Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Indecent Exposure ~ A Naruto Fan-Fic (K/I) ❯ Chapter 18

Indecent Exposure

A 'Naruto' fan-fiction by Ookami Kasumi

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~ Eighteen ~

 

Iruka opened his eyes and reached up for Kakashi, only to become tangled among blankets. Completely confused, he blinked at the muted light coming through the windows on his left. The glowing numbers on the clock on the windowsill stated that it was two in the morning. He was...in his bedroom? It hadn't just been another fucking dream, had it?

 

He rolled over to switch on the nightstand light, then yanked back the sheets. He was in his red boxers and nothing else -- except for the double sets of finger bruises all over his upper thighs. He stared. It hadn't been a dream. The bridge, the net, Kakashi...it had all happened. The oddest feeling of relief and elation washed through him bringing a smile to his lips.

 

So how had he gotten...here?

 

Iruka's smile evaporated. Well, obviously Kakashi must have brought him home -- after he passed out. He winced. Crap! I can't believe I passed out on him after sex! Well sure, he'd had a rough day, but... Actually, his whole week had been rough because of the exams. Iruka snorted. Okay, so maybe I did have something of a reason for passing out on him.

 

A vague recollection nudged the edges of his mind, of being supported, one arm slung over broad shoulders at his doorway. Of groaning for sleep while he reached over to press the flat of his palm to his door. He somewhat remembered invoking his chakra to shut down the cascade of traps waiting for anyone foolish enough to enter, though actually entering the apartment was definitely hazy.

 

He stared down at himself. He was clean. There was no trace of...bodily fluids, though he could definitely feel a slow leak occurring down below.

 

"I want you to remember that I was in you, fucking you, for the full three days it takes to drain out of you."

 

Iruka shivered then shook his head. Later, I'll think about that later! Across the room by his dresser, he spotted the clothes he'd worn earlier all neatly folded on the chair. He blinked. Well, that was nice of him. Kakashi must have stripped him down, cleaned him up, and put him to bed, but he couldn't recall any of it.

 

He scraped his fingers through his fine hair to discover that it had gone a bit oily. Apparently, Kakashi hadn't cleaned him by way of the shower. He turned his head and sniffed then winced at the bitter musty odor. His hair wasn't the only thing that needed washing. Certain other parts had become a touch...ripe. He curled his lip. This definitely called for a shower -- immediately.

 

He rolled to the other side of his bed and set his feet on the floor to stand. His knees tried to buckle. He threw out his arms and grabbed onto his wooden headboard to steady himself. However, his lower back in general and his ass in particular, were not pleased to be upright at all. Still, it wasn't nearly as bad as before.

 

Determination setting his jaw, Iruka limped out of his room and to the right to his tiny bathroom. He turned the bathtub spigot to set the water to near scalding and pulled the small knob to send the water to the showerhead. He pulled the clear plastic curtain to keep the spray contained in the bathtub and dropped his boxers. They were not exactly clean.

Iruka kicked the boxers into a corner and closed the bathroom door to keep in the steam. He got in the tub, ducked his head under the spray, and let the water spill down his back. Every muscle in his back slowly began to unknot. Sighing in relief, he grabbed the sea sponge and the soap then scrubbed every inch of his body -- twice.

 

Wrapped in his thick, white, terrycloth bathrobe, Iruka stepped out of his bathroom feeling very refreshed. Tired, but not quite ready to go back to sleep, he went up the hall and turned right into the kitchen. Maybe a cup of tea would relax him enough to sleep. He hit the wall switch.

 

On the table under a clearly used cup and saucer was a folded slip of paper.

 

Iruka's eyes widened and his heart leapt into his throat. Kakashi left a note? He moved toward it dragging his feet. He desperately wanted to read it, but he was terrified of what it might say. He had passed out on the man.

 

Stupid...! He scowled. Quit being such a girl! What's written is written. Not reading it won't change what's already been committed to ink. He took a deep breath, and strode to the table to snatch up the note. He opened it before he could lose his nerve and saw Kakashi's all too familiar chicken-scratch scrawl.

 

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Dolphin,
-- Nice place. Good traps. Wanted to stay 'till you woke up. Couldn't. Responsibilities and all that crap. Will be back Sunday late VERY late. Possibly early Monday. I'll find you on Monday by sunset. You can hide if you like? Not that it'll do you any good.

-- Scarecrow

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Iruka shook his head and smiled. Apparently, Kakashi hadn't cared that he'd passed out on him. He then noticed that the very bottom edge of the paper had been folded up. There was writing under it. He unfolded the edge.

