Fanfiction - Naruto - Someone to Live For
The prompt - "Since I like fluff and all, I wanted a fic about Iruka asking kakashi out at the memorial stone after a moment of silence and stuff... They're not together btw
I like somber mood turning happy kind of fics :'D -allyoucaneater" I likes the somber-turn-happy as well. Short, but well written, in my humble opinion~
Author: Lily Kalanoa
Story: Someone to Live For
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my laptop, which put me into significant debt. All characters and series belong to their respective creators, I just like to torture them, heh heh.
And this is the link if anyone else out there wants a request.
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The year was drawing to a close. Another week and Iruka’s class would be graduating, Konoha’s newest generation of genin ready to defend their village. He was proud of them, so proud, but it was a sad time, too. He’d been with these kids for so long, watched them grow and change and mature. The first generation since . . .
Wandering the village, Iruka found his way to the memorial stone as the sun disappeared for the night. In the dusk lighting he stepped close, looking at the carved names etched into the polished surface. Absently his fingers trailed over some of the most recent. Shiranai Yuki, Yamada Ken; Iruka remembered that mission gone wrong, he’d been there to comfort Genma and Raidou after the funeral. Shin, Kamu . . . so many Uchihas . . .
Naruto would be testing to graduate in less than a week. The first class of decent size to graduate since the fox attack. Iruka’s fingers were tracing over the section that corresponded to that time, so many lost. Yuhi, Uchiha, Hyuga, Yamanaka . . . Iruka bit his lip to keep it from trembling as fingers stilled over two Uminos, then dragged lower: Namikaze Minato . . .
A hand slipped over his shoulder, covering his own over the name of the Fourth. Iruka started and turned a little, seeing the infamous copy ninja poised just behind him. The teacher pulled his hand away and Kakashi took a step back, visible eye still focused on the memorial. After a few seconds, Iruka’s pulse calmed and he turned back to the names as well.
“You’ve done well.” The teacher blinked, a little surprised at the statement. For a moment he wasn’t even sure Kakashi had really spoken and he didn’t move until the other said something else. “Just a few years ago, everyone still acted as if he died just then. But this year’s class is happy, smiling.”
Iruka smiled a little. If all he could do was make the next generation a little happier, he’d take it. “Thank you.” It didn’t seem adequate to just take the compliment, though, and he reached out again to brush the stone. “I can only do so little; there would be more names up here, though, if it wasn’t for people like you.”
Kakashi made a soft, noncommital sound. “People like me . . .” His hand traced away from the fox attack, back further in time. He pulled his fingers away from the surface though, not quite brushing an unfamiliar Uchiha name. “People like them. Like the Fourth. People like me don’t save lives, we take them away.”
Iruka was silent, knowing it was only true. Soon he would watch the next generation graduate, children trained to become killers to protect their village. “Or maybe,” he whispered, still not looking at the masked man. “Maybe you don’t take lives. Maybe they’re given to you, because you’re worth protecting.”
Kakashi sighed and it was a wistful sound. A sort of ‘wouldn’t that be nice if it were true’ noise. “It was a stupid choice, old friend. It should have been the other way around.” He wasn’t speaking to the breathing man beside him now, but to the name on the stone.
A smile tugged at the teacher’s lips and he lowered his eyes. The Fourth had certainly believed it was worth it to save so many, Iruka was certain many who met Kakashi felt the same way. It was why ninja risked life and limb to protect their homes and the people that lived there, to save someone they cared about. Kakashi was the same, no matter what he might say about it. If it meant he could save a loved one, he would gladly kill or die.
Iruka took a few steps away, preparing to leave the man to his thoughts. He shouldn’t be here anyway, he should be celebrating the upcoming end of the school year. Find Naruto and get some ramen, or track down Asuma for a few rounds of sake. He paused, eyes again on the stone and the still figure poised in front of it.
Iruka’s forehead creased, a thought occuring to him. He knew Kakashi was a good man, a fantastic fighter and a loyal friend. But maybe it was true - maybe he wouldn’t die to protect those he loved . . . maybe he had no one left to die for . . .
Kakashi turned slowly to look at Iruka as the teacher took his hand and threaded their fingers together. The brunette just smiled gently up at him, eyes open and caring. “Come on, this is no place to be by yourself. I’ll treat you to dinner, okay?”
