Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Paradise Lost ❯ Tea for Two ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: ftmboi 
Iruka gets something special, and our boys meet up for some tea... Will Kakashi make it on time?
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.05.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 905 | Status: Work In Progress
Iruka gets something special, and our boys meet up for some tea... Will Kakashi make it on time?
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.05.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 905 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Paradise Lost
Author: ftmboi
Rating: Probably light R for language and innuendo
Warnings: If you like doe-eyed, helpless, naively innocent, ever-bowing Iruka, then this is not the fic for you. If you like SexualPredator!Kakashi, this is not the fic for you. Also, this is slash… Y-A-O-I… If you don’t like boys boffing each other, don’t read, m’kay? Also... FLUFFINESS! Sorry, but I couldn't help myself. Don't worry, I promise it'll get steamy sometime soon.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Please don't sue me.
A/N: I'm sad... No one reviewed chapter 2! Oh well, I know you're reading cause I've almost got 200 views since I first posted. So on with the fun!
A little background info: I don't know if any of you are familiar with the term "kancho"... Remember the "thousand years of pain" that Kakashi gave to Naruto? Well, that is called a "kancho", which is a prank that Japanese kids like to play, very similar to the american "wet-willy". Needless to say, a lot of teachers in the elementary and middle schools of Japan get very used to dodging kancho attempts!
Chapter 3: "Tea for Two"
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Iruka sat down at his desk after bringing the children in from recess. That Konohamaru could be a real handful... He'd somehow organized a Kancho Brigade, determined to finally get past Iruka's keen senses and pull a great prank on the mild mannered teacher. Iruka leaned back and sighed, thankful that he'd gotten out of it with his ass intact. This was his free period, so he planned on going over his lesson plan and grading a few assignments.
As he reached over to his books, he noted that there was something extra there on the stack. He picked up the foreign book and blinked in surprise. "Icha Icha Paradise... Volume 1," he read aloud. He wondered how it had gotten there, and absently flipped it open. As he peeked inside, he drew an abrupt breath. There, on the inside cover, was a neatly handwritten message. "Iruka, thank you very much for taking care of my book for me. Since you seemed interested in it, I thought I might repay you by giving you my old copy of the first book. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have. Respectfully, Hatake Kakashi."
He read over the words two, maybe three times, completely taken aback at the sincerity of the message. Iruka really hadn't thought it was that big of a deal. He'd have done it for anyone. But he supposed that to Kakashi, the books were not just bound paper. They were more like dear friends--the kind you cling to through good times and bad, and share everything with. Sure, it was rather odd that badly-written, slightly perverted books were the jounin's best friends, but who was he to judge? Iruka had one, maybe two friends he could count on, and if they had gone missing, he would forever be grateful to someone who cared for them and returned them safely. He smiled softly, closing the book and resting his hand upon it. Kakashi's gesture warmed him from the inside, and he silently looked forward to seeing him again.
Sighing, Iruka pulled himself out of his reverie and turned back to his work. It wouldn't do for his students to come in and find him daydreaming with a copy of "Icha Icha Paradise" in his hands. He'd never hear the end of it, he was sure. Hiding the book in his pouch, he picked up his pencil and resumed his work.
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"If he's not here in 30 seconds, I'm leaving," thought a rather irate Iruka. He'd known of Kakashi's penchant for lateness, but really did have work to do that night.
20. Iruka toed the dirt outside the small teahouse, making a small depression by his right foot.
15. He looked up, scanning the rooftops to see if Kakashi may be taking an unorthodox route.
10. He crossed his arms, trying to convince himself that he really didn't care one way or another.
5...4...3...2...
"Yo, Iruka-kun," Kakashi waved as he appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. "I saw a helpless little kitten by the side of the road on my way here, so I had to stop and help it," he grinned, the only evidence being a scrunched, upturned eye.
Iruka's eye, however, was not upturned. It was twitching. "Does he really think I'll BUY that," he thought to himself. He was just about to retort when the older man walked past him to the doorway of the teahouse, pushing aside the curtain and holding it.
"Let's go in," Kakashi suggested, gesturing. The chuunin just sighed, walking through the doorway and muttering a half-hearted "thanks".
They seated themselves at a corner table and ordered some tea and light appetizers. For a few unbearable minutes, an awkward silence passed between them. This certainly wasn't how Iruka had thought it would go. He wasn't sure exactly what he'd imagined would happen, but sitting there staring alternately at one another and fiddling with the pockets on his vest was definitely not it.
Kakashi was just digging around in his mind, trying to think of something to talk about. He wasn't normally a talkative person, but he felt a strong urge to speak more with Iruka. Find out more about him. The problem was, Kakashi was horrible at starting conversations.
