Lost and Found - KakaIru 100 'Serendipity' Prompt
Title: Lost and Found
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/Humor
Prompt: Serendipity
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto. I only own the plot-bunny.
Word Count: 306 words
Summary: Iruka finds something entirely unexpected.
Notes: I like the idea, but I think I failed to execute it properly. I'm not used to the word limit yet... :( To my credit, I actually haven't written anything this long in... an embarrassingly long time. Feedback is made of awesome, by the way. :3
There were three wastepaper baskets in the missions room. Iruka was currently down to the third one, completely surrounded by the miserable contents of the last two as he tore through debris. He had long passed 'frantic' and could now be best described as ' rapidly spiraling into despair'.
"Iruka, calm down. Are you sure it even got tossed out?" Genma sighed, frowning as he eyed the mess of paper and other rubbish. He had to admit that some of it was interesting. Someone had even tossed a half eaten onigiri. "I'm not cleaning this up."
"Yes, I'm sure. If it didn't get tossed into here, then someone stole it, which is ridiculous. I've checked everywhere else, and-- ugh! Gross." The chuunin took a moment to make a thoroughly scandalized face.
"What is it?"
"... a condom. Yuck."
"Indeed..."
Iruka might have caught his friend's amused smirk had he not been dwelling on his imminent doom. "Anyways, it's got to be here. It just has to!" The chuunin's hands closed around another crumpled scrap, brows knit in concentration as he smoothed it out. Drats! This one wasn't his either. He was about to discard it when his eyes caught something distinctly unexpected.
Iruka,
I know it sounds cliched...
--and the way you smile, even if it's not at me...
--you make my heart stop.
If he weren't already sitting down, Iruka was sure his knees would have given out. A small gasp brought him back to the present, where one Kakashi Hatake stood frozen, eyes glued to the object of his affections. Already, a magnificent blush was working its way across the chuunin's tanned cheeks like a small wildfire.
"....Iruka-sensei. Er, that... I can explain?" It was definitely too late to feign disinterest. Kakashi held his breath.
"...?"
"Maa.... that was... only a first draft?"
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/Humor
Prompt: Serendipity
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto. I only own the plot-bunny.
Word Count: 306 words
Summary: Iruka finds something entirely unexpected.
Notes: I like the idea, but I think I failed to execute it properly. I'm not used to the word limit yet... :( To my credit, I actually haven't written anything this long in... an embarrassingly long time. Feedback is made of awesome, by the way. :3
There were three wastepaper baskets in the missions room. Iruka was currently down to the third one, completely surrounded by the miserable contents of the last two as he tore through debris. He had long passed 'frantic' and could now be best described as ' rapidly spiraling into despair'.
"Iruka, calm down. Are you sure it even got tossed out?" Genma sighed, frowning as he eyed the mess of paper and other rubbish. He had to admit that some of it was interesting. Someone had even tossed a half eaten onigiri. "I'm not cleaning this up."
"Yes, I'm sure. If it didn't get tossed into here, then someone stole it, which is ridiculous. I've checked everywhere else, and-- ugh! Gross." The chuunin took a moment to make a thoroughly scandalized face.
"What is it?"
"... a condom. Yuck."
"Indeed..."
Iruka might have caught his friend's amused smirk had he not been dwelling on his imminent doom. "Anyways, it's got to be here. It just has to!" The chuunin's hands closed around another crumpled scrap, brows knit in concentration as he smoothed it out. Drats! This one wasn't his either. He was about to discard it when his eyes caught something distinctly unexpected.
Iruka,
I know it sounds cliched...
--and the way you smile, even if it's not at me...
--you make my heart stop.
If he weren't already sitting down, Iruka was sure his knees would have given out. A small gasp brought him back to the present, where one Kakashi Hatake stood frozen, eyes glued to the object of his affections. Already, a magnificent blush was working its way across the chuunin's tanned cheeks like a small wildfire.
"....Iruka-sensei. Er, that... I can explain?" It was definitely too late to feign disinterest. Kakashi held his breath.
"...?"
"Maa.... that was... only a first draft?"