Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Indecent Exposure ~ A Naruto Fan-Fic (K/I) ❯ Chapter 22

Indecent Exposure

A 'Naruto' fan-fiction by Ookami Kasumi

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~ Twenty-Two ~

 

Plastic shopping bag in hand, Iruka climbed the stairs to his apartment. After leaving the restaurant, Neji and Shikamaru had been kind enough to drop him off at the corner store. He'd been able to get a few necessities, but if he wanted to cook something decent for Kakashi's...visit, he'd have to go the fresh market grocery tomorrow.

 

He set his hand to the front door to his apartment to unlock it and knocked lightly to shut down his traps. After opening the door, and locking it behind him, Iruka kicked off his sandals at the step. He hung up his jackets and padded into the kitchen to put his groceries away.

 

Ibiki had been pleased with his tapping seal prank. That both warmed Iruka's cheeks and chilled his blood at the same time. That also made twice that the head of Investigations and Torture had noticed him. That couldn't be good. Iruka shook his head. Too late now.

 

He walked across the hall to his bedroom to change into his sweat pants hoping that doing a full hour of Gai's exercises would calm him down enough to sleep.

 

It didn't.

 

That he had come under Ibiki's eye was pretty damned unsettling, but even more so was that he'd be seeing Kakashi sometime the next day. No amount of focus on his exercises would wash that last fact out of his head.

 

Oh yes, he was definitely obsessed--which definitely wasn't good. When Kakashi finally left him because of the sexual nature of his missions, there'd be an extremely nasty crash waiting for him.

 

With sweat rolling down his skin and depression settling over his heart, Iruka finally gave up on his exercises. He flopped back on the hardwood floor to stare out his upside-down picture window at the stars. Truthfully, there was nothing he could do about it. He didn't want to stop seeing Kakashi, selfish as that was. He'd just have to deal with the consequences when they happened.

 

The gods only knew how many beds he'd end up in this time, if he even made it to a bed. After his last break up, he'd been pressed up against an alley wall behind one of the civilian bars more times than he cared to count.

 

What really confused him was how fast it had happened. One bout of mission sex had done it. One! Was he really that hard-up for sex? Iruka covered his eyes with both hands and groaned. "I really am a slut."

 

With a growl, Iruka rolled up onto his feet. This has got to stop. I am a full grown adult, not some angsty teen-ager, damn it! His narrowed gaze focused on his invisible closet. Maybe some weapon practice would work off some of his mood?

 

Iruka took a fast shower then changed into some black standard fatigue pants and a plain black, sleeveless, tank-top. After fastening his weapon's pouch around his hips, he went to his closet. A drop of blood invoked the seal hiding the door.

 

In the small dark room crammed with shelves, Iruka bypassed his father's swords in favor of one of his mother's sword-bladed spears, her naginata. He gripped the four foot staff and examined the dragonfly etched, black wakizashi short-sword blade. It was an unusual weapon for a ninja to carry mainly because it was damned hard to conceal and took a lot of room to use effectively. However, it was practical in practice because downed branches, poles, and pipe sections were pretty easy to find when a war-zone included a town--or a forest.

 

His mother had preferred it as a weapon because naginata were extremely effective against long katana swords--the most common unconcealed weapon a ninja carried. One of Iruka's favorite memories of his parents was where his mother, armed with one of her naginata, had squared off against his father's paired long-swords. She'd trounced him soundly, not once, but four bouts in a row.

 

Naturally, his father had come up with a way to at least semi-conceal his mother's favorite weapon. He had a pair of them made retractable.

 

With a smile, Iruka pressed the small button roughly in the middle of the steel-alloy pole. The butt-end and the spear end abruptly slipped into the section before it, and so on and so forth until only a four hand section and the spear end were visible, making it look more like a short sword.

 

With a slightly melancholic smile, Iruka picked up the over-the-shoulder sheath harness made for it and left the closet. He reset the concealment seal then slipped into the harness, sheathing the retracted naginata on his back, and went to put on his sandals.

 

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By traveling across roofs and trees, Iruka made it to the practice field he preferred to use in record time. The small meadow of long grass was completely surrounded by forest and lit only by the quarter moon rising over the tree tops. In short, it was damned dark.

 

That suited Iruka just fine.

 

Utterly alone in grassy field, he drew the naginata from his back sheath, snapped out his hand with a flourish and released the sword bladed spear to full length. With a sharp heel turn, he swung the spear into a spinning circle before him. The sharp edge of the black sword blade flashed in the dim moonlight.

