Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Indecent Exposure ~ A Naruto Fan-Fic (K/I) ❯ Chapter 21

Indecent Exposure

A 'Naruto' fan-fiction by Ookami Kasumi

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~ Twenty-One ~

 

 

Once they passed the three jounin, Neji turned to glare at Iruka in open annoyance. "Iruka-sensei, we're not helpless!"

 

Shikamaru scowled ferociously. "We could have handled it."

 

Iruka nodded. "Yes, yes, I'm sure you could have handled them, but are you sure you could have handled the meeting with Tsunade afterward, especially when property damages would have been involved?"

 

Both boys paled and looked away.

 

Iruka gently pressed them into the lantern-lit front area of the restaurant toward the hostess stand. "Well, since it's over and done with, shall we eat? I don't know about you, but I'm starved!" He grinned openly.

 

Shikamaru's eyes widened on Iruka. "I didn't know you had a dimple?"

 

"It only shows up on very special occasions." Iruka winked.

 

Both Shikamaru and Neji frowned.

 

The cute young hostess nibbled on her full bottom lip. "I'm sorry but the waiting period is forty minutes."

 

Neji smiled at her. "Reservations for Hyuuga and Nara, party of three."

 

The hostess looked down at her list. "Oh, yes indeed!" She looked up with a smile. "This way please!" She led them into the restaurant and settled them at a high-backed booth against the back wall. A small wall lamp under a red shade cast just enough light to see that the table was scrupulously clean.

 

Neji slid into the right bench.

 

Shikamaru slid in next to him.

 

Iruka slid onto the opposite bench and turned to the right to look out the broad windows at the front of the restaurant.

 

The three jounin that had harassed them were across the street arguing about something. Most likely, the jounin were pissed about the waiting period and arguing over where to go next.

 

Iruka's gaze narrowed. Hurry up and use your chakra asshole.

 

There was a flash of power and all three disappeared in a puff a smoke.

 

Yes! Iruka couldn't have kept the grin off his face if he tried.

 

Shikamaru leaned across the table. "What did you do?"

 

Iruka blinked innocently. "Do?" He didn't bother looking away, or even curbing his smile. "Whatever do you mean by that?"

 

Neji frowned at Shikamaru. "He couldn't have done anything. He doesn't have the chakra."

 

Iruka nodded brightly.

 

Shikamaru snorted. "You definitely did something."

 

Iruka's smile sharpened. "Should something happen to one of those three ANBU, and I'm not saying that it will, do you honestly think I would ruin my own alibi?"

 

Neji frowned. "Alibi...?"

 

Shikamaru's mouth fell open. "ANBU...?"

 

Iruka opened his menu and pointedly stared at it. "Let's see, the steak and lobster looks good."

 

Shikamaru scowled and grabbed for his menu. "I expect a full disclosure when I get back from Lightning Country."

 

Iruka looked up. "Oh, is that where their holding the Chuunin exam this year?"

 

Neji scowled. "Yes, which is why I am not going."

 

Iruka winced slightly. Neji had lost his father and very nearly his cousin Hinata to a political ploy pulled off by a group of high-level ninja from Lightning Country. They still weren't sure whether or not the Cloud-Kage had anything to do with it. He set the menu down. "Well, while Shikamaru is busy, I could use a sparing partner?"

 

Shikamaru choked.

 

Iruka's voice went very dry. "For sparring."

 

Neji snorted at his lover. "So little faith in me?"

 

Shikamaru ducked his head to hide his red cheeks behind his menu. "You know, the steak and lobster does look good."

 

An hour later, dinner was concluded, dessert had been ordered, and Iruka was sipping on a cup of fine coffee having just concluded the tale of his wasp prank.

 

Neji sat there wide-eyed and open mouthed. "An ANBU... You almost took out an ANBU Uchiha?"

 

Shikamaru snickered behind his hands. "And he wasn't trying to kill him!"

 

Iruka shrugged and nibbled on his bottom lip. "Well, I knew he was allergic to bees, I just didn't know how allergic he was."

 

"Your dessert gentlemen." The voice was deep, rasping, and frightening familiar.

 

Openly startled, Iruka looked over to the right.

