Friend 1?/
Disclaimer: the character's of Naruto do not belong to me but to the creator.
Pairings: ? x Kakashi, later others
Warnings: AU, cursing and the usual
Chapter 01
"I thought I'd find you here."
"Go away, Asuma," Kakashi felt sick. Not only did he feel like crap since he woke up this morning but he had a splitting headache on top of that from drinking too much whiskey with Kurenia yesterday night.
"No, not until I let you know that The Fourth Hokage has summoned for you."
Kakashi grimaced at the bad news, "...and I know exactly why
he summoned me too, I bet," 'While he had been dropping off his mission report, his sensei had invited him over for dinner with Naruto but he skipped over that and instead hosted a pity party in celebration of life's uglier rewards.
Asuma paused in his own thoughts and stared at Kakashi, before suggesting, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not particularly," replied Kakashi, his voice flat. Oh dear, now Asuma wanted him to offer up his life story.
Why oh why him,...
"Are you sure?" insisted the bearded man. He took an intimidating step forward, crowding Kakashi's personal space.
Kakashi was forced to press his back against the school
wall, where earlier he had been spying behind in the tree shade at Iruka-sensei from in his classroom, until his stomach had started to get upset by all the alcohol he
consumed the other night and of the sushi roll he had eaten for his morning
breakfast, "Asuma.." he argued, disliking that the taller man was
practically atop him. He itched to move but Asuma brought both his arms around
his shoulders and planted his palms on the wall, confining him completely.
"I know you and you're not the type to
run away from things. So what's the deal, Scarecrow? Why you so spooked when I
brought up the Fourth's name?" he questioned, not quite demanding for an answer
but wanting one all the same.
Kakashi could smell the lingering tobacco on Asuma's
breath. No doubt the other man was smoking his life away again. He released a
frustrated sigh beneath his mask and spoke in a tone that meant he was serious, "Get off me," he commanded.
"Of course." But Asuma didn't.
When Kakashi realized that his order was going to go ignored, he bristled at the thought that Asuma was purposely being disobedient towards him, even if out of concern for him. He just couldn't excuse that his burly friend thought he could just pull rank over him and do what the hell he wanted, without any retribution back. So in a more reasonable and mature manner in reactions to these insults, Kakashi tried to calm his irritated breathing and think back at all the times the older man had gotten him out of jams and couldn't think of more than 2 incidents which, if he remembered correctly, caused the mishap in the 1st place and instead concentrated on counting to 10 -- so
that he wouldn't do anything he'll regret later to his bull-headed friend. Like change him into a bear cub and drop him off at the local zoo with no other way to change back, unless he himself permits it. And as said bear cub, make sure he rethinks of challenging a man, whom has little patience in arrogance or breaking the rules of proper conduct towards an officer of higher rank, even if it were his mislead friend, doing the offense.
To him, if he did change Asuma, he was sure it would
be more humiliating to his friend than harmful but still, Kurenia would have his head if he ever dare lay a hand on her potential lover and instead put his
insightful urge aside and waited patiently for Asuma to say what he had to say
so that he could go on with his business.
Asuma purposely ignored Kakashi and noticed that
Kakashi's sleeves were pulled all the way down with only a little of his pale
skin exposed and caught the unmoving limb before Kakashi knew what he was doing. He didn't conceal his smirk when the Scarecrow gasped in alarm but frowned just
as quickly when he pushed the sleeve up to Kakashi's elbow to see what his
friend was hiding. His eyes darkened for a moment when he saw the
unmistakable cuts made either by the Scarecrow himself or someone other. When
Kakashi began fighting him, he shoved the slighter man against the wall of the
school building and branded a pale wrist for him to see.
As expected, Kakashi quieted and began to squirm in discomfort.
"Explain to me where you got these 1st set and I know
for damn sure it wasn't on the last mission you came back for, because I was
there when the doctor checked you over and you didn't have a mark on you."
Kakshi sighed and said in an earnest voice, a bit of
a silly laugh in it, "Well, that particular row was made by a fork that Genma
swung around and accidentally nipped me while I was walking by to take my seat
at the cafeteria table while he was telling a tale."
"Uh-huh" He'll have to check in with Genma if what Kakashi was telling him was true or not but he doubted it, "and the second batch."