Their tea and food arrived, and Kakashi pulled down his mask, taking a sip of the fragrant liquid. Iruka blinked, and stared in fascination. He'd never seen the other man's face before, never even imagined what he looked like beneath the mask. To him, it was just a part of Kakashi, something he'd never felt the need to question. But now that he could see... Hatake Kakashi was really quite... Cute. He chuckled softly, trying to reconcile the image of the mysterious master shinobi that he'd previously had of Kakashi, and the boyishly handsome silver-haired man sitting across from him at the table. He hid his mouth behind his hand as his chuckle grew louder.
The jounin stopped mid-sip and looked curiously at Iruka. Lowering his cup, he asked, "What's so funny?"
"Nothing," Iruka replied, smiling, still laughing a little. "It's just... I've never seen you without your mask on."
Kakashi blinked, then his face fell. He looked decidedly put-out. He placed down his cup hastily and reached to pull his mask back up. But before he could, he felt another hand clutch his, stilling his movement.
"Don't," Iruka said quickly. "Please, I didn't mean it that way." On impulse, his fingers brushed Kakashi's cheek lightly. "It's just that," he paused, leaning in conspiratorially. "You're cute," he spoke lowly, eyes almost catlike. Like he was telling a secret. Kakashi could feel the heat rise to his cheeks, and he sincerely hoped he wasn't blushing. Iruka patted his shoulder reassuringly and smiled. "Don't worry," he said, cupping a hand to his mouth and leaning close to the older man's ear, "I won't tell."
Warm breath caressed his ear and Kakashi supressed a shudder. His mouth felt dry all of a sudden. Iruka sat back, smiling happily, most likely unaware of what he'd done to the older man. Kakashi took a large gulp of his tea, attempting to reign in his physical responses. He supposed it had been too long since anyone had given him attention of that kind. He felt himself begin to smile. He was cute, huh? It was probably the first time anyone had told him so. And he realized that he didn't really mind it. He grinned at Iruka and said the only thing that came to mind. "Thank you, Iruka-kun."
Iruka nodded and noticed that Kakashi's smile was a little lopsided. It only added to the cuteness, he decided. The two began to talk finally, mostly idle chatter like what they'd done during the day, or random anecdotes from the past, and even some discussion of "Icha Icha Paradise". Before they knew it, almost two hours had gone by.
After a little firm insisting, Iruka convinced the jounin to let him pay the tab, since he was the one who suggested getting tea in the first place. Reluctantly, they both made their way to the door, stopping once they passed through the curtain.
"Thank you for joining me. I really enjoyed myself, Kakashi-san," Iruka said, a genuine smile lighting up his face.
The older man waved his hand dismissively, "Please, there's no need to be so formal..."
Iruka blinked, then smirked mischeivously, "Very well then, Kakashi-chan," he punctuated the final syllable with a poke to the ribs.
Kakashi caught the offending finger deftly, feigning anger at the younger shinobi. "Now listen, you," he growled. Then smiled, still holding the chuunin's finger. "I had fun, too." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Maybe, we could meet again next week," he asked tentatively. A strange giddy look came over his exposed eye. "The Icha Icha Paradise movie is coming out. We could... See it together, if you'd like?"
A slow smile made its way across Iruka's face. It was almost as if they were going on a date... He nodded his assent, though he wondered if Kakashi would be able to make it to a movie on time. "Well, I really ought to go. I still have papers left to grade," he looked towards the ground forlornly.
"I don't envy you," Kakashi replied in earnest. "Well then, I'll see you later."
"Ummm... Kakashi... You're still holding my finger," Iruka stared down pointedly at the captured appendage.
The older man let go quickly, rather embarrassed. He hadn't even noticed that he'd held on so long. "S-sorry," He stuttered. AGAIN. DAMN IT, What was it about this man that made Kakashi lose his composure so easily?! He didn't know, but he didn't think it was exactly a bad thing.
The chuunin chuckled and turned and cast a backward glance, waving as he walked towards his apartment. "See you!"
Kakashi returned the wave, then sighed, heading slowly back to his own apartment. "It HAS been too long," he mused, "since I've thought of anyone in that way." And what was it that Gai was always telling him? Something about the springtime and flowers and blah, blah, blah. He was pretty sure it all boiled down to "you need to get laid". He was just so socially inept when it came to interacting with other people! But tonight had been nice. He wasn't sure where it would lead, but it would be interesting to say the least.
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A/N: Yay, I actually sat down and wrote another chapter! I hope they're not getting too out of character. I like the idea that Kakashi is a practical person and would not freak about taking off his mask to eat or drink. Anyways, please review and let me know what you think! This is my first Naruto fic, after all, so input of any kind is much appreciated. Well, I'll try and have the next chapter up sometime Friday or Saturday! Till then, enjoy!
