[FIC] Slice of Life
Title: Slice of Life
Prompt Number: 13 [Scenario: Kakashi and Iruka living together and being the odd couple. Complete with marital spats and advising Naruto on his love life.]
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): KakaIruKaka
Summary: Takes from Hatake Kakashi and Umino Iruka’s odd, yet unique relationship
Contains: Mild swearing
Word Count: 1747
Author's Notes: I almost didn’t make it, when the plot bunny refused to the take the prompt-carrot. Really, last minute’s panic makes a wonderful muse.
Thank you once again megyal for betaing this. Despite the differences, it was a pleasure. *bows*
If someone had told Umino Iruka that someday one of his ex-students would come to him and ask advice in their sex-life, he would have just shrugged and answer as best as he could. If that person would have said it would be Naruto, he or she would have been silenced and never seen again. Actually, now that Iruka thought about it, he did have a vague memory of a giggling Anko, drunk as hell and waving ramen-flavored condoms in front of him.
Sighing, the dark-haired man pinched the bridge of his nose to concentrate on the moment. He saw the maniacally grinning Kakashi in the corner of his eye. The skinny bastard was enjoying this way too much. Not really wanting to see his lover’s unabashed glee, Iruka took a deep breath and focused on the young man sitting in their living-room.
“Naruto, why did you come to ask this from us?” Iruka asked calmly as he threw a pillow at his lover - Kakashi grabbed the soft projectile easily, tucking it behind his back
“Uh, well, because you’ve lasted so long Kakashi-sensei, I thought you could have some tips in how to deal with an arrogant bastard-lover,” the blond answered as bluntly as ever, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.
“Maa, for your information I’ve never been arrogant,” Kakashi informed him in a slightly miffed tone.
“Yes yes, dear, we know that, now shush,” Iruka calmed him, not really listening him, “Naruto, why do you need to know this now? After all these years?”
The young man grinned nervously, reminding Iruka of the pre-genin boy years ago that had given him grey hair plenty of times. Really, despite the age and maturity Naruto had gained, some things never changed.
“Well, that’s…”
“If you want to screw him, I’ve heard that he likes to play with ropes.”
“Kakashi!”
**
The relationship between Hatake Kakashi and Umino Iruka had been somewhat peculiar ever since they had admitted the mutual attraction. Many people had thought it would last no more than few months, but here they were, five years together.
Still, quarrels did happen.
**
Kakashi walked towards the kitchen, his mind set to have a glass of juice or anything else that wasn’t milk - for years the man had avoided the white liquid as much as possible ever since that mission with dairy and swamp jutsu. Kakashi thanked the small wonders of life that he still could eat chocolate ice cream after that day.
Nose buried in to the most dog-eared and thus the most highly beloved Icha Icha Paradise that Kakashi owned, the jounin was deeply engrossed with the familiar lines, which meant his awareness of the surrounding apartment wasn’t as high-level as it usually was. Roughly five percent less, he’d say. Besides, the layers of seals and several deadly traps secured the place better than most of the other fortresses out there.
Which was a good excuse for the fact that the infamous Sharingan no Kakashi hit his knee - hard - in to the lower cabinet door that had been left carelessly open. Pain shot up his leg but his only reaction was the narrowing of his eye. Hissing a curse under his breath the pale man glared at the door that should have been an unexpected enemy, but it wasn’t.
This had happened far too many times than Kakashi liked to admit.
“Iruka,” Kakashi called out, feeling proud for the lack of irritation in his voice.
“Yes?” the chuunin answered from the bedroom, where he was sorting the laundry.
“You left the cabinet door open.” The word ’again’ went unheard but he knew the tan man still picked it up. The dark-haired chuunin had a wicked sixth sense that seemed to see underneath the underneath better than most of the elite jounin whether it was a student plotting a prank or hundreds of words that were not said out loud.
Kakashi had experienced this one also far too many times than he’d like to admit.
“And what’s the problem?” Iruka asked sharply, and Kakashi backed away enough to see his lover sitting on the bed and the frown on his forehead through the open bedroom door.
Rolling his eye, the silver-haired man pushed the cabinet door closed with his toes. “We’ve talked about this several times before; could you please close them after finding what you want? I’d like to avoid getting bruised in my own home.”
“You didn’t complain about it last night,” Iruka commented wryly, coming out of the bedroom with an armful of dirty uniforms. The frown was very fast turning in to a scowl.
Sighing, Kakashi put the book on the counter. “While we have sex, no. But hitting myself every time I walk in to the kitchen, then that’s serious. And don’t give me that look! Even the mighty jounin don’t always pay attention to the dangers of doors left open, especially in their own kitchen.”
