Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Rebound ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

Rebound

 

 

By Mija

 

 

Disclaimer~Nope I still do NOT own Naruto and company. I am glad that you all have stuck by me and have continued to read this. I truelly sorry for the spelling and grammer mistakes I make ALOT, but I am trying, and since only a few things were pointed out, I consider that a good thing, since it means that I am getting better in not making so many mistakes. Although I still make them I do hope it does not take from the ability to read and enjoy this fic. Again thank you for all your support, positive critism and responses. Much huggles and smiles Mija..:-)

 

 

Chapter 12

 

 

 

After Kakashi had left, things had not really gone well for Iruka. All he kept thinking of was how much of an ASS he had been towards Kakashi, and how badly he had thought of the man, when he damn sure had NO reason to. He was wrong for being so petty and selfish to blame Kakashi for all that happened to team 7. It had not been Kakashi's fault. The things that had happened had been out of anyone's control except for the bastards who had committed the crimes themselves. Orochimaru, would found a way to get his hands on Sasuke one way or the other, and Naruto being Naruto would of went after him regardless, because for Naruto Sasuke was one of his precious people. So things happened that no one had any real control over. It had been fate, destiny or what ever the hell you might want to call it, and Iruka was a bastard for having blamed it ALL on Kakashi. If Iruka thought about it, he had been Sasuke's sensei as well. He could of done something to help lead the boy from his destructive past. But he had not. So was he not to blame as well for how things turned out? That had not been a very happy thought for Iruka, and Iruka finally realized, with a shocking clarity, that this is what he had been doing to Kakashi. Yup, Iruka felt like a major bastard, and like an asshole for how he acted, for the words he had spoken.

 

So feeling guilty for all of the crap he had spewed and for being such a self rightous retard, he did what he did alot of times, when he wanted to forget. To make things dissappear for a little while. He drank. And he sought out some mindless sex with someone he did not know or care to know. Anything to take his mind off of the thoughts and guilt that swirled through his mind. Yes he had long since realized that this sort of thing was self abuse, that he was on a very self destructive path. But he did not know any way else to alleviate the stress that he often fell under. People dealt with things in thier own way, many dealt with it in alot more saner and safer ways than he did, others dealt with it an more painful and damaging ways. Not to say the way he was dealing with it was a good thing. Not at all, but as he said, people dealt with things in thier own way. This was his. Not healthy for sure, but the only way HE felt able to cope.

 

So Iruka drank and ended back in the Stone Garden. It was probably stupid of him he knew. He had made a decision to STOP coming here, but at the moment it felt like the only way to releive some of the stress and guilt. So he drank some more, and flirted. But none of the men he flirted with, were able to coax him up to one of the rooms. Iruka did not know why. Many were handsome, and physically appealing. But for some reason he just couldn't help feeling like he was looking for something in particular. It wasn't till he was being led into one of the rooms with this really cute brunette, that he realized that what he had been looking for, was his masked Anbu. That made him frown, which looked funny when he was so very intoxicated. While the man led him to the bed and was pretty much kissing the living daylights out of him as he did so, Iruka started to feel like that this was ALL wrong. He didn't want this, he didn't want THIS man. He opened his mouth to state his change of mind but nothing left his mouth but a strangled urk like sound.

 

Iruka was on his back on the bed, looking up, as the brunette kissed and suckled along his neck, and right behind the man, looming over them was none other than HIS masked Anbu. All Iruka could do was make that odd noise in his throat, before the man on him was yanked from atop Iruka's body. The drunken man himself mad a move to fight back, and to no doubt yell at whoever thought to intrude on something that was NONE of thier business. But with one toss, he was thrown across the room and into the wall, knocking him out cold. Iruka could only stare wide eyed as he watched the Anbu grab him by the collor and yank him to his feet, before he wrapped his arms around his waist and then poof. They were back in Iruka's house, the smell of chakra smoke causing Iruka to cough and wave his hand at the lingering wisps of smoke. Some of Iruka's buzz had worn off with the adrenaline that stormed through his veins. He opened his mouth yet again to speak, but was shoved down on his ass upon the couch. He made another indignant yelping noise at the treatment, but was soon face to face with the porcaline maske of a very pissed off Anbu. No he could not see his face at ALL, but the aura of anger was easy to feel all around him. Iruka gulped. Neither said a word to each other. Iruka wanted to squirm a bit in his seat.

