Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Indecent Exposure ~ A Naruto Fan-Fic (K/I) ❯ Chapter 14

Indecent Exposure

A 'Naruto' fan-fiction by Ookami Kasumi

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~ Fourteen ~

 

Hopping from roof to roof, Iruka was pleased to find that his impromptu weather-proofing worked extremely well, reducing the rain to nothing more than a fine mist. He also noticed that he was moving far quicker than normal. Probably because all the exercise he'd gotten during the exam trials had loosened him up. Also notable was that his muscles didn't pull or ache the way they normally did when he jogged cold in the mornings. The breeze through his loose hair was nice too.

 

He dropped down onto the bath house steps with only minutes to spare. Panting just a little from his efforts, he flicked a hand sign to dispel his weather-proofing, and swept his hands through his shower-damp hair. Satisfied, he tugged open one of the broad double doors and stepped into the lighted entryway.

 

A blue robed attendant stationed at the left of the entry way handed him a basket.

 

Iruka walked over and sat on the bench against the right wall to pull off his shoes and socks.

 

To his left, the doors opened admitting Shikamaru in a brown leather jacket over a thick red flannel button up and jeans. His sneakers were bright red. The Nara grinned at Iruka. "Perfect timing."

 

Neji stepped in right behind Shikamaru with a white cloth tied around his brow and his hair loose down his back. He wore a floor-length black leather coat over a white flannel button up and jeans. On his feet were highly polished dress shoes. He blinked at Iruka. "Oh... Hello Iruka-sensei."

 

Iruka smiled. "Hi guys." He noted the scent of spent chakra all over them. They had probably teleported. He finished taking off his shoes and waited for both young men to pull theirs off too.

 

After a brief talk with the hostess, about which bath they wanted, they were led to the changing rooms.

 

Iruka opened a locker and stripped down in the slightly steamy wood-walled room, thoroughly looking forward to a good long soak.

 

Shikamaru, standing next to him, opened a locker and peeled off his shirt. He turned to stare at Iruka. "Oh crap..."

 

Reaching for the pale blue bathing robe left in each locker, Iruka turned to face Shikamaru. "What?"

 

Staring openly at Iruka, Shikamaru elbowed Neji, on his other side. "Neji, look at this."

 

"Hmm...?" Neji stepped back, already undressed and sliding into his blue bathing robe. Neji frowned at Iruka. "Have you been working out with Gai-sensei?"

 

Iruka's brows lifted. "Um, Gai-sensei gave me some advice for adding arm and leg weights to my morning jog, and a few exercises for endurance, but that's all." He looked down at himself. He was a bit more defined in places that normally weren't defined, but that was all. He looked back at them confused. "Is something wrong?"

 

Neji knotted his robe and his frown deepened. "Gai's exercises or no, I've never seen that form of development from merely jogging."

 

Shikamaru shook his head and peeled out of the rest of his clothes. His body was almost solid whip-cord muscle. "I've never seen that kind of muscle on anyone but ANBU."

 

Neji chuckled. "You should see Gai-sensei without a shirt."

 

Shikamaru shuddered. "Pass!" He shoved his clothes into the locker before him and pulled out the blue robe.

 

Iruka smiled and slid into his blue robe. "I don't jog on the ground. I go across roofs and trees."

 

Neji's brows lifted. "Well, that explains it." He smiled. "Just so you know, the exercises are working. In fact, it looks like your...jog is actually accelerating the process."

 

Iruka grimaced and knotted his robe. "Is that way it hurts so damned much when I'm done jogging?"

 

"Very likely." Neji shook his long dark hair back behind his shoulders. "Be warned, all of Gai-sensei's exercises hurt."

 

Iruka frowned. "They don't hurt while I'm doing the actual exercises."

 

Neji snorted. "That's the beauty of them. They don't hurt until hours after you're done." He tucked his basket of clothes into the locker before him and closed it. "You should see Lee after he gets home. He had to have a hot tub installed in his house to deal with the amount of pain he's in by sunset." He frowned at Iruka. "You must be doing the exercises long before you jog though."

 

Iruka closed his locker. "Before I go to bed."

 

Neji's brows lifted then he nodded. "That explains it. Your sleeping delays the effect until you start moving around again. In other words, it waits until you start your jog." He nodded. "Which is also why your jog is accelerating your development."

 

Iruka frowned. "And the weights?"

 

Neji shrugged. "Add to the process, naturally."

 

Shikamaru closed his locker. "Can we go soak now?" He shot Iruka a half-hearted glare. "I'm still cold."

 

Iruka laughed and waved his hand. "By all means!"

 

Shikamaru practically trotted out of the room grumbling about insane teachers and their crazy ideas.

 

Iruka shook his head and followed.

 

Neji followed at a leisurely glide.

 

The waiting attendant led them to an indoor bath with one wall that was all windows. The rainy night was clearly visible through the glass, hinting that the windows had been treated to keep them from steaming up. The broad pool was kidney-shaped and white marble with massive potted plants and small trees bordering the edges to make it seem more natural. The water was white, misty, and steaming.

 

Just looking at it made Iruka groan in anticipation.

 

Shikamaru was naked in seconds, his robe dropped haphazardly on the bench. He rushed right in, creating waves. "Oh gods...Oh gods...!" He sank to his neck. "Oh fucking gods -- hell yeah!"

 

Iruka dropped his robe on a bench and descended the marble steps into Nirvana. "Oh shit, yeah... Perfect."

 

Neji chuckled and slid out of his robe with far more decorum. "That good?"

 

Shikamaru moaned. "Good doesn't begin to describe it!"

