fanfiction - Naruto - Coming Home
The Prompt - "Hmmm... Kakashi returned to Iruka injured (not fatal), but he refused to go to hospital. So Iruka had to take care of him. Basically waffiness and cuddling happens. XD Sorry if this is something you had done, but I like it when Iruka and Kakashi showed that they love each other by doing something small, or insignificant but important nonetheless to each other.-xkuma_chanx" I've never done anything exactly like this, but I would do it for you anyway ^_^ I liked this one, hope you do too.
Author: Lily Kalanoa
Story: Coming Home
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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“Hey, Iruka!” The teacher looked over his shoulder, back down the road to find Raidou jogging towards him. “Glad I caught you; your boy’s back.”
Iruka’s face lit up. Kakashi had been away on a mission for the past five days, something high level that he couldn’t give any details about. “How is he?” was Iruka’s first question.
Raidou understood the worry and smiled widely at the other man. “He looked all right, but he’s really wiped. Got back and stopped by ANBU HQ, but then went straight home.”
Iruka looked down the road again and began chewing on his lip. “I’m scheduled at the mission desk. I wonder if anyone would-“
“Don’t worry about it, I can cover you.” Iruka turned back to the jounin, joy clear on his face. “If you can make it back in an hour or two, I’d appreciate it, but I understand if your boy needs you.”
Iruka darted forward to wrap the other in a hug. “Thank you, really. I’ll buy you dinner some time.”
Raidou laughed as the teacher detached and hurried back the way he’d come. “I’d rather you make me something, I know you can cook!” Iruka waved, not pausing on his way back home.
He found Kakashi hunched over the desk of their study, windows shut with just the desk lamp on. Iruka grinned and walked quietly into the room. He made it three feet past the door before Kakashi jerked his head up, spinning to face him. The pen in his hand was turned into a weapon, but after seeing only Iruka, the masked man relaxed again.
Iruka frowned. “Are you all right?”
Kakashi just nodded, tapping the side of his head lightly with the pen. “Got caught on the edge of an explosion. My ears are still ringing, but I’m okay.” He hunched over the desk again as Iruka stepped closer.
He was working on his mission report, the teacher was able to finally tell. He was slouched in his chair, steadying himself against the desk itself. The pen was curled awkwardly in his left hand and Kakashi was taking a very long time to stroke out each character.
Iruka shivered. “You’re not all right.”
Kakashi looked at the teacher again, but didn’t say anything for a long time. Finally he looked away and mumbled to the paper. “I hurt my arm.”
“Kakashi . . . I should call the hospital.”
The masked man shook his head quickly. Left-handed he tugged down his mask and turned a smile on his boyfriend. “I’m okay, I promise. I’ll be fine by tomorrow.”
Iruka was still frowning. Kakashi didn’t like doctors, didn’t like hospitals. It had something to do with horrible things happening every time he was hurt bad enough to actually be hospitalized, starting with when he’d gotten the sharingan eye. Iruka kept his fears to himself, giving Kakashi the benefit of the doubt, and left to make them something to eat.
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Kakashi barely ate, though he kept smiling at Iruka and assuring the teacher he was all right. He also didn’t stand or walk while the other was watching, and that careful avoidance caught Iruka’s attention immediately. When their dinner was over, Iruka cleared the table and declared he was going to draw a bath, retreating down the hallway and getting the water running.
Kakashi had to know he was being set up, had to feel Iruka’s eyes on him, though the teacher was carefully hidden from sight. And it was clear that he did sense the other man’s presence because Kakashi didn’t get up for several minutes. “Iruka,” he finally sighed, but the teacher stayed hidden. Finally he stood, leaning almost his full weight against the table as he pushed the chair back.
His first few steps were fairly steady, though he was limping noticeably. Iruka frowned harder, truly wanting to believe that Kakashi was all right, but knowing that wasn’t the case. Sure enough, not halfway across the room, the masked man stumbled, nearly falling to his knees. Instantly Iruka was there, catching the man by his left arm. He looked into Kakashi’s face, lips thin and eyes somewhat betrayed. And Kakashi knew exactly why he was getting that look; he’d lied, and tried to cover up how badly he was hurt. He looked away from the teacher without a word and didn’t fight the man as he was led down the hall.
Once they’d made it to the bathroom, Iruka began stripping off Kakashi’s uniform, piece by piece. First the vest and weapon’s pouch, then all the concealed weapons he knew Kakashi kept on him for missions. Then he slid down the man’s pants and helped him sit on the edge of the tub to remove them and his sandals. Honestly, he hadn’t even taken off his shoes, how had Kakashi expected to fool him?