“Fine, I close the damn doors next time so that you won’t hurt yourself, O Mighty Jounin,” Iruka snapped back, dark eyes glaring at his lover, “but that goes for you, too. I’m tired of you always leaving the window open when you go to the Memorial stone. Its bloody freezing when I wake up and it goes straight to the heating bills.”
“Well, even though I love the fact that you like to sleep naked, then perhaps you should start wearing underwear so that you won’t be so cold when I’m not warming your bed,“ the jounin retorted, arms crossed defensively over his chest.
“Oh really? Shouldn’t you then take off some clothes, then, because I recall that the lazy man in my bed wears thick cotton pajamas and socks and - “
**
It had been rather frightening for both of the men at how fast they adapted in to a relationship, where one was almost permanently in the village and the other constantly in danger of dying by a poisoned senbon or evil organizations. Being a shinobi was their life and protecting the village was their duty, which was something Kakashi and Iruka didn’t want to change no matter what.
Although, and this they both admitted, sometimes it was nice to relax and enjoy a quiet moment.
**
The bright afternoon sun filtered through the thick canvas of leaves, the golden rays caressing the sleeping figures, lying in a pile of various colors. It was quite a sight, the eight canines surrounding the two men and even snuggling in their laps.
Iruka breathed slowly; Pakkun on his lap outright snored, the left front leg kicking every now and then against thin air. The sunglasses Akino wore were millimeters away from falling off when the canine had wormed his way underneath chuunin’s arm, head resting next to his smaller brother. Iruka himself had propped his head against Kakashi’s shoulder, so close that the soft exhales of air would most likely tickle the curve of the older man’s neck.
One arm around Iruka, the silver-haired jounin tightened his hold at those times, a soft sigh escaping from the masked lips every now and then. Kakashi’s other hand, stopped in the middle of petting, was resting on top of Urushi’s head, fingers still deep in the golden fur. Known as the most ferocious of the ninken, the Spitz eared dog was for once completely lax, sleeping soundly next to his master, while Uuhei had sprawled over the two men’s legs, one paw resting on Iruka’s knee and her head on Kakashi’s calf.
Bull lay down up behind them, offering his massive body as a perfect support. The giant bulldog’s tongue lolled out, ears twitching every now and then at the sounds of the forest. Shiba and the two other dogs lay on their sides or backs, snoring in their sleep.
The peacefulness of the moment would never last, Iruka knew that. But it was something he swore he would never forget as he smiled drowsily, before succumbing to the sweet lullaby of Kakashi’s breathing.
**
They fought, they made up and they drove their friends crazy. The quirks and aloofness that made Hatake Kakashi matched the strictness and kindness of Umino Iruka, completing each other. It didn’t matter if one of them died in a battle or by a stray shuriken. The men were willing to accept it as a part of their future - as long as it happened before spring cleaning.
**
The miffed expression on Kakashi’s face was rather cute, but the way the pale fingers tapped the broomstick was a good indication that Genma should pick his ass off the floor and flee or else Kakashi would shove the fallen senbon back to the uncontrollably laughing bastard.
And that would be no were near Genma’s mouth, for your information.
His lover was no better, actually; the amusement was clear on his face even though Iruka managed hold back the snickers. The mischievous glint in the dark eyes told the silver-haired man that Iruka had known about the sudden visit, maybe even planned it before. The chuunin paid no attention to the low growl he received, he simply grinned innocently at Kakashi, the brat.
Yamato and Raidou were much better, the two men barely twitched at the sight of Kakashi in a pink and yellow apron with a picture of a happy and blonde housewife declaring ‘one last thing to do and then it’s time for gin and tonic!’ with such blinding smile that even Gai would feel ashamed. But, the longer Kakashi stared at them, he got a nagging feeling, that they weren’t real Yamato and Raidou but wooden replicas made by his kohai.
A quick peek from Sharingan confirmed his suspicion. Just great. That meant those two were had gotten somewhere safe to laugh their asses off. Namely on the roof of the building if the hysterically flaring chakra was to believe. Fuckers.
“Genma,” Kakashi drawled, hand gripping the broom in to tight hold, “you have three seconds to leave this room or else I’ll make you.”
“Wh-what are you gonna do?” the teary-eyed man choked, holding his sides, “sweep me off my feet, dear?”
Growling, Kakashi attacked Genma, while Iruka escaped the scene in peals of laughter and the two other jounin from the roof followed quickly his example. Kakashi didn’t worry about that, oh no.
He knew where they slept.
**
Bu no matter what happened, Hatake Kakashi and Umino Iruka had found love and happiness with each other.