 

A quick change in grip moved the whirling spear from before him to around his body, literally rolling the spear's pole around his hips, his waist, and then his neck too fast for the unassisted eye to see. He jammed the butt in the dirt and slashed out a few scissor kicks to try out his balance on the uneven ground. The kicks went exactly where he intended them to go. With a sharp smile, he dropped to spin the spear around him yet again. Using the staff end for leverage, he launched into a twirling high jump while whirling the spear around him in a deadly arc.

 

He landed and rolled only to launch skyward again, pointed north this time. Then again pointing east, then south, then west, then north once more...

 

Whirling through the air lifted Iruka's spirits as not much else could. If he'd used chakra he could have flown higher, but he took pride in having the control and balance it took to fly through the air without it.

 

"Chakra can do some miraculous things, but one shouldn't rely solely on it because it always runs out eventually."

 

Those had been his mother's words.

 

"It's not what you have; it's how you use it."

 

Those had been his father's.

 

So far, both his parents had been proven right. He'd survived one of the most vicious jounin instructors in the history of the village, not because he'd been powerful, but because he'd been smart enough to know how to use what was at hand. A chakra burst wasn't the only thing that could defuse a trap. A flung kunai blade to the exact right spot worked too.

 

To the south, an absence of chakra caught Iruka's attention.

 

What many people overlooked was that every living thing gave off chakra because that's what chakra was, the power of life itself. Even stones and man-made things gave off chakra--remnants of the energy that surrounded them or created them. A weapon could easily be traced to its master by the chakra infused in it from simply being carried around. It might not be more than a trace, but it was still there. An absence could only happen when someone was deliberately blocking it out.

 

In short, Iruka had an observer who didn't want his presence known.

 

Iruka dropped from the sky with a sour smile. Idiot. If they hadn't wanted their presence known, they should have toned it down, not erased it completely. That way they would have blended in with the rest of the woodland chakra.

 

Deciding to pretend he hadn't noticed, he slashed into the kata drills his mother had taught him. Either they would announce themselves, or go away.

 

Hopefully, it wasn't one of the three ANBU he'd run into at dinner.

 

Iruka shook his head minutely. Not likely. They had no way of knowing he had anything to do with their teammate's sudden transformation. Being a lowly chuunin, he was too far below their radar to even suspect.

 

Unless Ibiki had told them he'd been behind the prank?

 

Iruka smiled. I seriously doubt it. In fact, Ibiki was far more likely to take the credit for it.

 

"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."

 

Iruka slid into the guard position, which just happened to face his concealed observer.

 

The absence suddenly launched itself from the woods straight at Iruka in complete silence. Not a sound came from the trees or even the grass.

 

Instinctively, Iruka lashed out with the bladed end of his spear.

 

Two crossed swords met his blade. Holding them was a ninja in full ANBU gear. However, his white face mask was missing. Staring at him from only an arm's length away over a plain black cloth mask that concealed the bottom half of his face, was the Hatake Kakashi.

 

Iruka's libido slammed into high gear, empting his brain while filling his dick with unholy speed. "Kakashi?"

 

Kakashi smiled, his mismatched eyes creasing. "I said that you could hide if you wanted to, but I didn't think you'd actually do it."

 

Iruka snorted and pulled back his spear. "Who's hiding? I'm just practicing." He frowned. "I thought you wouldn't be back until tomorrow?"

 

Kakashi's gaze slid to the side. "I...was done early." He rolled his twin swords over his hands with smooth grace and looked back at Iruka. "You don't mind, do you? Did you have other plans?"

 

Iruka smiled right back. "No, no plans."

 

"Good." Kakashi flipped his swords around his hands. "You're pretty good with that." He nodded toward Iruka's spear. His hands snapped downward to point his blades at the ground. "How about a quick spar?"

 

Iruka's brow lifted. Pretty good? He was much better than pretty good. His mother's training had been very thorough, as was Sarutobi the third Hokage's.

 

What few people remembered was that the third Hokage's weapon of choice wasn't a sword. It was a bo, a six-foot quarter-staff granted by his spirit summons, Son Goku, the monkey king. Iruka had been one of the few privileged to spar with Sarutobi naginata to bo, but that wasn't something Iruka shared. Well, Anko-chan knew, but Anko-chan liked keeping secrets as much as he did.

 

Iruka manfully held back his smirk. "If you like, but I feel I have the advantage." And that was all the warning the Hatake, Kakashi was getting. Sarutobi had noted more than once that his skill with the naginata was on par with that of an ANBU. A shame he didn't have the chakra to go with it.

 

Kakashi's visible silver brow rose. "I'm not that winded." His eye creased into a smile. "But if you honestly feel that way--" He used the butt of his sword to push his visor up, exposing his whirling red Sharingan eye. "--Then you won't mind if I use this."