 

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PS. You're cute when you're asleep -- but surprisingly heavy. Get PLENTY of rest. Ok?

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Iruka winced. In other words, don't pass out him again.

 

His gaze darted up to the actual letter. Kakashi wanted to see him again...intended to see him again -- on a school night. He winced in bitter regret. No, wait...! The summer break had begun; Monday wasn't a school night. It wasn't a Mission Office work night either because he had the week off.

 

However, tonight was a school-night. He had a class on the henge illusion to teach at nine in the morning in the school playground. Note in hand, Iruka shut the kitchen light back off and wandered back to bed, his plans for a cup of tea forgotten.

 

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Iruka awoke to his alarm surprisingly refreshed. However, a yawn and a stretch served to remind him that some parts of him weren't feeling all that agreeable -- namely his butt. That didn't stop him from putting on his gray sweats and slipping out the living room window to begin his usual dawn jog across the roof-tops and tree-tops of Konoha.

The sky was gray, but for the first time in days, it wasn't raining. However, the air was thick with mist, and every surface was waterlogged so it was still slippery going. The view however, was spectacular. All the harsh edges of the buildings were softened and the colors muted. Below him, slow-moving rivers of fog blanketed the streets. The trees looked ghostly. It was as though he was leaping through the landscape of a dream.

For the first time in two weeks, Iruka was able to complete his full three circuits without a single muscle screaming in agony. Thrilled with his progress, Iruka decided to make a full breakfast to celebrate.

Suddenly, Neji's words echoed through his mind. "Your sleeping delays the effect until you start moving around again. In other words, it waits until you start your jog."

Iruka winced. He hadn't done Gai's exercises the night before. No wonder he'd been able to make his usual circuits with such ease, all the pain that he usually felt hadn't been there. He sighed and gathered the things to make a far more modest breakfast.

After a quick shower and dressing in his usual black ninja attire, he made his lunch and packed a second lunch box without even thinking about it. Iruka hefted his book-bag over his shoulder, strapped on his sandals, and headed out to the school playground. He had one more class to teach before he could start his vacation.

Iruka stepped from his apartment building into wincingly bright sunshine. With everything still dripping with damp, every surface sparkled. Barely a trace of the earlier mist remained. He took to the rooftops and leapt his way to the schoolyard, thoroughly enjoying the warmth from the first sunshine in five very long days, despite the glare.

Iruka dropped from the trees a few steps from the gate, and a full fifteen minutes before nine.

Shikamaru was leaning against the gate post, with his arms crossed and his gaze trained skyward, clearly watching the mountainous white clouds sailing on the wind. "Morning, Iruka-sensei." His gaze remained skyward.

Iruka smiled. "Good morning to you too, Shikamaru-sensei."

Shikamaru's cheeks turned pink, and a slight scowl curled his lips. He turned to look over at Iruka.

Iruka decided that he'd embarrassed Shikamaru enough and clapped him on the shoulder. "Ready to teach our little demons their reward for passing their exams?"

"Sure." Shikamaru turned under Iruka's hand and fell into step at his side, accompanying the teacher into the schoolyard. His scowl faded to become a slight smile. "I still can't believe you pulled that one off."

Iruka grinned and stepped into the shade of the bordering trees. "What? Getting them to study?"

"No." Shikamaru leaned close to whisper. "Getting them to take a homework assignment as a reward."

Iruka snorted. "Now, now... Doesn't everyone like to learn new techniques, especially one that none of your friends know?" He winked.

Shikamaru rolled his eyes. "With the way you rearrange reason and logic, you really ought to be working for Ibiki." His gaze slid sideways to Iruka. "They'd never need to use torture again."

Iruka widened his eyes and blinked. "Goodness! I'm much too nice to do anything like that." He smiled sweetly. "Just ask anyone."

Shikamaru snorted and shook his head. "I just don't get how nobody sees this side of you."

Iruka's expression slid into a casual smile. "People see what they want to see." He shrugged. "It just so happens that most people prefer seeing a polite and unassuming chuunin schoolteacher."

Shikamaru shook his head. "Unassuming, sure -- until they piss you off."

Iruka grinned. "Amazing how so many tend forget that part, isn't it?"

Shikamaru snorted. "Not the ones with good survival instincts."

Iruka curled his lip in derision. "You'd be surprised." He waved Shikamaru toward the swing sets close to the school playground's grassy center.

