look toward Iruka. "I prefer cooking from scratch, as in growing my own spices and crushing fresh tomatoes, but, since this is just to show you the recipe, I'm using shortcuts."

 

Iruka's brows rose. These were the short-cuts?

 

When they reached the dairy aisle, Shikamaru sniffed and squeezed each lump of whole cheese. The Nara turned to Iruka. "Do you have a cheese grater?"

 

Iruka winced. "Um, how about we get one while we're here?"

 

Shikamaru nodded, then went through every one to select exactly the right kind.

 

Iruka was amused. This was a side of Shikamaru that few people saw. Many considered him lazy, but that was far from the truth. Iruka knew from teaching him in class that the Nara hand-produced his own ninjutsu supplies. Rather than using mass-produced chakra wire or tags, he spun his own chakra into wire, and hand-prepared his explosion tags by inking a personal variation of the original invocation, mixing his own powders, and soaking the raw paper with his own chakra.

 

When asked why he made his own... "I know exactly what they'll do. No guessing." It was a perfectly logical reason. Knowing exactly what each individual piece of equipment was capable of was one less thing to calculate.

 

Shikamaru wasn't lazy; he was reserved. He only did as much as he needed to, and no more. That meant doing it right the first time. In truth, the Nara was a perfectionist with a meticulous streak about a mile wide.

 

At the check-out counter, Shikamaru grabbed two of the four grocery bags. "Sorry about being so picky, I like knowing what I'm eating."

 

Iruka nodded and picked up the other two bags. "Same reason why you make your own chakra wires and explosion tags."

 

Shikamaru blinked at Iruka. "You remember that?"

 

Iruka grinned and winked. "I may not have much chakra or a bloodline gift, but I do have a very well-trained memory." He led the way out of the store.

 

Shikamaru fell into step at Iruka's side. He slanted a look over at Iruka, his gaze narrowed. A small smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth. "I wonder..."

 

Iruka blinked at him. "Wonder...what?"

 

Shikamaru's smirk became a bit more pronounced. "I wonder if that's your trade secret."

 

Iruka tilted his head to the side, his lips pursed in a pose of thoughtfulness. He turned to Shikamaru and grinned. "Part of it." His brow lifted. "However, it's not what you have..."

 

Shikamaru flashed a brief smile. "It's what you do with it."

 

Iruka nodded. "All the memorized information in the world won't do you a damned bit of good if you can't apply it effectively." He flashed a grin at the Nara.

 

A smile slowly bloomed on Shikamaru's face. "Holy shit."

 

Iruka blinked. "What?"

 

Shikamaru snorted. "You're a sneak."

 

Iruka stiffened and frowned. "I beg your pardon?"

 

Shikamaru's smile broadened. "Long version, you're sneaky, calculating, and manipulative. That's your secret."

 

Iruka winced. "Gods, that sounds so awful." He abruptly smiled. "I prefer 'subtle'."

 

Shikamaru dropped his chin in an obvious attempt to smother laughter, but chuckles still escaped. He looked up at Iruka. "I can't wait to hear how you manipulated thirty brats into wanting to study -- even during recess!"

 

Iruka raised his chin and his brow, then stuck out his bottom lip. "Let's see this lasagna and the bottle of wine you promised me and I'll tell you all the gory details."

 

Shikamaru shook his head, his smile fading to only a hint of one. "Hn..."

 

~ * ~