Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Ju-On ❯ Part 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Okay, this chapter is, uh, actually I don't know what to say about this chapter. Except that - man, I can't believe I wrote this! Squee! A big thanks to b4k4-girl for beta-reading this for me. Not only that, but also to her encouraging words that basically makes me feel like I'm on cloud nine! Wee! Cake for everyone!

Enjoy! ^____^

JU-ON 3

Iruka stared at his hands, unable to process a coherent thought. His mind was wheeling with a thousand possibilities of everything and anything. Kakashi was staring at him from the bed, and hissed out a curse.

"What happened?" Kakashi demanded.

Iruka trembled and stood up shakily. "I bit the side of my mouth by accident."

Kakashi scrutinized him some more. "You don't look very good."

"Hell, you think I don't know that?" Iruka snapped, grabbing his towel and wiping his hand and mouth. "Yeah, well, like it even matters. You got your orgasm now so just shut up."

"Snappy aren't we?" Kakashi retorted.

"All you care about is the sex." Iruka hissed, grabbing clothes from his closet and pulling them on. "Don't even say anything otherwise, because you'd just be lying."

"I won't."

"You never do anyway." Iruka mumbled, hurt filling his chest so strongly he could feel the familiar prickling behind his eyelids. "I'm going out."

"Yeah, whatever." Kakashi said, and began to get dressed.

Iruka left the apartment, slamming the door shut, a tear escaping one of his eyes. He wiped it away angrily and checked his wallet if he had enough money for groceries. Shoving his wallet into his pocket, he made his way out of his apartment complex, forgetting that it was raining, and soon he was soaked to the bone.

He never really went to the grocery store. He went to the cenotaph instead, and knelt in front of the blue marble. He shut his eyes tightly and bit his lower lip, the rain coming down harder and colder. He could feel his throat getting tighter and tighter and when he couldn't hold it in anymore, he wrapped his arms around his body and wept.

But he still thought it was the rain on his face and not his tears.

He never cried.

He liked to think so.

His father never really liked it when he cried.

Whore.

XXX

He long ago gave up on his ponytail and lost his hair tie. He was staring at the raining sky from under an oak tree, still dripping wet. The cenotaph was a few yards in front of him, and he was feeling cold. He was feeling numb and old, like he aged so much in a span of an hour? Maybe two?

He dropped his head on his folded arm resting on his drawn up knee.

Slut.

A sudden presence in front of him. He looked up and found Naruto holding a towel out to him, dressed in his usual orange jump suit, a dark blue umbrella in hand.

"Here. You should dry yourself up sensei." He said, blue eyes smiling.

Iruka stared at him for a while, surprised, awed, shocked, all meshing up together to form the same feeling of fondness he felt whenever he saw the boy. He stared at the dark green towel being held out to him for a while, before shakily taking it and wiping his face.

"Thank you." He whispered and wiped his face some more.

"Kill him!"

Iruka jumped slightly at the cool voice that reached his ear. He looked up at Naruto and found him staring back with a puzzled expression. "Did you say something, Naruto?"

Naruto blinked and shook his head. "No. I didn't say anything."

Iruka shook his head a bit and dried his hair. "What are you doing out here anyway? Shouldn't you be at home resting? It's been a tiring week, or so I heard from your instructor."

"Well, I went to get some lunch and I was on my way home. Then I saw you kneeling over there and you were getting really wet." Naruto looked up at Iruka sadly. "So I brought you a towel." Naruto continued to look at him directly, his blue gaze piercing his. "Sensei, are you lonely?

Iruka stared at Naruto for a while, not sure of what he could say. He then smiled. "I'm just a bit tired and stressed out from work."

Naruto looked away. "You don't have to lie to me you know." Naruto's eyes glazed with sadness, something that he dared not show anyone other than Iruka. "I'm not a little kid anymore. I'm thirteen."

"I know you're not." Iruka said, staring at the sky. "I'm not lonely."

"You look like it." Naruto said quietly. "Sensei, I know it's none of my business or anything. But lately you look so tired and so sad, that - that - I - well, I'm sorry." Naruto turned to look at the cenotaph. "Maybe it wouldn't have been so hard on you if your family was here, right?" The towel Iruka was holding came in to contact with Naruto's face quite hard.

"Don't ever think that!" Iruka snapped. "You were nothing but a baby boy! How could you have known on what was going on?" Iruka knelt before Naruto and held him by the shoulders. "I could care less if you have Kyuubi in you! I don't give a damn! Don't ever think like that again, you hear? I love you as Naruto! I don't care what you carry, you're still Naruto! Am I making myself clear?"