 

At the head of their table stood the massive and towering form of the Morino, Ibiki head of the Torture and Investigations unit, which included ANBU. While holding a round wooden tray holding four slices of chocolate triple-layer cake, and a pot of coffee, he smiled at them. With the way his expression stretched the massive scars across his face, it wasn't the least bit comforting. "Mind if I join you?"

 

Neji's face went white.

 

Shikamaru's face went just as white and his eyes widened drastically.

 

Iruka felt the blood leave his face as well. He'd known that once his prank had been discovered that Ibiki would want to talk to him. However, he hadn't expected it only an hour later! Had he been that obvious? Only one way to find out. Iruka smiled and moved over to make room. "Not at all, Ibiki sir."

 

Ibiki slid the slices of cake to each of them, including himself. He then set the tray on the table and slid in to sit next to Iruka. He was so large, and his long leather overcoat so bulky, that Iruka was jammed tight against the wall.

 

Iruka, Shikamaru, and Neji all slowly lifted their hands to their cake plates in a deliberate showing that they held no weapons.

 

Ibiki focused on Iruka and his smile widened. "I thought I heard you discussing pranks, Iruka-sensei?"

 

Iruka's blood ran cold, but he kept his smile firmly in place. "One of my earliest, the one with the wasps."

 

Ibiki nodded. "I wonder if that's where you acquired your taste for pranking ANBU."

 

Iruka sighed only a little dramatically. "I didn't know he was ANBU. In fact, in most cases, I don't know that their ANBU."

 

Apparently used to extreme tension at the dinner table, Neji recovered his natural coloring quickly and nonchalantly lifted his fork to dig into his slice of cake. "Ibiki sir, have you ever pranked someone?"

 

Shikamaru stiffened, his eyes wide on his lover.

 

Ibiki's smile eased a bit. "Actually, yes, once."

 

Shikamaru turned to blink at Ibiki. "You did?" The paleness to his cheeks faded back to warm tan. His brow lifted. "How did it turn out?"

 

Ibiki looked down at the cake plate before him and picked up his fork. "Well, it was a success..." He rolled his eyes. "Until they figured out it was me."

 

Iruka frowned. "What gave you away?"

 

Ibiki heaved a slightly dramatic sigh. "Chakra traces."

 

Iruka shook his head. "That usually does it." He forked a piece of cake into his mouth. It was very good; rich, creamy and a touch bitter.

 

Neji nodded. "Very difficult to hide chakra."

 

"The only way to truly hide chakra, I've discovered, is by not using chakra." Ibiki looked over at Iruka. "Or by not using your own chakra."

 

The cake in Iruka's mouth turned to ash. He very carefully reached out to lift his coffee cup and took a sip to clear his mouth.

 

Neji's brows lifted. "How can you not use your own chakra?"

 

Ibiki's gaze didn't leave Iruka's face. "A tapping seal would do it."

 

Oh, shit... Iruka kept his breathing steady and even, despite the fact that his heart was pounding in his ears.

 

Shikamaru frowned. "A...tapping seal?"

 

Ibiki turned to smile at Shikamaru. "It's a seal that goes around another seal. The outside seal taps into the carrier's chakra to invoke whatever it is the inner seal does. They're not commonly known because they're quite difficult to make. One slip and the whole thing backfires on the creator."

 

Iruka blinked. Well, since it didn't backfire, I guess it worked.

 

Ibiki slouched back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling. "And it seems that someone in this town knows how to make one."

 

Iruka sipped at his coffee, trying hard to remove the lump of terror in his throat.

 

Neji frowned. "Sir?"

 

Ibiki smiled at Neji. "One of my ANBU just came back from dinner the victim of one."

 

"Eh?" Shikamaru blinked. "What happened?"

 

Ibiki leaned back and threw one arm over Iruka's shoulder. "He was hit with the sexy-jutsu."

 

Iruka couldn't help but stiffen under the heavy arm, but at the same time, a small spark of pride raced through him. It worked! His sexy-jutsu seal worked!

 

"Sexy-jutsu...?" Neji shook his head. "But, Naruto isn't in town."

 

Ibiki nodded. "Correct. Naruto isn't in town, which meant he must have taught it to someone else before he left." His hand patted Iruka's shoulder heavily.