Kakashi chuckled nervously and rubbed a gloved hand in his silver-hair, "Well, that's when I was helping Iruka re-floor his bedroom
since Naruto and I blew a hole in it from the downstairs while we were horsing
around while waiting for his arrival back from the Academy. What happened was, I stubbed my finger with the hammer and fell onto my arm. When I was getting up, I guess Naruto didn't hammer the nail all the way in and I sliced it on the nail head sticking out of the floorboard."
Right...like that happened. But still he'll have to
ask the boy to confirm it or not. He sighed and rubbed a tired hand over his
eyes in aggravation. When will Kakashi learn that lying doesn't pay off?
He finally asked about the last one. A bruise he noticed on the Scarecrow's
chest up near his collarbone. It peeked out when he grabbed him and slammed him
against the wall, "What about these bruises on your chest? Did you get these
from another idiotic encounter?" he supplied, at his limits with his friends
far-fetched lies, "I know for a fact, you didn't have these the last time I
talked to you. Where did you get them? It's not like you can easily be
overpowered by anyone."
"I hit the mountain face when I slipped while
climbing up it to warm myself up for training. And not just once but repeatedly
since it took me awhile to regain my hold. After all, it's rather hard to climb
up one with your other hand tied behind your back. Especially, if your out of
practice."
When Asuma didn't let him go still, Kakashi summoned some of his chakra and
pulled himself free. Stepping by his surprised
friend, he rearranged his jounin shirt and vest so the bruises weren't
noticeable and out of any other's curious gaze, "Look Asuma, just forget what
you saw. I promise you I wasn't lying but although they look bad, in time
they'll heal and besides, it doesn't interfere with any of my work so it really
isn't an issue that needs to be look into," he pleaded with his friend. Needing
him to just act like he never saw them in the first place. After all, he was
grateful Asuma didn't see the ones further down on his chest, which were hidden
under the layer of his uniform and as long as he didn't take his undershirt or vest
off, no one will know of them or find it fitting to interrogate him on the light
of that manner.
For those markings are some unsettling reminders
he rather not say where he got. Or by whom. But if he could go undetected long
enough, they will too heal like his minors ones. Or so he hoped, since they were
cut a bit deeper than the rest.
Asuma turned to Kakashi and grabbed his arm again,
squeezing it in his grip, "Is,..is it the Fourth's doing it?" he asked, split
between denial and sorrow if it was true.
Kakashi flinched upon hearing his sensei's name being
called out so vehemently by his friend, "No,..no," he mumbled, turning his head away. Sensei wouldn't lay a hand on him like this but he knew who would and that person wasn't at all ashamed in doing so.
Asuma turned Kakashi harshly around to face him and
brought his slighter frame flush with his own, grabbing both of his arms and
lifting Kakashi onto the tips of his toes, "At least sound more convincing if
you're going to lie," he bit out and released the younger man.
Kakashi stumbled, alarmed, looking at Asuma
wearily.
Asuma clenched his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose,
fed up, "Geez, this is so annoying."
Kakashi was affronted by the comment and spoke up,
"I never asked for assistance from you. So I don't understand why you're so
strung up."
"Well, shit, your my friend. What,...you want me to turn the other cheek on this?"
"If it keeps you from sticking your nose in where it doesn't belong. Then yes, I'd appreciate it. After all, what are friends for. Besides, it isn't as it seems," he trailed off, dropping his eye to the ground
in surrender.
"Fuck...why the fuck must you be so cryptic all the
time. Look, if the Hokage is doing things to you that you don't like, I'm sure
we could bring it up to the village council or hell, even the former Hokage."
Why is he so bent on making the accuser his sensei? Is it because we spend so much time together,.. "It's nothing. Leave it alone, Asuma."
"I've had enough. You're too difficult to deal with," he threw his hands up in the air and pivoted sharply around to leave, "Do what you want but don't forget the Hokage is waiting for you in the briefing room at the Tower. I wouldn't make him wait any longer if I were you. Or you'll end up with something more than some cuts and black and blue marks," he warned, before parting and walking up
the street.
Kakashi sighed, his shoulders drooping. His stomach still hurt but not as bad as before.
This just wasn't his day,... he thought as he
watched the departure of a good man but one he rather keep at bay.
After all, this was his problem and he could deal
with it himself.
Or so he thought.
To be continued,...