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My friend Neil recommended Naruto to me about a month ago - and I've really gotten into it, despite swearing to myself that I would never like it. On principal. xD
So I wrote fic.
It's five drabbles which make a whole fic, but each one can be read on its own I suppose.
They're all 100 words exactly. :)
Title: Untitled.
Rating: Pg
Pairing: Kakashi/Iruka.
Summary: He shouldn't be surprised.
Iruka figures that there are two reasons he should be prepared for Kakashi to be curled up in his bed without any explanation whatsoever. The first is that they’re both ninjas. He should be prepared for anything - at least that’s what he drills into the kids every day at school. The second is more complicated in some respects. And that is that it’s simply Kakashi. Which means that there’s no real reason whatsoever for his being there, except that he’s cold and tired, and it seemed like a good idea at the time. And anyway, it’s not like Iruka minds.
***
Kakashi never realises where he is when he wakes up. He’s always warm, and safe, and sleepy and so damn un-ninja like. There’s a hot, tanned body wrapped around him, long limbs tensed as if worried that Kakashi will leave if they aren’t. The more orientated Kakashi becomes, the happier he gets, and the looser Iruka’s legs around his waist seem to become, allowing him to roll over slightly to face the man in question, who is still sound asleep, face screwed up, wrinkling the scar across his nose ever so slightly. Kakashi grins, unwilling to move. He can wait.
***
Iruka reawakes to huffs of warm breath across his face, and then a masked face mere inches away from his nose.
“Morning,” Kakashi’s eyes crinkle above his mask as Iruka yawns, wondering just when this became totally normal.
“G’mornin’,” He mumbles back, extracting his thigh from in between Kakashi’s legs carefully. “Did you have a mission?”
“Yes.” Iruka already knew that. But already knows not to ask, and simply rolls over onto his back, so that they’re not touching any more, and rubs his eyes.
“Sorry.” He murmurs, without being sure what he’s sorry for. Kakashi shrugs.
“It’s no problem.”
***
Kakashi isn’t sure what makes him do it this morning. There’s something different. Iruka seems distant and kinda sad, which worries the copy-nin, who’s used to the smiley, bright Iruka in the mornings. He lies on his side and studies the teacher carefully.
“What?” Iruka blushes slightly, suddenly self conscious about everything and nothing.
“Nothing. Just looking at you," He grins lazily, and without warning, wraps a long, pale arm around Iruka’s waist and pulls him back close. If it’s possible, Iruka goes even redder, which satisfies Kakashi greatly and the jounin buries a smile in Iruka’s familiar, warm shoulder.
***
It’s a shock when Kakashi buries into him. Well, it’s not the burying that surprises Iruka, more that he’s physically awake, and still doing it. Usually it’s a case of curling up together is strictly a night time thing, and then Kakashi gets up and leaves, and Iruka caries on with whatever he’s doing, and they take no notice of one another until the next time.
“K-Kakashi?” He splutters. Kakashi looks up exasperatedly, a slightly frustrated expression crossing his still masked face.
“Don’t ruin it,” He complains in a petulant voice into Iruka’s shoulder. All Iruka can do is grin.
So I wrote fic.
It's five drabbles which make a whole fic, but each one can be read on its own I suppose.
They're all 100 words exactly. :)
Title: Untitled.
Rating: Pg
Pairing: Kakashi/Iruka.
Summary: He shouldn't be surprised.
Iruka figures that there are two reasons he should be prepared for Kakashi to be curled up in his bed without any explanation whatsoever. The first is that they’re both ninjas. He should be prepared for anything - at least that’s what he drills into the kids every day at school. The second is more complicated in some respects. And that is that it’s simply Kakashi. Which means that there’s no real reason whatsoever for his being there, except that he’s cold and tired, and it seemed like a good idea at the time. And anyway, it’s not like Iruka minds.
***
Kakashi never realises where he is when he wakes up. He’s always warm, and safe, and sleepy and so damn un-ninja like. There’s a hot, tanned body wrapped around him, long limbs tensed as if worried that Kakashi will leave if they aren’t. The more orientated Kakashi becomes, the happier he gets, and the looser Iruka’s legs around his waist seem to become, allowing him to roll over slightly to face the man in question, who is still sound asleep, face screwed up, wrinkling the scar across his nose ever so slightly. Kakashi grins, unwilling to move. He can wait.
***
Iruka reawakes to huffs of warm breath across his face, and then a masked face mere inches away from his nose.
“Morning,” Kakashi’s eyes crinkle above his mask as Iruka yawns, wondering just when this became totally normal.
“G’mornin’,” He mumbles back, extracting his thigh from in between Kakashi’s legs carefully. “Did you have a mission?”
“Yes.” Iruka already knew that. But already knows not to ask, and simply rolls over onto his back, so that they’re not touching any more, and rubs his eyes.
“Sorry.” He murmurs, without being sure what he’s sorry for. Kakashi shrugs.
“It’s no problem.”
***
Kakashi isn’t sure what makes him do it this morning. There’s something different. Iruka seems distant and kinda sad, which worries the copy-nin, who’s used to the smiley, bright Iruka in the mornings. He lies on his side and studies the teacher carefully.
“What?” Iruka blushes slightly, suddenly self conscious about everything and nothing.
“Nothing. Just looking at you," He grins lazily, and without warning, wraps a long, pale arm around Iruka’s waist and pulls him back close. If it’s possible, Iruka goes even redder, which satisfies Kakashi greatly and the jounin buries a smile in Iruka’s familiar, warm shoulder.
***
It’s a shock when Kakashi buries into him. Well, it’s not the burying that surprises Iruka, more that he’s physically awake, and still doing it. Usually it’s a case of curling up together is strictly a night time thing, and then Kakashi gets up and leaves, and Iruka caries on with whatever he’s doing, and they take no notice of one another until the next time.
“K-Kakashi?” He splutters. Kakashi looks up exasperatedly, a slightly frustrated expression crossing his still masked face.
“Don’t ruin it,” He complains in a petulant voice into Iruka’s shoulder. All Iruka can do is grin.