 

Crap! The son of a bitch would see everything coming, no matter how fast he went. Iruka shoved his alarm down and kept the smile on his face. "Do you mind if we do this without chakra assistance, other than your eye? I'm kind of low at the moment." If he could get Kakashi to use normal human speeds, he might still have a chance. Seeing it coming didn't mean he could block it.

 

Kakashi's smile didn't falter one iota. "No problem."

 

"Excellent." Iruka stepped back, squared his stance, and set his naginata to his shoulder, one arm crossing his chest to hold the spear in formal starting position. A calm warm wind blew through his heart, stilling and centering his spirit. "You may begin when ready."

 

Both of Kakashi's brows rose. "Iruka-sensei..." He lunged into a lightning fast attack, both swords pointed straight at Iruka.

 

Iruka slid to the side and used the spear end and the butt end of his weapon to redirect both blades harmlessly past with a screeching clang. Without thought, he lashed out and nicked the knot at the back of the jounin's head-protector in passing.

 

Kakashi whirled into a defensive position, one sword high, the other low. His forehead protector abruptly dropped past his nose to land on the ground. Kakashi blinked.

 

Iruka smiled sweetly. "Oh, did I do that? Oops."

 

Kakashi used his upper hand to tuck a thumb into his mask to pull it down past his chin revealing a feral grin that showed fangs. "That was good, Iruka-sensei."

 

Iruka slid back into his fighting stance, the smile still on his lips. "An accident, I assure you." Bald-faced lie.

 

Kakashi's grin broadened and he lunged.

 

Iruka didn't bother to even try to follow Kakashi's blades. He emptied his mind utterly and let his trained instincts guide his hands and feet. Sword blade slid against spear blade, making sparks and metallic shrieks. Sword blade slammed into steel shaft hard enough to make a hollow ring and make the spear vibrate in Iruka's palms.

 

With a whirling spin of his weapon, Iruka bough the distance and the room to flip over Kakashi's head and lashed out in attack.

 

Kakashi whirled and jumped in reply.

 

In mid-air, weapons clanged into contact and lashing kicks were exchanged. On the ground, stomping feet sought to pin the other's weapon to the ground, only to find a fist or elbow ready to defend it. Not a word was spoken. There wasn't time. There wasn't breath.

 

Iruka didn't feel a single nick from Kakashi's blades, but he knew they were there all the same. Abruptly an opening that normally wouldn't be considered an opening--if he had been using swords--presented itself. Before he'd even tried to calculate if it was a trap, Iruka's body was already going for it.

 

To his utter and complete surprise, Kakashi's swords--both of them--went sailing into the air and his spear point was at Kakashi's throat.

 

Kakashi blinked at Iruka wide-eyed.

 

Iruka blinked back. Eh? He'd disarmed him? The blood left his face. He yanked back the spear and grounded the butt, not sure if he should be thrilled or scared out of his mind. "Um..."

 

Kakashi grinned nearly as wide as Gai's. "Fuck! That was good!"

 

Iruka smiled a little uneasily. "You don't...mind?" That I beat you?

 

Kakashi shook his head. "Hell no, that was fun!" He trotted off to collect his tossed swords and yelled over his shoulder. "We have to do that again!"

 

Iruka smiled after him, relieved that he wasn't about to be killed for his presumption. "Sure, if you like."

 

Kakashi came bounding back with his swords sheathed on his back. "I like! I like!" He hopped to a stop before Iruka grinning like a maniac. "I haven't had this much fun with anybody in years."

 

Iruka allowed himself a full smile. "I'd be glad to spar with you anytime you like." He turned to shrink the naginata back down to short-sword length.

 

Kakashi tilted his head. "Oh, retractable."

 

Iruka smiled, perhaps a touch proudly. "My mother's. Father had it made that way so she could use it in battle." He turned the blade to show off the dragonfly etching.

 

Kakashi nodded. "Practical. Anyway, I'm glad we stopped when we did."

 

Iruka turned to face him. "Oh?"

 

Kakashi's smile slid away. "Because I really don't think I could wait much longer."

 

Alarm spilled through Iruka. His gaze darted about Kakashi noting small rips and dark-stained tears in his leather suit. There were dark smeared dents in his leg greaves and arm bracers too. He frowned. "Are you hurt?" Did I hurt him? Oh god, Tsunade is going to kill me!

 

Kakashi winced a bit. "I am in...some pain." His hand whipped out to grab Iruka's wrist. "Here." He pressed Iruka's palm to the crotch of his pants, and the fierce erection hiding behind it.

 

Iruka blinked then swallowed. "Oh."

 

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