 

"Whaa...Why the hell did you DO that?" Iruka finally managed. Gaining a bit of his pride and self indignation. The masked man just tilted his head looking at Iruka as if Iruka were some weird display of art or relic, that you had to tilt your head many times in diffrent angles to get a grasp of what it was your were looking at. This did not make Iruka feel better at ALL.

 

"You had not RIGHT to do that!" Iruka growled, trying to push past the masked man and sit up and get off and away from this man. He did not like being looked at like that, and if things were going to get violent then Iruka did so NOT want to be stuck on the couch like some helpless child. He was not able to even make the man BUDGE for goodness sakes. The Anbu stood his ground and kept looking at Iruka like some tiny insect tacked to a speciman board. Iruka fought back the urge to shiver.

 

"Get the FUCK OFF ME!" Iruka hissed, his anger building up. He did not like to feel out of control, he did not like to be intimidated. And it felt like this is what the Anbu wanted from him. Well he could go FUCK himself, cause Iruka did not play like that.

 

"I'm not ON you...yet." came the whispered and husky tone of the man Iruka did not know, yet felt as if he did, well he knew his body, intimatly, yet he did not know the mans face, nor his name. It was confussing and surreal, but somehow the mans voice made his blood grow hot in his body and made those damn butterflies in his stomache go into a mass frenzy.

 

"Get..away..from..me." Iruka demanded threw clentched teeth. For a few brief, but totally tense moments, the Anbu did not move and Iruka stared at him with challenging eyes. Iruka almost breathed out a huge sigh of relief when the masked man straightened up and just stood there. Iruka wasted no time In jumping off the couch and putting a good distance between him and the Anbu. He was unsure of what was gonna happen and he needed to be prepared to defend himself it this Shinobi wanted to fight. Iruka held no illusion that if a fight did occur between the two, Iruka would not stand much a chance. For one, he was just a chuunin, not even at the Anbu's skill who was the elite of all shinobi, two, he was still drunk, although some of it had dissapated, he was still fairly drunk. Being inebriated tended to slow your movements and take longer for your thoughts to get to the proper places they needed to be in his body. But he would not go down with out TRYING to defend himself.

 

"Sooooo Sensei....what exactly did you think you were doing?" asked the Anbu who still looked at him from his mask, not having moven, but traveling Iruka's movements with keen eyes, eyes Iruka could still not see.

 

"What the hell did YOU think you were doing?" Iruka responded angerly, letting his indignation carry him.

 

"You had not right to interfere with my PERSONAL business!" Iruka added. He could feel the masked mans aura and saw his body physically tense. Mmm..those bare arms and shoulders looked really nice when they got all bunched and tense with sinew and muscle. Iruka drooled inwardly at the sight of the very attractive body, knowing EXACTLY what that body could do and make HIS feel.

 

"If you wanted a fuck so bad, why didn't you come to me?" came the cool, calm and husky voice of the very hot looking man in all his Anbu glory. Iruka shook his head, trying to take his thoughts away from the gutter, or the bed, or the floor, the wall. ARGGH! This was soo not the time to be thinking of dirty things, naughty things.

 

"And what makes you think I wanted to fuck YOU?" Iruka asked, finally able to rip his eyes from every part of the man that was bare, due to the Anbu outfit.

 

"What if I wanted some one ELSE?" Iruka added, noticing the muscles tense more and oddly enough liking the look of it on the mans body, even when his brain was flashing him warning signs about provoking the man.

 

"Hn. Lets test that theory shall we?" The Anbu husked, and before Iruka could blink the man was right next to him. Iruka's mind went 'Wow, hes fast' before he felt himself picked up like a sack of flour and hefted over the man's rather impressive shoulder. Again that stupid indignant yelp left his mouth and again before he could actually SAY a damn thing he found himself bouncing a few times upon the springy surface of his own bed. The curtains were drawn shut, and the lights turned off in a flash, the room completly drowned out of all light. Thats when he felt it. A very shirtless, bare chest, mask free body laying over his, as soft yet firm lips pressed forcefully against his. This kiss was agressive, yet still passionate.

 

Iruka pretty much turned into a huge ball of over sensitized goo. He did not know what it was about this masked Anbu that turned him all beyond all reason. Iruka's mind told him to fight, to assert himself. To take charge and tell the guy to go fuck off. But every cell within Iruka's body screamed at him to shut the hell up and enjoy the incrediable way this particular man made him feel. Yes he had had several lovers, very good one to be sure, but this? This man did things to him that made his body turn to mush and his brain into something not coherrant at ALL. He did not know what it was, or why it felt as good as it did, but Iruka knew one thing, and that thing was, that he soo wanted this man with every fiber of his being. He didn't WANT to fight him off. He didn't WANT to tell him no. He just wanted this man to touch him, to screw him senseless and make him feel every tiny bit of pleasure his body was capable of. So he did, over and over and over again.

