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Intruders by night

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Fandom: Naruto
Contains (Pairing): KakaIru
Rating: K+
Summary: Intruders in his precious home were certainly not what Kakashi expected after a long mission.
Words: 1959


The rain pouring from the clouds was overwhelming. It soaked him through and through and let his body shake a little harder than it should have from the mere exhaustion he felt. His breathing came ragged and quick, due to his sinking body temperature and a deep cut running along the side of his neck. At first it had bled all over his uniform and drenched it in an ugly reddish brown, what with its original green color, before it started stinging like hell. Hadn’t Kakashi checked on it with his first-aid kit right after the initial fight, he would have been worried about a possible poisoning of the wound. As things were, however, he knew that things weren’t half bad. Or had not been, at least. Now, with the rain pouring from the sky and heavy thunder echoing through his auditory passage, he was starting to consider if all heavens were intending to break loose.
The exhaustion was starting to get the better of him as he finally caught a glimpse of the gates. Home was near.

Kakashi expected a lot when he finally left the Hokage’s tower: Lightning striking him and effectively ending what had been an annoyingly long mission, ANBU escorting him straight to the hospital because Tsunade didn’t trust him to make it there on his own, or maybe himself collapsing on his way back home – because damn, he didn’t intend on checking in with the doctors at this time of day, unless the ANBU actually made him. In fact, all he wanted was a hot shower, some food, a good night’s sleep, and then maybe, if he was lucky, breakfast with Iruka-sensei. As much as he would have liked to see the man right away, there was no chance in this rainy hell that the busy teacher would be up at quarter to midnight – and he wouldn’t risk the chance of being punched straight in the face for waking up Iruka-sensei in his current state.

Despite his initial fear of being dragged into hospital, Kakashi made it home on his own, tired and hurting from head to toe, but safe. What he had not anticipated, however, was the unmistakable flickering of several candles shining out into the darkness, casting a slim path of light between the shadows and up his front porch. Aghast, Kakashi froze in place for a moment and stared up to the window of his own living room.

Whoever had the nerve of breaking into the infamous copy-ninja’s house was shameless enough to light up the place and not even close the curtains.

Whoever had the nerve of breaking into the infamous copy-ninja’s house was going to die tonight, even if it was the last thing Kakashi did before collapsing on his blood-soaked floor.

The faint whisper of classical music greeted Kakashi when he slipped through the half-open window of his bedroom. Great! So now the burglar even laid hands on his precious collection of phonograph records? Oh, he was so going to spill some more blood tonight!
He sneaked forward, along the wall, closer to the living room door, where the flickering light of what must be a dozen candles spilled into the hall. From the holster on his thigh, Kakashi withdrew a second kunai – the first one had been in his hand as soon as he had caught sight of his brightly lit living room window.

Carefully, he positioned himself as close to the doorframe as he could get without throwing a shadow against the opposite wall. ‘Not half stupid’, he thought. ‘If someone wants to face me, here and now is the best opportunity they will ever get.’ Exhausted and low on chakra as he was, he’d be slower than usual, and the surrounding rooms of his home were too narrow for actual fighting. With the light in his living room, he was also limited to few options of approach. Whoever the bastard was, they had thought this through.

For just a second, Kakashi considered retreating, throwing a yelling fit at his hokage for the lousy service in protecting the village and just admitting himself to hospital while others dealt with the rat in his house.

He knew he wouldn’t do that before he had finished thinking, though. This was his home, this was his music. This was a personal attack, not only against him as a shinobi but against him as a person. He wouldn’t let them escape.

Only an inch separated his masked nose from the doorframe as Kakashi flexed his legs and lower back and grabbed both kunai a little tighter. Soundlessly, he launched himself forward and around the corner into the living room. From the corner of his eye, he saw the edge of his kunai reflect the flame of a single candle lit on the carpet. The person who had been sitting in front of that candle jumped to their feet and tried to hurry out of the way as Kakashi flung himself into the middle of the room – too late.

There was a muffled scream when two men landed on the floor, Kakashi colliding with the intruder’s chest and effectively knocking his breath out, while the foreigner’s back smashed into one of the chairs of the dining area. Kakashi’s knee slipped forward and pressed against the other man’s throat, one of his hands dropped the kunai and pinned the intruder’s wrists over his head with an angry hiss. A blade pressed right under the man’s chin before Kakashi even bothered looking up into his face; he was wondering about the lack of resistance by this time.

“-e, don’t-“

A low whine came from the spot where Kakashi’s kunai pressed through the soft skin of the other man’s neck, and only now did he recognize the familiar face. Startled, Kakashi drew back, immediately relieving the intruder from his threatening position.

“Iruka-sensei!?”

His eye searched the expressive face; for what, he did not know. However, there was neither fear nor betrayal in the dark eyes, and something heavy lifted from Kakashi’s shoulders. Slowly exhaling, he stepped backed, lowered his kunai and let his shoulders droop. The deep scar that ran from cheek to cheek stood out harsh against the wavering candlelight, casting ever-changing shadows across Iruka-sensei’s features. The man sat up carefully, with no sign of distress but visibly turning pale as he palmed his neck and wiped away the thin trail of blood that had started running down his throat. His eyes were on Kakashi as he raised his free hand in a defensive gesture.