 

Shikamaru eyed the hand on Iruka's shoulder and frowned. "Wait, isn't that a transformation jutsu, as in, it's not an illusion?"

 

Ibiki nodded. "Correct again. My ANBU now has the fully functional body of a female."

 

A smile tugged at Shikamaru's lips, though he valiantly tried to hold it back. "Is he-she cute?"

 

Cute? Iruka choked out an inadvertent laugh.

 

Neji rolled his eyes and elbowed Shikamaru.

 

Shikamaru looked over at Neji. "What? It's a legitimate question!"

 

Ibiki blinked then smiled in relaxed humor. "Actually, yes she is. And truthfully...?" He looked over at Iruka. "It couldn't have happened to a nicer...guy."

 

Iruka blinked wide-eyed at the head of the torture and investigations department. "You don't say?"

 

Ibiki heaved out a sigh. "Been needing to give that one an attitude adjustment for a while now, but wasn't quite sure how to do it without permanent damage."

 

Neji smiled very mildly. "Well, your ANBU has certainly gained a new...outlook."

 

Ibiki nodded. "Yep, but now I'm wondering just how long that outlook will last." His gaze slid over to Iruka.

 

Iruka set his coffee cup down carefully. "Well, my guess would be that it'll last until either it's removed by someone that knows the sexy-jutsu, or until the seal runs its course somewhere between thirty and ninety days."

 

"So, with Naruto out of town..." Ibiki rubbed his chin and looked up at the ceiling. "It'll take ninety days to wear off, huh?"

 

"Or less." Iruka picked up the coffee pot to refill his empty cup. Well, well... Apparently, Ibiki liked the idea of his ANBU being stuck in the opposite gender, at least for a while.

 

Shikamaru smiled slyly. "Actually, if the conditions change enough it could go permanent."

 

Iruka looked over at Shikamaru in open alarm, the coffee pot thumping onto the table. That was not something to say in front of Ibiki!

 

Ibiki scowled ferociously. "What conditions...?"

 

Shikamaru's smile didn't fade one iota. "Conditions such as, if your ANBU doesn't think to use birth control?"

 

Iruka's eyes widened. He hadn't even considered pregnancy. He swallowed hard but his voice still came out a bit tight. "That would be a major enough change to make the transformation permanent."

 

Ibiki blinked then turned to stare hard at Iruka. "You have another one right?"

 

Iruka swallowed hard and stared at his barely touched cake plate.

 

Ibiki held out his hand. "Hand it over."

 

Iruka sighed and reached into his pocket to pull out the other tag. He placed it in Ibiki's hand.

 

Ibiki eyed the tag. "Hmm... Clean, no trace of the maker's chakra what so ever." He used his other hand to reach into his coat pocket and pulled out a small scroll. He unrolled it just enough to set the blank-looking tag in it, then rolled it closed. "To keep it from accidentally going off." He eyed Iruka. "Tell the maker that he does clean work." There was a flash of crackling blue chakra, and he was gone.

 

Iruka didn't have the chakra to spare to hide his pleased blush.

 

Neji snorted. "Tell the maker -- my ass! He knew it was you when he got here."

 

Shikamaru's gaze narrowed on Iruka. "I just wanna know how Ibiki knew it was you so fast?"

 

Iruka nibbled on his bottom lip. "Um..." He offered a half-hearted smile. "He kind of knows the full extent of my abilities?"

 

Neji sighed and rubbed his brow. "Which apparently includes enough expertise in seals to create a sexy-jutsu tag."

 

Shikamaru slouched into the bench and openly pouted. "Jeeze, how many secrets do you have?"

 

"A few." Iruka set his elbows on the table and leaned forward. "And I'd appreciate it if you'd both keep that one under your hat. It's not something I like people to know."

 

Shikamaru's brow lifted. "Sure, as long as you agree to show me how to make a tap seal."

 

Neji nudged his lover's ribs. "Both of us -- I want to know how to make your tapping seal too."

 

Iruka rolled his eyes and groaned. "I figured as much."

 

Shikamaru smiled wickedly. "I'll throw in a chicken fettuccini dinner the night you show us?"

 

Neji pursed his lips. "I believe I can find a bottle of white wine."

 

Iruka sat up straight. "Done!"

 

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