 

 

Iruka woke up the next morning with his head pounding, he winced at the pain and the noise that seemed to fill his ears. God he felt like shit. And his stomache threatened to rebel against anything still left inside of it. It took a few minutes to realize one thing though, the pounding in his head, was very very loud, it took a few more seconds to come to the conclusion that he was hearing loud pounding upon his front door. Someone was going to die. Iruka promised as he threw on a robe and tied it as he stumbled to the front door, every muscle in his body aching, not to mention the enourmous pain in his skull. He reached the front door and yanked it open, scowling with a look that could make anyone want to piss his pants.

 

"IRUKA SENSEIIIIII?!" came the all too loud and all to cheerful voice of a blond blue eyed, orange clad ninja. Oddly, Iruka was coherant enough to notice that although Naruto still wore orange, it was not the same outfit he had worn for most of the time Iruka had known him, parts of his new outfit was done up in black, adding a nice contrast to all that orange.

 

"Na..Naruto?" Iruka groaned, remembering that Naruto had been due back today. How could he have forgotten.

 

"Iruka sensei? Are..are you alright? You don't look so good..and what the hell happened to your neck?" Naruto asked with worry as he took a good look at his beloved academy teacher, the very first person in his world that had shown him kindness, love.

 

"Whats wrong with it?" Iruka asked with another frown as he raised a hand to the area on is neck that Naruto's pointed finger indicated. Iruka wanted to hit something, preferable a very hot and very dead masked Anbu, who had the fucking audacity to leave one hell of a huge ass hickey on his neck.

 

"Uh..I..I..its..its just a rash Naruto..it will be gone soon." came Iruka's fuddled response. Oh his head was killing him so bad and he did not think he could explain to Naruto why he had a major ass bite mark on his neck without telling him he had spent the whole night getting his brains screwed out deliciously.

 

"Will you be ok Iruka sensei? Is the rash why you look so pale and sick like?" Naruto asked, and Iruka pasted on a fake smile and nodded. He let Naruto into his apartment and told him to make himself comfortable while he washed up and changed, then Iruka would take him to get some ramen at Icharaku, while they caught up on the past 2 years. Naruto smiled that bright smile of his, deep blue eyes glowing with happiness as he pumped his fist in the air with glee. Iruka smiled and walked to his room to get ready. He was glad Naruto had come home, he was happy to see him. And although Naruto looked much taller and older, it was nice to know he was still nieve at times. It would of been harder for him if he hadn't been. He was soo not ready to talk to Naruto about his sexual life or prefrence just yet, if ever.

 

Naruto watched Iruka walk back into his room and his overly large grin faded just a bit. He made a che noise and snorted. How nieve did Iruka sensei take him for? Naruto thought.

 

"Like I can't tell that that was some huge ass hickey on his neck...a rash my ass." Naruto mumbled.

 

"How OLD does he think I AM?" Naruto added, still all in a mumbled voice.

 

"I mean come ON, Kakashi sensei was my teacher for fuck's sake, and he was the biggest pervert I KNEW...but then he again, not even Kakashi sensei holds a candle to that stupid old pervert Jiraiya." he kept mumbling, but when Iruka yelled out to him, and asked him what he was saying Naruto smiled.

 

"Oh nothing Iruka sensei, just glad to be home is all, and Im happy to see you." Naruto replied, it was not exactly a lie, he was glad to be home, and very happy to see Iruka sensei, but it had not been what he had been saying. Iruka sensei didn't need to know that though, now did he? After all if Iruka wanted to pretend Naruto was stupid enough to think he had no clue as to what a hickey looked like, then Naruto would let him. Hey as long as Iruka was happy then Naruto was happy. But if who ever left that hickey hurt his Iruka sensei in ANY way, then, well Naruto would not be held responsible for his actions.

 

 

 

A/N~Ok there is the next chap, sorry no smut, but it did not feel like a smut scene, they had sex, of course, just didnt write about it lol, anyhow sorry its short, wanted to get Naruto's entrance down. I do apologize for any mistakes I did not catch, and to those who dont really care for my writing style, yet enjoy my fic anyway, I thank you. I am sorry my style is not so hot, but I am working on it and hopefully I shall get better soon. Thank you all for your patience, your support, positive feedback and wonderful remarks. Much huggles and smiles Mija..:-)