Author: ftmboi
Rating: Probably light R for language and innuendo
Warnings: If you like doe-eyed, helpless, naively innocent, ever-bowing Iruka, then this is not the fic for you. If you like SexualPredator!Kakashi, this is not the fic for you. Also, this is slash… Y-A-O-I… If you don’t like boys boffing each other, don’t read, m’kay? Also... FLUFFINESS! Sorry, but I couldn't help myself. Don't worry, I promise it'll get steamy sometime soon.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Please don't sue me.
A/N: I'm sad... No one reviewed chapter 2! Oh well, I know you're reading cause I've almost got 200 views since I first posted. So on with the fun!
A little background info: I don't know if any of you are familiar with the term "kancho"... Remember the "thousand years of pain" that Kakashi gave to Naruto? Well, that is called a "kancho", which is a prank that Japanese kids like to play, very similar to the american "wet-willy". Needless to say, a lot of teachers in the elementary and middle schools of Japan get very used to dodging kancho attempts!
Chapter 3: "Tea for Two"
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Iruka sat down at his desk after bringing the children in from recess. That Konohamaru could be a real handful... He'd somehow organized a Kancho Brigade, determined to finally get past Iruka's keen senses and pull a great prank on the mild mannered teacher. Iruka leaned back and sighed, thankful that he'd gotten out of it with his ass intact. This was his free period, so he planned on going over his lesson plan and grading a few assignments.
As he reached over to his books, he noted that there was something extra there on the stack. He picked up the foreign book and blinked in surprise. "Icha Icha Paradise... Volume 1," he read aloud. He wondered how it had gotten there, and absently flipped it open. As he peeked inside, he drew an abrupt breath. There, on the inside cover, was a neatly handwritten message. "Iruka, thank you very much for taking care of my book for me. Since you seemed interested in it, I thought I might repay you by giving you my old copy of the first book. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have. Respectfully, Hatake Kakashi."
He read over the words two, maybe three times, completely taken aback at the sincerity of the message. Iruka really hadn't thought it was that big of a deal. He'd have done it for anyone. But he supposed that to Kakashi, the books were not just bound paper. They were more like dear friends--the kind you cling to through good times and bad, and share everything with. Sure, it was rather odd that badly-written, slightly perverted books were the jounin's best friends, but who was he to judge? Iruka had one, maybe two friends he could count on, and if they had gone missing, he would forever be grateful to someone who cared for them and returned them safely. He smiled softly, closing the book and resting his hand upon it. Kakashi's gesture warmed him from the inside, and he silently looked forward to seeing him again.
Sighing, Iruka pulled himself out of his reverie and turned back to his work. It wouldn't do for his students to come in and find him daydreaming with a copy of "Icha Icha Paradise" in his hands. He'd never hear the end of it, he was sure. Hiding the book in his pouch, he picked up his pencil and resumed his work.
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"If he's not here in 30 seconds, I'm leaving," thought a rather irate Iruka. He'd known of Kakashi's penchant for lateness, but really did have work to do that night.
20. Iruka toed the dirt outside the small teahouse, making a small depression by his right foot.
15. He looked up, scanning the rooftops to see if Kakashi may be taking an unorthodox route.
10. He crossed his arms, trying to convince himself that he really didn't care one way or another.
5...4...3...2...
"Yo, Iruka-kun," Kakashi waved as he appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. "I saw a helpless little kitten by the side of the road on my way here, so I had to stop and help it," he grinned, the only evidence being a scrunched, upturned eye.
Iruka's eye, however, was not upturned. It was twitching. "Does he really think I'll BUY that," he thought to himself. He was just about to retort when the older man walked past him to the doorway of the teahouse, pushing aside the curtain and holding it.
"Let's go in," Kakashi suggested, gesturing. The chuunin just sighed, walking through the doorway and muttering a half-hearted "thanks".
They seated themselves at a corner table and ordered some tea and light appetizers. For a few unbearable minutes, an awkward silence passed between them. This certainly wasn't how Iruka had thought it would go. He wasn't sure exactly what he'd imagined would happen, but sitting there staring alternately at one another and fiddling with the pockets on his vest was definitely not it.
Kakashi was just digging around in his mind, trying to think of something to talk about. He wasn't normally a talkative person, but he felt a strong urge to speak more with Iruka. Find out more about him. The problem was, Kakashi was horrible at starting conversations.
