Dreamland Part 6
It's not quite the moment you've all been waiting for, but this chapter's rating has jumped to Mature.
Iruka was livid. He had just poured oil onto the fire. Kakashi would absolutely never let him be now. He couldn't take another night like tonight. He had kept a cool head for the most part. He had only resorted to violence at the very beginning, knowing that the only real chance he had of kicking Kakashi's ass was to take the jounin by surprise. That hadn't worked.
Trying to have a conversation with the jounin had been trying, but in the end he was convinced that the information in the report was true. Naruto had slept with Sasuke. He didn't know if there were any lingering emotions but he would confront Naruto and find out the truth. He would also have to make sure the genin knew that any further contact with Sasuke at this point would place him under a terrible amount of scrutiny. Naruto would have to let his friend go. It was hard but no other course was open to him.
The loss of the scroll was disturbing. It was logged in and Iruka couldn't alter the logs. That would result in an even stiffer punishment than what he was currently had to look forward to. At least the mission was D-ranked. Tsunade wouldn't care that she couldn't read it herself and when Iruka relayed the contents then she would know he was being honest. Of course he would have to tell her why he didn't have the completed mission report. That would be embarrassing.
Tomorrow was going to be an awful day. He knew he wouldn't be able to get rid of his headache tonight and still have time to get any work done before going to bed so he decided just to grab some cookies and milk and turn in.
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Legs tightened around his waist. A hot, wet body tightened rhythmically around his hard length. Mismatched eyes were squeezed shut as moans were being squeezed out of the succulent body below him.
“Ohhhh Kakashi, more, please.”
Kakashi pushed deeper into the wanton man. “Ahh Kakashi.”
When he woke up still hard, Kakashi finished himself off and cleaned up with some dirty laundry that hadn’t quite made it to the hamper across the room yet. He dozed off with a smile on his face and a happy chunin prancing around naked in his head.
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He wore a plain brown yutaka. He had come with Naruto but the boy had run off some time ago. That was fine. He didn’t need anyone with him to enjoy the fireworks. They were beautiful. Everyone, including himself, had stopped and turned their heads skywards.
The fireworks were loud this year and big. They seemed so close and then Iruka realized they were bombs! The village was under attack! He screamed but no one else seemed to notice, they just continued to stare up into the sky. They didn’t move even when the lines of fire struck the street and the people started to catch on fire. They burned into ash before his eyes. Iruka began to push through the crowd running towards the booths, looking for Naruto. He saw the boy near the gate. Naruto wasn’t alone. He couldn’t see who Naruto was with but the other boy’s eyes seemed to glow red in the dark night.
Iruka wanted to run to Naruto but something was holding him back. Strong arms were wrapped around him. He turned and looked but the other person was wearing a festival mask. All he could see were two mismatched eyes staring at him. He felt tired and weak and let the strong arms hold him up while a line of fire descended upon them.
Iruka woke up in a panic. It was a horrible nightmare, worse than the others. He wasn’t the sort of person who put stock in dreams. He didn’t believe in premonitions. He did think that reading Kakashi’s mission report earlier had probably made his bad dreams worse. Considering how his evening went, he wasn’t surprised he was having nightmares. What was surprising was that Kakashi wasn’t the villain in his dreams.
Sasuke was the first student that Iruka had taught who had become a missing nin. He knew that he wasn’t responsible, that Sasuke’s path had been laid out for him by Itachi years ago. He never blamed Kakashi for Sasuke’s decision, so why was he blaming himself?
Logically he knew he wasn’t at fault, but somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if he could have altered Sasuke’s path during the time he worked with the boy. He had taken Naruto under his wing because he saw how Naruto’s loneliness was causing him to act out. Sasuke was always so well-behaved, but Iruka should have seen past that. As a teacher he should have recognized how deep Sasuke’s scars were. He felt like he had failed the boy.
Now that he knew there was a deeper relationship between Naruto and Sasuke then he had previously thought, he felt even more guilt. The signs were there, when he read Kakashi’s mission report, at some level he knew it was true.
He had gone there hoping it was false, but he knew in his heart it wasn’t. He had picked a fight with Kakashi because it was easier than confronting his own confused emotions. Of course Kakashi certainly hadn’t made things easy on him and Iruka was still so mad and humiliated by their confrontation that he was sure he’d end up doing something regrettable if he ran into the Copynin any time soon.
Thinking about Kakashi upset Iruka so much that he decided sleep would not be possible for the rest of the night, so he got up, took a long relaxing bath, made his favorite breakfast (something he usually reserved for the weekend when he had more time) and headed out early. When he opened his apartment door he found the mission report #22 on his doormat complete with Kakashi’s personal scroll and a plain brown bag with a note attached.
Joy and terror pulled at Iruka simultaneously and once again curiosity proved his undoing. The note read “Let me make your fantasies come true.” Iruka opened the bag. He quickly muttered a curse and threw the crumpled bag at his garbage can. It hit the edge and fell to the ground. A black ball with a leather strap rolled across the floor.* Iruka slammed the door and headed to the mission room.
He got there in time to put the scroll in the pile with all the others. He was just about to leave when it occurred to him that he should make sure ‘figure 1’ was facing downwards. That was a mistake, because when he looked at ‘figure 1’ he noticed that Kakashi had altered the sketch slightly. One of the figures now sported little whiskers.