** ** **
- Senna-chan
Prompt Number: 13 [Scenario: Kakashi and Iruka living together and being the odd couple. Complete with marital spats and advising Naruto on his love life.]
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): KakaIruKaka
Summary: Takes from Hatake Kakashi and Umino Iruka’s odd, yet unique relationship
Contains: Mild swearing
Word Count: 1747
Author's Notes: I almost didn’t make it, when the plot bunny refused to the take the prompt-carrot. Really, last minute’s panic makes a wonderful muse.
Thank you once again megyal for betaing this. Despite the differences, it was a pleasure. *bows*
If someone had told Umino Iruka that someday one of his ex-students would come to him and ask advice in their sex-life, he would have just shrugged and answer as best as he could. If that person would have said it would be Naruto, he or she would have been silenced and never seen again. Actually, now that Iruka thought about it, he did have a vague memory of a giggling Anko, drunk as hell and waving ramen-flavored condoms in front of him.
Sighing, the dark-haired man pinched the bridge of his nose to concentrate on the moment. He saw the maniacally grinning Kakashi in the corner of his eye. The skinny bastard was enjoying this way too much. Not really wanting to see his lover’s unabashed glee, Iruka took a deep breath and focused on the young man sitting in their living-room.
“Naruto, why did you come to ask this from us?” Iruka asked calmly as he threw a pillow at his lover - Kakashi grabbed the soft projectile easily, tucking it behind his back
“Uh, well, because you’ve lasted so long Kakashi-sensei, I thought you could have some tips in how to deal with an arrogant bastard-lover,” the blond answered as bluntly as ever, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.
“Maa, for your information I’ve never been arrogant,” Kakashi informed him in a slightly miffed tone.
“Yes yes, dear, we know that, now shush,” Iruka calmed him, not really listening him, “Naruto, why do you need to know this now? After all these years?”
The young man grinned nervously, reminding Iruka of the pre-genin boy years ago that had given him grey hair plenty of times. Really, despite the age and maturity Naruto had gained, some things never changed.
“Well, that’s…”
“If you want to screw him, I’ve heard that he likes to play with ropes.”
“Kakashi!”
**
The relationship between Hatake Kakashi and Umino Iruka had been somewhat peculiar ever since they had admitted the mutual attraction. Many people had thought it would last no more than few months, but here they were, five years together.
Still, quarrels did happen.
**
Kakashi walked towards the kitchen, his mind set to have a glass of juice or anything else that wasn’t milk - for years the man had avoided the white liquid as much as possible ever since that mission with dairy and swamp jutsu. Kakashi thanked the small wonders of life that he still could eat chocolate ice cream after that day.
Nose buried in to the most dog-eared and thus the most highly beloved Icha Icha Paradise that Kakashi owned, the jounin was deeply engrossed with the familiar lines, which meant his awareness of the surrounding apartment wasn’t as high-level as it usually was. Roughly five percent less, he’d say. Besides, the layers of seals and several deadly traps secured the place better than most of the other fortresses out there.
Which was a good excuse for the fact that the infamous Sharingan no Kakashi hit his knee - hard - in to the lower cabinet door that had been left carelessly open. Pain shot up his leg but his only reaction was the narrowing of his eye. Hissing a curse under his breath the pale man glared at the door that should have been an unexpected enemy, but it wasn’t.
This had happened far too many times than Kakashi liked to admit.
“Iruka,” Kakashi called out, feeling proud for the lack of irritation in his voice.
“Yes?” the chuunin answered from the bedroom, where he was sorting the laundry.
“You left the cabinet door open.” The word ’again’ went unheard but he knew the tan man still picked it up. The dark-haired chuunin had a wicked sixth sense that seemed to see underneath the underneath better than most of the elite jounin whether it was a student plotting a prank or hundreds of words that were not said out loud.
Kakashi had experienced this one also far too many times than he’d like to admit.
“And what’s the problem?” Iruka asked sharply, and Kakashi backed away enough to see his lover sitting on the bed and the frown on his forehead through the open bedroom door.
Rolling his eye, the silver-haired man pushed the cabinet door closed with his toes. “We’ve talked about this several times before; could you please close them after finding what you want? I’d like to avoid getting bruised in my own home.”
“You didn’t complain about it last night,” Iruka commented wryly, coming out of the bedroom with an armful of dirty uniforms. The frown was very fast turning in to a scowl.
Sighing, Kakashi put the book on the counter. “While we have sex, no. But hitting myself every time I walk in to the kitchen, then that’s serious. And don’t give me that look! Even the mighty jounin don’t always pay attention to the dangers of doors left open, especially in their own kitchen.”