 

Iruka finally got a look at Neji's body. He was built like a young god. He was nowhere near Gai-sensei's proportions, but every square inch of him was defined.

 

Iruka sighed in envy. Oh, to be ten years younger and able to look like that.

 

Neji entered the pool and groaned. "Alright I agree. Good definitely does not begin to describe it."

 

Shikamaru flashed a tight smile at Iruka. "Neji was stuck out in the rain today too."

 

Iruka's brows lifted. "And the mud?"

 

Neji lifted his chin. "That was a pleasure I left to the two of you." He eyed his companion, a smile lifting his lips. "I don't need to wallow on the ground to accomplish my duties."

 

Shikamaru rolled his eyes toward Iruka. "Iruka-sensei, can you tell me why I put up with him?"

 

Iruka gave Shikamaru an utterly innocent look. "Because he's pretty?"

 

Shikamaru blinked. "Good point."

 

Neji's pale eyes narrowed. "You know I used to have such respect for you, Iruka-sensei." He moved to the far wall of the pool, flipped his long hair behind his shoulders, and sat regally on the underwater bench, sinking to his shoulders.

 

Shikamaru sloshed after him. "Neji, did you know that Iruka-sensei is the only sensei at the academy that teaches the kata blindfolded?" He turned and sat with Neji on his left-hand side.

 

Neji frowned. "I though that was standard practice?"

 

Iruka followed them over to the benches. "It's something I learned from my father." He turned his back to the pool's wall and sat on the underwater bench with Shikamaru on his left, putting the Nara in the middle.

 

Shikamaru frowned at Iruka. "I've never seen anyone teach to the way you do."

 

Iruka shrugged. "It's simple stick and carrot."

 

Neji' leaned forward to look past Shikamaru at Iruka, his brows lifted. "Don't you mean carrot and stick?"

 

Iruka shook his head and smiled. "Stick always comes first, then carrot. It's also known as whip and sugar. When you're harsh first, they expect you to continue to be harsh. This way, the sweet they get is even sweeter because it's unexpected."

 

Neji blinked. "That's..."

 

Shikamaru shook his head. "Sneaky, very sneaky."

 

Neji suddenly smiled. "I was going to say, brilliant."

 

Iruka pursed his lips. "I prefer...subtle."

 

Neji nodded. "That too."

 

Shikamaru slanted a look at Iruka and lifted his brow. "You'd make one hell of a jounin sensei."

 

Iruka shook his head. "As an academy instructor, I can train thirty or more at a time rather than just three or four." He looked down at the water. "And I like teaching survival better than...assassination."

 

Neji pushed his wet hair over his shoulder. "I did notice that you seem to lack a certain amount of...aggression."

 

Iruka shrugged. "I don't like killing anyone that isn't actively trying to kill me."

 

Shikamaru snorted. "Your pranks are scary enough." He tilted his head toward Neji. "You should tell him about that Uchiha you nearly took out, the one you weren't trying to kill?"

 

Neji blinked. "An Uchiha?"

 

Iruka rolled his eyes dramatically and groaned. "I had no idea that he'd react so badly to wasps."

 

Neji abruptly lifted a hand from the water. "Wait, my father once told me about this Uchiha jounin in ANBU that almost died from wasps planted in his house." He frowned. "That was you?"

 

Iruka blinked. "He was ANBU, with a bee allergy?" He shook his head. "Isn't that kind of...stupid? Bees and wasps are all over our woods."

 

Neji blinked. "You didn't know he was ANBU?"

 

Iruka shook his head and widened his eyes to add to his innocence. "I was fourteen at the time."

 

Neji shook his head. "Wait, a fourteen year old genin almost took out an ANBU Uchiha?"

 

Shikamaru nodded toward Iruka and smiled. "You have to hear him tell the whole thing. It's funny as hell."

 

A new voice intruded on them, masculine, and just a touch raspy. "Has he told you about the two gallons of knife oil he accidentally spilled out the windows of the mission office?"

 

Iruka stiffened. He knew that voice. He was still hearing it in his dreams. He looked up.

 

The tall pale, slender man was already waist-deep in the water. He had a white towel wrapped entirely around the bottom half of his face, but the shock of white hair falling over one eye was as unmistakable as his voice.

 

Iruka blinked in utter shock. "Kakashi...?"

 

Kakashi's visible blue-gray eye creased with humor. "Mind if I join you?"

 

Neji waved a hand. "Not at all!"

 

Shikamaru frowned at Iruka. "How did you accidentally spill two gallons of knife oil out a window?"

 

Iruka hunched down a little. "I'd rather not say." Tsunade's lecture after the event still echoed in his nightmares.

 

Kakashi snorted. "Apparently, Iruka-sensei didn't like having his homework papers disturbed every time someone came through the window by the desk."

 

Neji choked back a laugh. "Good god, Iruka-sensei, you're still pranking people?"

 

Kakashi moved closer, the water barely rippling around him, his gaze locked on Iruka. "Mostly jounin."

 

With a great deal of effort, Iruka schooled his expression to one of lofty distain. He lifted his chin and folded his arms across his chest. "You'd think jounin would be capable of defending themselves against a weak little chuunin."

 

Shikamaru choked out a laugh. "Weak...? My ass! I've seen you in action!"

 

Kakashi's one visible blue-gray eye narrowed on Iruka. "Funny, so have I."

 

The man had seen him in action all right -- hot sweaty, obscene action. Iruka's heart sped up and began pounding low and deep. He had known that Kakashi's presence would be overwhelming but he hadn't quite realized how profound an impact the man would actually have on him.

 

His obsession was kicking in with all the force of a freight train.

 

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