*my poor description of a ball gag
Dreamland part 1
Dreamland part 2
Dreamland part 3
Dreamland part 4
Dreamland part 5
Iruka was livid. He had just poured oil onto the fire. Kakashi would absolutely never let him be now. He couldn't take another night like tonight. He had kept a cool head for the most part. He had only resorted to violence at the very beginning, knowing that the only real chance he had of kicking Kakashi's ass was to take the jounin by surprise. That hadn't worked.
Trying to have a conversation with the jounin had been trying, but in the end he was convinced that the information in the report was true. Naruto had slept with Sasuke. He didn't know if there were any lingering emotions but he would confront Naruto and find out the truth. He would also have to make sure the genin knew that any further contact with Sasuke at this point would place him under a terrible amount of scrutiny. Naruto would have to let his friend go. It was hard but no other course was open to him.
The loss of the scroll was disturbing. It was logged in and Iruka couldn't alter the logs. That would result in an even stiffer punishment than what he was currently had to look forward to. At least the mission was D-ranked. Tsunade wouldn't care that she couldn't read it herself and when Iruka relayed the contents then she would know he was being honest. Of course he would have to tell her why he didn't have the completed mission report. That would be embarrassing.
Tomorrow was going to be an awful day. He knew he wouldn't be able to get rid of his headache tonight and still have time to get any work done before going to bed so he decided just to grab some cookies and milk and turn in.
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Legs tightened around his waist. A hot, wet body tightened rhythmically around his hard length. Mismatched eyes were squeezed shut as moans were being squeezed out of the succulent body below him.
“Ohhhh Kakashi, more, please.”
Kakashi pushed deeper into the wanton man. “Ahh Kakashi.”
When he woke up still hard, Kakashi finished himself off and cleaned up with some dirty laundry that hadn’t quite made it to the hamper across the room yet. He dozed off with a smile on his face and a happy chunin prancing around naked in his head.
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He wore a plain brown yutaka. He had come with Naruto but the boy had run off some time ago. That was fine. He didn’t need anyone with him to enjoy the fireworks. They were beautiful. Everyone, including himself, had stopped and turned their heads skywards.
The fireworks were loud this year and big. They seemed so close and then Iruka realized they were bombs! The village was under attack! He screamed but no one else seemed to notice, they just continued to stare up into the sky. They didn’t move even when the lines of fire struck the street and the people started to catch on fire. They burned into ash before his eyes. Iruka began to push through the crowd running towards the booths, looking for Naruto. He saw the boy near the gate. Naruto wasn’t alone. He couldn’t see who Naruto was with but the other boy’s eyes seemed to glow red in the dark night.
Iruka wanted to run to Naruto but something was holding him back. Strong arms were wrapped around him. He turned and looked but the other person was wearing a festival mask. All he could see were two mismatched eyes staring at him. He felt tired and weak and let the strong arms hold him up while a line of fire descended upon them.
Iruka woke up in a panic. It was a horrible nightmare, worse than the others. He wasn’t the sort of person who put stock in dreams. He didn’t believe in premonitions. He did think that reading Kakashi’s mission report earlier had probably made his bad dreams worse. Considering how his evening went, he wasn’t surprised he was having nightmares. What was surprising was that Kakashi wasn’t the villain in his dreams.
Sasuke was the first student that Iruka had taught who had become a missing nin. He knew that he wasn’t responsible, that Sasuke’s path had been laid out for him by Itachi years ago. He never blamed Kakashi for Sasuke’s decision, so why was he blaming himself?
Logically he knew he wasn’t at fault, but somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if he could have altered Sasuke’s path during the time he worked with the boy. He had taken Naruto under his wing because he saw how Naruto’s loneliness was causing him to act out. Sasuke was always so well-behaved, but Iruka should have seen past that. As a teacher he should have recognized how deep Sasuke’s scars were. He felt like he had failed the boy.
Now that he knew there was a deeper relationship between Naruto and Sasuke then he had previously thought, he felt even more guilt. The signs were there, when he read Kakashi’s mission report, at some level he knew it was true.
He had gone there hoping it was false, but he knew in his heart it wasn’t. He had picked a fight with Kakashi because it was easier than confronting his own confused emotions. Of course Kakashi certainly hadn’t made things easy on him and Iruka was still so mad and humiliated by their confrontation that he was sure he’d end up doing something regrettable if he ran into the Copynin any time soon.
Thinking about Kakashi upset Iruka so much that he decided sleep would not be possible for the rest of the night, so he got up, took a long relaxing bath, made his favorite breakfast (something he usually reserved for the weekend when he had more time) and headed out early. When he opened his apartment door he found the mission report #22 on his doormat complete with Kakashi’s personal scroll and a plain brown bag with a note attached.
Joy and terror pulled at Iruka simultaneously and once again curiosity proved his undoing. The note read “Let me make your fantasies come true.” Iruka opened the bag. He quickly muttered a curse and threw the crumpled bag at his garbage can. It hit the edge and fell to the ground. A black ball with a leather strap rolled across the floor.* Iruka slammed the door and headed to the mission room.
He got there in time to put the scroll in the pile with all the others. He was just about to leave when it occurred to him that he should make sure ‘figure 1’ was facing downwards. That was a mistake, because when he looked at ‘figure 1’ he noticed that Kakashi had altered the sketch slightly. One of the figures now sported little whiskers.
*my poor description of a ball gag
Dreamland part 1
Dreamland part 2
Dreamland part 3
Dreamland part 4
Dreamland part 5