Sitting on three of the four swings of the first set, were Konohamaru and his two cohorts, Moegi and Udon. Iruka was impressed. The little demons were a good fifteen minutes early. However, what lifted his brows was the occupant of the fourth swing, lavender-eyed Hanabi.

Hanabi lifted her chin, clearly spotting the approaching teachers. "Good morning Iruka-sensei, Shikamaru-sensei."

The other three kids whipped around and jumped from their swings to wave and call out their good mornings too.

Iruka put on a sunny smile. "Good morning to you too."

Shikamaru didn't quite wince and spoke softly. "I'll never get used to that."

Iruka glanced at him. "What, being called sensei?" He rolled his eyes and flashed a tight smile. "Oh yes you will, believe me."

Konohamaru and his two cohorts ran up Iruka and Shikamaru. Using wildly gesturing arms and extreme volume, the three kids began to regale the two teachers with tales of what had happened when they'd arrive home fairly plastered with mud.

Hanabi stepped up to add her story. Her father hadn't been pleased with the filth she'd tracked into the main house -- even without her shoes. However, he had been impressed that she had done her obstacle course in the rain, unlike a good half-dozen of her cousins.

Iruka smiled. "If you'd like to know, your cousin Neji and your sister Hinata did their obstacle course in the rain too."

Hanabi suddenly scowled.

Iruka bit back his smile. Poor Hanabi... She was always one step behind her sister and cousin. "However..." Iruka looked away. "They didn't get to learn the henge early, like you get to."

Hanabi's expression brightened, though she didn't exactly smile.

Shouts and joyful screams announced the arrival of even more of Iruka's students. Within minutes, every single student in Iruka's class was gathered by the swings swapping muddy homecoming stories.

 

Interestingly enough, when little Kenichi showed up, he was grabbed by Udon and dragged over to sit by Moegi and Konohamaru.

Konohamaru didn't turn to look at Kenichi or bother to stop talking to the kids he was bragging to, but he did reach out to mess Kenichi's hair.

Kenichi whapped at Konohamaru's hand, but it was only half-hearted and a smile tugged at his lips.

Iruka couldn't help but smile. He leaned close to Shikamaru. "Aww, Konohamaru made a friend. Isn't that cute?"

Shikamaru snorted. "More like he made a groupie."

Iruka bit down on his chuckle. "Same difference." He then put two fingers in his mouth and whistled sharply to get his hellions' attention.

The thirty-some-odd kids turned to face him.

Iruka held out his hand and grinned. "Okay, is everyone ready to learn the henge?"

The thirty-some-odd little bodies jumped up and down and shouted. "Yes...!"

"All righty then! Everybody walk this way!" Iruka waved for them to follow him, then turned to walk up the hill with his arms curled against his chest and one leg dragging behind him.

The kids shrieked in amusement and began to mimic him, curling up their arms and dragging one leg as they went.

Shikamaru's eyes widened. "Uh, Iruka-sensei...?"

Iruka turned to look at him. "What? You've never seen the old classic movie, The Hunchback of Notre Dame?"

Shikamaru blinked then snorted. "That looks more like The Mummy to me. The Hunchback went more like this." He hitched one shoulder up high and turned one foot out, then lurched from side to side.

Iruka stopped. "Oh, you're right." He turned around to face his kids, walking backwards. "Everybody!" He pointed at Shikamaru. "Walk THAT way!"

The kids gleefully adjusted their postures to mimic Shikamaru.

Shikamaru sighed, but continued his Hunchback impersonation.

Iruka led his lurching class over to a ring of bushes roughly the same height as his kids. "Alright everybody, this is the first step to doing the henge!" He pointed at the ring of bushes. "Everybody, pick a bush, no more than four to a bush, please!"

The kids scattered to stand with their friends around a bush. Kenichi was grabbed by Moegi and dragged over to stand with Konohamaru and Udon.

Iruka nodded with satisfaction.

Shikamaru leaned close to Iruka. "Isn't a bush a bit...complicated?"

"You mean more complicated than the usual trashcan?" Iruka smiled sourly. "What everyone seems to forget, is that people tend to throw trash in trashcans. No one throws anything at a bush."

Shikamaru blinked. "Good point." He frowned. "What about dogs? They like to...water bushes."

Iruka snorted. "They water trashcans too." He smiled very sweetly. "Neji learned that the hard way."

Shikamaru's eyes widened dramatically. "No way..."

Iruka leaned close. "Kiba's puppy, Akimaru was especially fond of trashcans." Grinning, Iruka left Shikamaru's side to walk to the center of the ring of bushes. He lifted his hand to get his little demons' attention. "Now then, everyone collect your chakra into your hands and touch the bush. Use your power to scan the entire bush with your chakra, every leaf, and branch. Pay special attention to the trunk where it comes out of the ground. Once you have the whole bush scanned, step back two paces."

