Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Ju-On ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Wee! I got this done! Sorry for this being late. But I was too scared to type any chapters. Now where on earth have you seen an `author' who's scares herself from writing fics? That would be me!

A big thank you to b4k4-girl who not only beta-read this chapter but actually gave me a lil' boost to NOT be afraid…somehow. Ah, the power of chatting on MSN. Woohoo!

Sorry for the lateness! Gomen, gomen, gomen!!!!

Enjoy!

JU-ON 2

Iruka sat up from his bed, slightly drenched in sweat as he gasped for breath. His hair fell on his face, his back hunched as he stared at his shaking hands. The loud rush of rain falling on the roof of his apartment complex drummed in his ears, just like his heart. He glanced at the body beside him, lying on its side and facing the wall, the mass of silver hair scattered on the light blue pillow. He inhaled a shaky breath and dragged his naked form off the bed.

"That dream again." He whispered to himself, picking up his clothes and folding them before placing them in his laundry basket. He then gathered Kakashi's clothes and folded them on the high back chair in the corner of his room where he sat to read books when he couldn't sleep at night. Kakashi was still deep asleep under the white and blue sheets of the bed, legs concealed under the twisted mass of cotton. His torso gleamed white, his arms around the pillow his head was resting on, light puffs of breath escaping his nose and slightly parted lips.

Whore.

Iruka felt the deep twist within him as he watched Kakashi sleep like a baby, not a care in the world. He tore his gaze away and picked up a robe from the hamper behind the door and slipped it on as he headed for the kitchen. He was thankful that it was the weekend and he didn't have much work to do. He could take it easy for a while; maybe get some rest and proper sleep. He yawned widely as he set the kettle to boil. He debated whether to have creamed tea or coffee, but then decided on having hot chocolate instead. While he was mixing his cup, he suddenly remembered his dream

It had been nearly a month or maybe more ago when he started having the same recurring dream. It seemed persistent, but he had paid it little to no attention. He was young then, angry at the loss of his parents and he didn't understand how world ran and how there were laws of give and take. Like equal trade. You lose something but you also gain something in return.

"What did I gain?" Iruka asked himself, as he buttered some toast and stared at the golden brown surface of the bread.

Slut.

He gained his title as a chuunin and as a trusted shinobi to both the third and the fifth. He gained respect from nearly everybody as a shinobi and as a person. He gained the trust of people, their comfort around him and vice versa, and the undying affection of all his students, graduates or undergraduates. Iruka lifted the toast to his lips but stopped. He also gained the undying lust of a man who could never love him, the opportunity and fortune of being in the arms of the great copy-nin, only to feel used and empty.

Prostitute.

A sad look glazed his eyes and he set the toast down on the white porcelain plate before him. It had a little yellow print of a sun and blue waves that apparently signified water. He looked at the lame design carefully. It was nothing flashy or eye catching, but it reminded him that the sunrays don't always hit the bottom of the ocean. While some places will gain light, others will remain in the dark. He couldn't help but think of how ironic it was. He may have gained the respect that could rival that of a Hokage, but he could not gain something that he deeply desired. There was a thick line between what he wanted and what he could have. And it hurt him to think about it, but every time he remembered Kakashi's face when he slept like he had no troubles, or the contraction of his facial muscles when he groaned in pleasure or how his lips parted as he sucked in deep breaths during orgasm, he couldn't find it in him to deny him his feeling of pleasure. The life of a shinobi was hard. You're lucky if you live to thirty and to have someone waiting for you gives you a feeling of security and contentment. Then again, you're a very lucky shinobi if you possess both.

Iruka picked up his toast and sank his teeth into it, chewing on the semi-crunchy breakfast silently, his mind's wheels spinning with thoughts. In the end, he was left with a deep hurting feeling that was filled with anger and, surprisingly, love.

Light footsteps sounded in the hall as thunder rolled in the sky. Iruka shut his eyelids as the bright flash illuminated his house. He set half of his toast on the plate and lifted the mug to his lips, taking a light sip of the warm, sweet liquid. Arms snaked around his chest, fingers playing with his nipples as a wet tongue smelling of toothpaste ran down his neck, the smell of soap invading his nostrils.

"Good morning Kakashi." He said, and set his cup down. "Would you like some coffee?"

"No, thanks. Got something to eat?" Kakashi asked, taking a seat opposite him.

"Toast and cereal. Pick one." Iruka said, not really bothering to look up at the copy-nin. This was a classic greeting coming from Kakashi. It was not a strange setting at all. It had been a month or two since they became warmers for each other's bed, but most of the time Kakashi was with him in his apartment.

"Cereal."

Iruka stood up and took out a bowl and spoon from the cupboard, setting them in front of Kakashi, along with the carton of milk and box of bran cereal. Kakashi poured himself some cereal and milk, while Iruka sat on his chair and continued to sip his hot chocolate. Kakashi ate silently, spooning cereal into his mouth and chewing it evenly. He was dressed in nothing but boxers after his morning shower, his body imperfect with wounds from battle, but still somewhat beautiful with his pale complexion. Iruka stared at the contents of his cup, twirling it around as he watched the darker sediment of his hot chocolate mix with the denser liquids floating above it.