“Fine, I close the damn doors next time so that you won’t hurt yourself, O Mighty Jounin,” Iruka snapped back, dark eyes glaring at his lover, “but that goes for you, too. I’m tired of you always leaving the window open when you go to the Memorial stone. Its bloody freezing when I wake up and it goes straight to the heating bills.”
“Well, even though I love the fact that you like to sleep naked, then perhaps you should start wearing underwear so that you won’t be so cold when I’m not warming your bed,“ the jounin retorted, arms crossed defensively over his chest.
“Oh really? Shouldn’t you then take off some clothes, then, because I recall that the lazy man in my bed wears thick cotton pajamas and socks and - “
**
It had been rather frightening for both of the men at how fast they adapted in to a relationship, where one was almost permanently in the village and the other constantly in danger of dying by a poisoned senbon or evil organizations. Being a shinobi was their life and protecting the village was their duty, which was something Kakashi and Iruka didn’t want to change no matter what.
Although, and this they both admitted, sometimes it was nice to relax and enjoy a quiet moment.
**
The bright afternoon sun filtered through the thick canvas of leaves, the golden rays caressing the sleeping figures, lying in a pile of various colors. It was quite a sight, the eight canines surrounding the two men and even snuggling in their laps.
Iruka breathed slowly; Pakkun on his lap outright snored, the left front leg kicking every now and then against thin air. The sunglasses Akino wore were millimeters away from falling off when the canine had wormed his way underneath chuunin’s arm, head resting next to his smaller brother. Iruka himself had propped his head against Kakashi’s shoulder, so close that the soft exhales of air would most likely tickle the curve of the older man’s neck.
One arm around Iruka, the silver-haired jounin tightened his hold at those times, a soft sigh escaping from the masked lips every now and then. Kakashi’s other hand, stopped in the middle of petting, was resting on top of Urushi’s head, fingers still deep in the golden fur. Known as the most ferocious of the ninken, the Spitz eared dog was for once completely lax, sleeping soundly next to his master, while Uuhei had sprawled over the two men’s legs, one paw resting on Iruka’s knee and her head on Kakashi’s calf.
Bull lay down up behind them, offering his massive body as a perfect support. The giant bulldog’s tongue lolled out, ears twitching every now and then at the sounds of the forest. Shiba and the two other dogs lay on their sides or backs, snoring in their sleep.
The peacefulness of the moment would never last, Iruka knew that. But it was something he swore he would never forget as he smiled drowsily, before succumbing to the sweet lullaby of Kakashi’s breathing.
**
They fought, they made up and they drove their friends crazy. The quirks and aloofness that made Hatake Kakashi matched the strictness and kindness of Umino Iruka, completing each other. It didn’t matter if one of them died in a battle or by a stray shuriken. The men were willing to accept it as a part of their future - as long as it happened before spring cleaning.
**
The miffed expression on Kakashi’s face was rather cute, but the way the pale fingers tapped the broomstick was a good indication that Genma should pick his ass off the floor and flee or else Kakashi would shove the fallen senbon back to the uncontrollably laughing bastard.
And that would be no were near Genma’s mouth, for your information.
His lover was no better, actually; the amusement was clear on his face even though Iruka managed hold back the snickers. The mischievous glint in the dark eyes told the silver-haired man that Iruka had known about the sudden visit, maybe even planned it before. The chuunin paid no attention to the low growl he received, he simply grinned innocently at Kakashi, the brat.
Yamato and Raidou were much better, the two men barely twitched at the sight of Kakashi in a pink and yellow apron with a picture of a happy and blonde housewife declaring ‘one last thing to do and then it’s time for gin and tonic!’ with such blinding smile that even Gai would feel ashamed. But, the longer Kakashi stared at them, he got a nagging feeling, that they weren’t real Yamato and Raidou but wooden replicas made by his kohai.
A quick peek from Sharingan confirmed his suspicion. Just great. That meant those two were had gotten somewhere safe to laugh their asses off. Namely on the roof of the building if the hysterically flaring chakra was to believe. Fuckers.
“Genma,” Kakashi drawled, hand gripping the broom in to tight hold, “you have three seconds to leave this room or else I’ll make you.”
“Wh-what are you gonna do?” the teary-eyed man choked, holding his sides, “sweep me off my feet, dear?”
Growling, Kakashi attacked Genma, while Iruka escaped the scene in peals of laughter and the two other jounin from the roof followed quickly his example. Kakashi didn’t worry about that, oh no.
He knew where they slept.
**
Bu no matter what happened, Hatake Kakashi and Umino Iruka had found love and happiness with each other.
** ** **
- Senna-chan