For another second, the silver-haired man hesitated; Iruka could read the uncertainty even with his face covered. Then he smiled, lips turning up behind the mask, visible eye softening. “I’d like that.”
I like somber mood turning happy kind of fics :'D -allyoucaneater" I likes the somber-turn-happy as well. Short, but well written, in my humble opinion~
Author: Lily Kalanoa
Story: Someone to Live For
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my laptop, which put me into significant debt. All characters and series belong to their respective creators, I just like to torture them, heh heh.
And this is the link if anyone else out there wants a request.
-o-o-o-o-o-
The year was drawing to a close. Another week and Iruka’s class would be graduating, Konoha’s newest generation of genin ready to defend their village. He was proud of them, so proud, but it was a sad time, too. He’d been with these kids for so long, watched them grow and change and mature. The first generation since . . .
Wandering the village, Iruka found his way to the memorial stone as the sun disappeared for the night. In the dusk lighting he stepped close, looking at the carved names etched into the polished surface. Absently his fingers trailed over some of the most recent. Shiranai Yuki, Yamada Ken; Iruka remembered that mission gone wrong, he’d been there to comfort Genma and Raidou after the funeral. Shin, Kamu . . . so many Uchihas . . .
Naruto would be testing to graduate in less than a week. The first class of decent size to graduate since the fox attack. Iruka’s fingers were tracing over the section that corresponded to that time, so many lost. Yuhi, Uchiha, Hyuga, Yamanaka . . . Iruka bit his lip to keep it from trembling as fingers stilled over two Uminos, then dragged lower: Namikaze Minato . . .
A hand slipped over his shoulder, covering his own over the name of the Fourth. Iruka started and turned a little, seeing the infamous copy ninja poised just behind him. The teacher pulled his hand away and Kakashi took a step back, visible eye still focused on the memorial. After a few seconds, Iruka’s pulse calmed and he turned back to the names as well.
“You’ve done well.” The teacher blinked, a little surprised at the statement. For a moment he wasn’t even sure Kakashi had really spoken and he didn’t move until the other said something else. “Just a few years ago, everyone still acted as if he died just then. But this year’s class is happy, smiling.”
Iruka smiled a little. If all he could do was make the next generation a little happier, he’d take it. “Thank you.” It didn’t seem adequate to just take the compliment, though, and he reached out again to brush the stone. “I can only do so little; there would be more names up here, though, if it wasn’t for people like you.”
Kakashi made a soft, noncommital sound. “People like me . . .” His hand traced away from the fox attack, back further in time. He pulled his fingers away from the surface though, not quite brushing an unfamiliar Uchiha name. “People like them. Like the Fourth. People like me don’t save lives, we take them away.”
Iruka was silent, knowing it was only true. Soon he would watch the next generation graduate, children trained to become killers to protect their village. “Or maybe,” he whispered, still not looking at the masked man. “Maybe you don’t take lives. Maybe they’re given to you, because you’re worth protecting.”
Kakashi sighed and it was a wistful sound. A sort of ‘wouldn’t that be nice if it were true’ noise. “It was a stupid choice, old friend. It should have been the other way around.” He wasn’t speaking to the breathing man beside him now, but to the name on the stone.
A smile tugged at the teacher’s lips and he lowered his eyes. The Fourth had certainly believed it was worth it to save so many, Iruka was certain many who met Kakashi felt the same way. It was why ninja risked life and limb to protect their homes and the people that lived there, to save someone they cared about. Kakashi was the same, no matter what he might say about it. If it meant he could save a loved one, he would gladly kill or die.
Iruka took a few steps away, preparing to leave the man to his thoughts. He shouldn’t be here anyway, he should be celebrating the upcoming end of the school year. Find Naruto and get some ramen, or track down Asuma for a few rounds of sake. He paused, eyes again on the stone and the still figure poised in front of it.
Iruka’s forehead creased, a thought occuring to him. He knew Kakashi was a good man, a fantastic fighter and a loyal friend. But maybe it was true - maybe he wouldn’t die to protect those he loved . . . maybe he had no one left to die for . . .
Kakashi turned slowly to look at Iruka as the teacher took his hand and threaded their fingers together. The brunette just smiled gently up at him, eyes open and caring. “Come on, this is no place to be by yourself. I’ll treat you to dinner, okay?”
For another second, the silver-haired man hesitated; Iruka could read the uncertainty even with his face covered. Then he smiled, lips turning up behind the mask, visible eye softening. “I’d like that.”