His mind drifted off to his dream once more and he couldn't help but wonder again about why it started to come back. It was an empty promise, a child's impulsive anger, his pathetic and selfish thoughts, and his mere naiveté. Surely he didn't feel the same now. He loved Naruto like any older brother or maybe even father would. He saw him as his charge, a mirror image of himself when he was on his `jolly' way to being a genin and chuunin. Naruto may be loud and annoying, but Iruka knew from the bottom of his heart that Naruto was caring, protective, honest and loyal and even intelligent under all his smile-like-I-don't-care and goof-up attitude. He was a real gem among gems and Iruka wanted to pamper him as much as he could. He didn't know why his dream started coming, but shrugging it off as something silly and not important, he pushed it to the back of his mind.

A sudden flash of thunder illuminated the sky, the loud booming noise coming a second or two later. Iruka suddenly felt goosebumps glaze his skin as he continued to stare at his cup while he swirled it.

"Kakashi? How is Naruto?" He asked, not taking his eyes off the contents of his cup.

"He's fine." Kakashi answered, stirring his cereal lazily. "Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering." Iruka said, still swirling his cup. "I haven't seen him in quite a while."

"You know how it is. He has Sasuke in his team. They don't really get along much. Rivalry and the likes."

"Of course." Iruka answered and set his cup down, pushing his chair back. As he stood up, a frown crossed his face. He could feel a piercing gaze on his back, like someone was looking at him and undressing him with his/her eyes. His frown deepened as he carried his cup to the sink and tossed the contents of his plate into the trash bin. As he rinsed his cup and plate clean, the feeling of eyes pricking his back intensified. He turned around slightly and found Kakashi busy eating his cereal. Shaking his head slightly, he rinsed his hand from dishwashing soapsuds and headed for the bathroom to take a shower.

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Iruka dipped his head a bit under the shower spray to rinse the shampoo off his hair. He massaged his scalp, keeping his eyes closed as the mint-scented suds trickled down his frame. With both his hands he pushed back his hair and turned the tap off, grabbing the towel from the rack and beginning to wipe his face. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and blinked. His body looked awfully pale and the bruises were really not fading at all. He would have thought the huge bruise on his hip from when Kakashi bit him while he was giving him a hand-job would have faded already since it had been already a week or so. But it was still there, looking raw and new.

Worried, he opened the shelf of his bathroom mirror and took out some cream to apply on the bruise. He never really paid his body that much attention, but upon seeing his reflection, he began to feel a bit afraid that his body wasn't healing as it normally would.

He entered his bedroom and dropped the towel on the bed, bending to the bottom drawer of his closet to take out some underwear.

"You know, you shouldn't really go around bending over like that." Kakashi said from the doorway.

"Oh?" Iruka gave a slight gasp when hands came into contact with his buttocks, sliding around his waist to his manhood, fingers grasping it tightly and pulling. "I have to get groceries, Kakashi. You can wait for an hour or two."

"Fine." Kakashi said, withdrawing his hand. "But can you?"

Iruka rolled his eyes and turned around to face him, still naked with his hair plastered to his neck and back. His manhood was halfway erect and seeing Kakashi shirtless with his boxers looking tighter than usual, Iruka really couldn't say anything.

"I'm throwing that question back at you." Iruka said. "You only care about yourself, don't you?" Iruka pushed Kakashi on the bed, jerking his boxers off. He knelt by the bed and half climbed over Kakashi's thighs before giving the now erect organ a long lick. "You twisted bastard."

"Yeah, but you like being down there, don't you?" Kakashi gave a loud yelp when Iruka bit him, and soon he was groaning and his hands were fisted around the sheets.

Iruka continued his task of relieving Kakashi of his problem; his own long ago shriveled away, when several thoughts crossed his mind.

Whore.

Slut.

Prostitute.

Iruka continued sucking and licking, his attention getting a bit dimmer as his ears were filled with Kakashi's groans, long pale fingers tangling in his long dark hair and grasping it tight. Iruka flicked a glance sideways, and caught sight of his reflection half leaning against the bed while on his knees. His eyes widened, because he didn't see a naked form of himself, but someone clad in black pants and black wrappings around the chest and arms. But that was not what made him stare at the reflection harder. It was the red eyes that were full of malice that stared back, and the sly grin that was now spreading on his reflection's lips.

Iruka gagged when he felt hot, sticky liquid fill his mouth, falling on his side and coughing violently. Kakashi sat up after a few seconds, staring at him with wide eyes as Iruka coughed and hacked. Iruka brought a hand to his mouth to stop himself from coughing, but he couldn't. When the coughing sensation finally faded, he stared at his hands, and found them stained with Kakashi's seed and his own blood dripping from his mouth.

TBC

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