Multicolored chakra blazed on every bush.

Ten minutes later, every last student had stepped back from their bushes.

Iruka lifted his hand. "Alright, now, using these hand signs..." He showed them three familiar hand gestures, nice and slow. "Access that imprint your chakra made, and use this fourth hand sign..." He made one more gesture. "...To invoke that imprint and wrap it around you like a big bubble."

The kids looked back and forth at each other exchanging looks of puzzlement.

"That's it?" The Hyuuga, Hanabi stepped to the side of her bush to frown at Iruka. "That's all there is to it?"

Iruka shrugged. "Well, scanning something with your chakra is simple enough, but accessing a chakra imprint and maintaining it as a bubble around you, especially when there are distractions, is a little bit tougher."

Iruka turned to address the entire circle of students. "Concentrating to hold your illusion is the hardest part, which why you should use imprints that are close to you in size, at least to begin with. Using something smaller or larger than you, takes a lot more concentration and a lot more chakra energy to maintain." He lifted his arms. "Okay! Let's give it a try!"

Iruka waved to Shikamaru to join him, then began going from student to student to check their hand signs and the illusions they cast.

Two hours later, a full two-thirds of his students were able to cast the illusion perfectly, but with wildly varying times on how long they could hold it. Some for several minutes, some for only a few seconds. Iruka noticed that little Kenichi was among the quick learners. However, Udon was not.

Kenichi abruptly turned to Udon and began coaching him.

Udon smiled in open gratitude and leaned close to follow what Kenichi was saying. Udon's next invocation worked beautifully -- to both boys' surprise.

Konohamaru leaned over to mess Kenichi's hair with a grin. Iruka couldn't hear what Konohamaru said, the boy was too far away. However, he could read Konohamaru's lips perfectly. "Good work."

Kenichi's face turned bright red.

The last third of Iruka's class had major warping problems with their illusions -- their bushes looking like cartoon caricatures than live foliage.

Iruka had seen that effect before, but this time he knew what it meant. He pointed to the troubled students. "You guys...! You're using too much chakra. Ease back on your output and smooth out your bubbles." He turned to address the rest of the class. "Control and relaxation are the keys! The more emotionally unbalanced you are, meaning the more frustrated you get, the harder it will be to hold your illusion or keep it in its proper shape."

Another hour or so passed. Iruka's watch began to vibrate on his wrist. He turned his wrist to check the time. It was exactly noon. He turned to his students and clapped to get their attention. "All righty then! You now know how to cast a henge. The rest is just a matter of practice!" He grinned. "In other words, it's lunch time!" He waved. "Go on home and I'll see you in three weeks!"

Most of his kids squealed in delight and rushed off. The rest mobbed Iruka and Shikamaru for last-second pointers.

Twenty minutes later, when the last student finally trotted off, Iruka reached into his back pack and pulled out two black lacquer lunch boxes. He smiled at Shikamaru. "Ready to eat?"

Shikamaru smiled and led the way to the schoolyard's largest tree.

Sitting among the roots of the child-battered tree, Iruka passed Shikamaru a bottle of sweet tea to go with his lunch. "So, what do you think so far of being a teacher in my class?"

Shikamaru took a swallow of tea and looked up at the sky. "Very interesting." He looked over at Iruka and smirked. "Seeing the same lessons from a sensei's point of view is quite...enlightening."

Iruka applied his chopsticks to his lunch. "Is that so?"

Shikamaru applied his chopsticks as well. "In the other class, the teacher just shoved stuff at the kids and expected them to learn it. When you teach, you don't just shove it at them; you make them want to know it so bad they'll do anything to learn it."

Iruka smiled sourly. "Do you know many from my class are still walking around?"

Shikamaru frowned. "Huh? Um, no."

Iruka stared hard at his lunch. "Fourteen. Out of the thirty-eight kids in my class, only fourteen are still alive." His fingers tightened on his chopsticks. "I'm not even thirty years old yet, and neither are they." Iruka looked over at Shikamaru. "I had the worst jounin sensei in the history of jounin sensei's, but he taught me one thing no one else did."

Shikamaru swallowed hard. "What was that?"

Iruka looked away, but all he saw was the vivid memory a frighteningly handsome man with yellow eyes, long black hair, and a viper's smile. "That simply surviving a mission is a victory all by itself."

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