Their tea and food arrived, and Kakashi pulled down his mask, taking a sip of the fragrant liquid. Iruka blinked, and stared in fascination. He'd never seen the other man's face before, never even imagined what he looked like beneath the mask. To him, it was just a part of Kakashi, something he'd never felt the need to question. But now that he could see... Hatake Kakashi was really quite... Cute. He chuckled softly, trying to reconcile the image of the mysterious master shinobi that he'd previously had of Kakashi, and the boyishly handsome silver-haired man sitting across from him at the table. He hid his mouth behind his hand as his chuckle grew louder.
The jounin stopped mid-sip and looked curiously at Iruka. Lowering his cup, he asked, "What's so funny?"
"Nothing," Iruka replied, smiling, still laughing a little. "It's just... I've never seen you without your mask on."
Kakashi blinked, then his face fell. He looked decidedly put-out. He placed down his cup hastily and reached to pull his mask back up. But before he could, he felt another hand clutch his, stilling his movement.
"Don't," Iruka said quickly. "Please, I didn't mean it that way." On impulse, his fingers brushed Kakashi's cheek lightly. "It's just that," he paused, leaning in conspiratorially. "You're cute," he spoke lowly, eyes almost catlike. Like he was telling a secret. Kakashi could feel the heat rise to his cheeks, and he sincerely hoped he wasn't blushing. Iruka patted his shoulder reassuringly and smiled. "Don't worry," he said, cupping a hand to his mouth and leaning close to the older man's ear, "I won't tell."
Warm breath caressed his ear and Kakashi supressed a shudder. His mouth felt dry all of a sudden. Iruka sat back, smiling happily, most likely unaware of what he'd done to the older man. Kakashi took a large gulp of his tea, attempting to reign in his physical responses. He supposed it had been too long since anyone had given him attention of that kind. He felt himself begin to smile. He was cute, huh? It was probably the first time anyone had told him so. And he realized that he didn't really mind it. He grinned at Iruka and said the only thing that came to mind. "Thank you, Iruka-kun."
Iruka nodded and noticed that Kakashi's smile was a little lopsided. It only added to the cuteness, he decided. The two began to talk finally, mostly idle chatter like what they'd done during the day, or random anecdotes from the past, and even some discussion of "Icha Icha Paradise". Before they knew it, almost two hours had gone by.
After a little firm insisting, Iruka convinced the jounin to let him pay the tab, since he was the one who suggested getting tea in the first place. Reluctantly, they both made their way to the door, stopping once they passed through the curtain.
"Thank you for joining me. I really enjoyed myself, Kakashi-san," Iruka said, a genuine smile lighting up his face.
The older man waved his hand dismissively, "Please, there's no need to be so formal..."
Iruka blinked, then smirked mischeivously, "Very well then, Kakashi-chan," he punctuated the final syllable with a poke to the ribs.
Kakashi caught the offending finger deftly, feigning anger at the younger shinobi. "Now listen, you," he growled. Then smiled, still holding the chuunin's finger. "I had fun, too." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Maybe, we could meet again next week," he asked tentatively. A strange giddy look came over his exposed eye. "The Icha Icha Paradise movie is coming out. We could... See it together, if you'd like?"
A slow smile made its way across Iruka's face. It was almost as if they were going on a date... He nodded his assent, though he wondered if Kakashi would be able to make it to a movie on time. "Well, I really ought to go. I still have papers left to grade," he looked towards the ground forlornly.
"I don't envy you," Kakashi replied in earnest. "Well then, I'll see you later."
"Ummm... Kakashi... You're still holding my finger," Iruka stared down pointedly at the captured appendage.
The older man let go quickly, rather embarrassed. He hadn't even noticed that he'd held on so long. "S-sorry," He stuttered. AGAIN. DAMN IT, What was it about this man that made Kakashi lose his composure so easily?! He didn't know, but he didn't think it was exactly a bad thing.
The chuunin chuckled and turned and cast a backward glance, waving as he walked towards his apartment. "See you!"
Kakashi returned the wave, then sighed, heading slowly back to his own apartment. "It HAS been too long," he mused, "since I've thought of anyone in that way." And what was it that Gai was always telling him? Something about the springtime and flowers and blah, blah, blah. He was pretty sure it all boiled down to "you need to get laid". He was just so socially inept when it came to interacting with other people! But tonight had been nice. He wasn't sure where it would lead, but it would be interesting to say the least.
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A/N: Yay, I actually sat down and wrote another chapter! I hope they're not getting too out of character. I like the idea that Kakashi is a practical person and would not freak about taking off his mask to eat or drink. Anyways, please review and let me know what you think! This is my first Naruto fic, after all, so input of any kind is much appreciated. Well, I'll try and have the next chapter up sometime Friday or Saturday! Till then, enjoy!