Naruto stared at Iruka with sad eyes and lifted up a corner of the towel to wipe away the tears trickling down Iruka's face. "You know something sensei? After all that has happened, with the third dying and Sasuke going away and Orochimaru's war thing, I've learned a lot of things." Iruka continued shedding tears as he stared at innocent yet mature blue eyes. "I learned that being ninja doesn't mean being strong. It means having someone to protect and come home to. It's okay to cry when you're happy." Iruka did not understand what Naruto was trying to say, but his words were striking ever chord inside him, reminding him of what was waiting for him at home every cold night. "But you're not happy, Iruka-sensei. And I know you're strong. So don't cry anymore okay?"

Iruka licked his lips and dipped his head. "Sometimes it's not that easy anymore." He said in defeat.

"Then find something to keep you happy. That's what I always do. Like, like, for example, when I'm sad, I just remember the times when we play together or go for ramen. Then I don't feel like crying anymore. As long as I have those memories, I don't fear losing my life in being a shinobi." Naruto beamed. "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take; but by the moments that take our breaths away."

Iruka blinked and stared at Naruto. "Where did you get that from?"

Naruto grinned. "From television." Iruka could only smile sadly, but Naruto gave him a hug, forgetting his umbrella. "What I'm trying to say is, I'm here for you too, Iruka-sensei."

Iruka embraced Naruto tightly. "I know. I know you're here. And that's what all that matters." Smiling and forgetting his worries, Iruka pulled back and ruffled Naruto's now damp hair. "What do you say I make you some dinner eh? But you'll have to help me go grocery shopping."

"Okay!" Naruto said, jumping up to his feet. "But first, we have to get you dried or else you'll end up getting a cold."

"Hey, that's my line! I'm the grown-up here!"

"Well, I'm a grown-up too!"

Iruka laughed. "Yeah, right."

Naruto jumped on his back and both of them laughed as Iruka ran down the path to town, the water splashing as the rain poured down even harder.

XXX

Iruka returned home late that Saturday night, after making Naruto a lovely dinner of grilled salmon and chocolate cake for dessert. His house was quiet and empty when he entered. He reached for the switch and turned it on, to find Kakashi crouching by the windowpane, staring directly at him.

Iruka jumped a bit in surprise and slammed the door shut in annoyance. "I thought you went home."

Prostitute.

"I wanted my whore." Kakashi said.

"Your whore is tired. Find someone else." Iruka said and tossed his keys on the coffee table and headed for the bedroom, pulling his shirt off as he did so.

"That's too bad. I was going to make you ride me from the top." Kakashi said, leaning against the doorframe. "Are you mad at me or something?"

"I'm tired." Iruka said, pulling his pants off and tossing them into the laundry basket.

Kakashi grabbed him from behind and held his hands behind his back, whirling him so that Iruka faced the mirror. "You look fine to me."

"You just got back from a mission. Shouldn't you be resting?" Iruka said in resignation, knowing that there was no escaping this one.

"Oh, I didn't know you cared." Kakashi whispered into his ear. "You love me, don't you?"

"Whores don't love." Iruka replied quietly, dipping his head.

"Don't they?" Kakashi whispered, sliding his hands up Iruka's shoulder and reaching for his nipple, playing with it in between his fingers. His tongue came to Iruka's temple, licking him down towards his neck, where he began to suck affectionately. "You sure?" Iruka bit his lower lip to stop the cry of pleasure from escaping his throat. Kakashi's other hand slithered down to his manhood, sneaking past his boxer's waistband and rubbing tantalizing circles on his now erect organ. "That's too bad."

Iruka looked up to stare at his reflection and came face to face with faces staring at him from behind Kakashi. So many faces. So many angry pale faces, with dark eyes staring deep into his. A cry escaped his throat and he pushed Kakashi back roughly making the Jounin fall on the bed rather roughly. Iruka fell on his knees and hid his face behind his hands.

He looked behind him to find Kakashi sprawled on the bed, a very confused and pissed-off look plastered on his handsome face.

But there were no pale angry faces.

There were no angry eyes.

Iruka could hear his heart drumming in his ears, and banging on his rib cage. He stared around the room wildly, and steadied himself. Before Kakashi could even say anything about why he was screaming like a woman giving birth, he got rid of his last article of clothing, stripped Kakashi of his clothes and positioned himself over Kakashi's erection.

Still, he couldn't say anything.

But this time it felt different.

Because this time, he was starting to feel afraid.

Whore.

TBC

Eek. The bed linen will need changing. Poor Iruka. He has to do laundry EVERYDAY. Lol

Toodles!