“It’s okay, Kakashi. It’s okay. I’m sorry.”

Kakashi just kept staring at him, his mind wheeling, understanding nothing. Iruka was the intruder.

Slowly, memories came back to him, discarded over the duration of his mission as useless information.

Iruka on a date with him.

Iruka, visiting the memorial with him.

Iruka, kissing him for the first time.

Iruka, taking care of his keys while he was away on a mission.

With an exhausted breath that sounded like “sorry” and was meant to be exactly that, Kakashi squatted down, eye closing against the pounding headache he had felt approaching for hours. His thoughts kept running in circles now, to Iruka and how he had hurt him. To the dangerously low level of chakra in his own system. To the muddy footprints on his carpet and the state of filthiness he would leave the bed in, were he to sleep now. Back to Iruka, the blood on his throat. The fear in his eyes, just for a second, but it had been there when Kakashi pinned him down. The lack of struggle, even as Kakashi physically hurt the other man.

Kakashi was still adding thoughts to the thundering headache as Iruka’s voice cut through the mess.

“Kakashi. It’s alright. You’re home. You’re safe.” He was getting closer. “Do you want me to leave?”

How ironic.

Kakashi shook his head, eye opening just a little to look at Iruka, who approached him carefully. Why was he still here in the first place? Iruka had been waiting for him, knowing well when the mission was supposed to end, sticking around his place to welcome him, and all he received for that was his lover slashing his throat, no matter how shallowly. A situation like this had never occurred in the past, but Kakashi was fairly sure that most people would have fled the place by now. Iruka didn’t.

Instead, a hand was placed against Kakashi’s temple, carefully massaging the skin along his scalp. The second hand still held onto the shallow cut, and Kakashi didn’t realize Iruka had been observing him until a small huff escaped the other man.

Surprised, Kakashi looked up, and found himself face to face with a scrutinizing look from dark brown eyes.

“Your neck seems hurt” The other man observed, and Kakashi’s hand went up to cover the wound that ran across his right collarbone and up along the side of his neck. Even with his gloves still on, Kakashi could feel the mixture of rain and half-dried blood seep through the fabric, and he went back to closing his eyes.

“It’s alright” He muttered. For a split-second he wondered how they could talk so easily after what had happened just moments ago, but the mild pressure of Iruka’s thumb against his temple eased the thought away, just as many others, and left a blissful emptiness on his mind.

They sat in silence for a long moment, with Iruka’s thumb pressed against Kakashi’s head, until the chuunin started talking again.

“I want you to shower” He began, voice quiet but firm. “Then I’ll patch you up and make sure you get some rest.”

Kakashi’s eye snapped open, and he was about to protest when a quick kiss against the dirty fabric of his mask effectively put him back to silence.

“No back talk now. You need to get warmed up. You need some sleep. You need food.” Iruka’s fingers were soft against Kakashi’s shoulder where the clothing was torn and soaked with blood, sweat and rain. “I’ve been waiting for you all night; I can wait some more until you are properly rested.” Head turning a little, Iruka seemed to spot something interesting on the wall, and his face lit up. A small smile spread over the brunette’s features, and he chuckled to himself. “Besides, you turned old just two minutes ago. So you really should start taking things slow… old man.” And he nudged Kakashi’s arm playfully.

It took Kakashi several long moments to process that, mostly due to his exhaustion, but when Iruka’s comments sank in, he groaned in feigned indignation.

“Oh, come on” He sighed and let his head sink against the careful touches of Iruka’s fingers. “I didn’t even realize this was my birthday until you said it. And 30 isn’t really old. Just… a little.”

Iruka rolled his eyes at him.

“You just attacked your own boyfriend, because you took him for an intruder.” He pointed out. “Your mind sure seems to be getting a little… demented.”

‘Fair enough’ Kakashi thought to himself. ‘I guess I deserve some teasing at least.’ He was close to apologizing again, but when his eyes rose up to meet Iruka’s, all he found was concerned affection. With a smile on his lips, Iruka leaned in and pressed his forehead against the slanted headband, scarred nose rubbing against Kakashi’s through the wet fabric of his mask.

“Happy birthday, old man.” He whispered, and Kakashi pulled down the dark cloth just in time to effectively prevent Iruka from any other remarks regarding his age. Smiling, he sealed the other’s lips with a kiss, silently wondering if he was going to have to undress himself tonight.
Happy birthday, Kakashi-sensei!
I guess he could enjoy the night, after all, in ways everyone can imagine for themselves. ;)

This was written based on a really stupid mistake I made several months ago already, but I liked how it came out, so I saved it for today.
Celebrations are on! :la:
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WyanetheBabe's avatar
Cool hehe silly Kakashi!<3