One of the jounin’s ankles was badly swollen and there were burns running all along his left leg. Explosion, he’d said. There was a small first aid kit already set beside the bath and Iruka pulled out salve and gauze to treat the wounds once Kakashi was clean. Next was Kakashi’s shirt and Iruka moved slowly, knowing the jounin was having trouble with his right arm. It was a little awkward, but he managed to get the shirt free of his other arm and head, then slowly peeled it down the injured limb. Even such slight pressure and movement was making Kakashi twitch in pain. Iruka finished stripping the shirt away and hesitated at the bruising he uncovered.
“Kakashi . . .” The skin was already deep mottled red and purple and the jounin hissed when Iruka ran his fingers across the wound. The bone was broken, just above the elbow, and Iruka looked into Kakashi’s eyes, concerned. “Get in,” he ordered after a moment. “Soak and I’ll be right back.” Kakashi still didn’t say a word as he slipped into the steaming water.
Iruka returned after only two minutes, hauling a much larger medical kit with him. Kakashi didn’t lift his head. “From the hospital a medi-nin should get here in, what, seven minutes?” he asked quietly. “Four if you told them how bad off I am.”
Iruka set down the kit and knelt beside the tub. “I didn’t call anyone.” Kakashi finally shifted to look at his boyfriend and Iruka was quick to set his terms. “But I want to know what happened.”
The room was filled with a tense silence as the two men stared at each other. Then Kakashi backed down, looking again at the water in front of him. “Assassination and information retrieval. I didn’t see the trigger in time and nearly got blown up for my trouble. It threw me out a window,” he shrugged his bad shoulder, indicating that was how he’d broken it, “but I got what I was after.” His eyes clenched shut and Iruka could feel the other’s turmoil. “All I could think about . . . all I could see was your face, when someone came to tell you I didn’t make it back.”
“You should have gone to the hospital.”
Kakashi scowled at the suggestion. “No, I needed to be here when you got home,” he growled vehemently.
Iruka just shook his head. “No, I mean you should have had a medi-nin set this.” He brushed his fingers along the break again, seeing the flinch of pain in Kakashi’s features. “It’s going to be more painful when I do it.”
Kakashi looked at him, catching the teacher’s eyes. “But it’ll be you.”
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It took more than an hour to get Kakashi clean, as careful as they were being with his injuries, then another hour to get everything wrapped and for Kakashi to limp to bed. Iruka waited to set his arm until he was in bed and the painkillers had a chance to take effect. Then it was back to the kitchen to reheat what Kakashi hadn’t eaten earlier. He refused to let the other drop into sleep until he’d eaten at least half of it, but once he was asleep, there was no waking the silver-haired man.
Iruka was somehow less than surprised when, not long after the jounin dropped off, there was a gentle knock on the door. He untangled from the other and made his way to the door to find Ibiki standing on the other side. Without a word, the larger man motioned towards the teacher’s living room, asking if he could come in. Iruka was equally silent and planted himself firmly in the doorway, blocking the other.
All gruff intimidation, Ibiki let out a little growl before speaking. “How badly is he hurt?”
“What makes you think he was hurt at all?”
“Sensei, don’t be difficult. Several of my men say he was limping when he dropped off his target. If he was actually showing it, Kakashi must be hurt pretty badly and should be looked at by professionals at the very least.”
“Ibiki-san, I’m sorry, but you’ve wasted a trip. He did twist his ankle badly, but he has no other significant injuries.”
Again the big man growled. “You shouldn’t lie to ANBU, Sensei. How, exactly, can you be certain?”
Iruka quirked an eyebrow. “Ibiki, my boyfriend has been gone for several days. He just got back and I managed to get someone to cover me at the mission desk. What do you think we did this afternoon?”
Ibiki reacted to the innuendo the same way a statue reacts to birds landing on its head. After another moment he turned down the hall. “Don’t let me find out you’re lying, Sensei. It’s more trouble than you can afford.”
Iruka shut the door and leaned heavily against it. Now he had the ANBU breathing down his neck. He couldn’t keep Kakashi locked in their apartment for long and Ibiki wasn’t joking about how much trouble he could get into for this. Heaving a sigh, the teacher shuffled down the hall to the study and sat, staring at the half finished mission report. Carefully he picked up the pen and went to work, taking the time to match Kakashi’s messy scrawl.
An hour and a half later, Iruka crawled back into bed, wiggling under the blankets and surrendering to sleep’s gentle call. Before he could drift off, though, a gentle hand wrapped around his wrist and a sleepy voice reached his ears. “Where’d you go?”
The brunette leaned into his lover, mindful of his arm. “Just looking after you, love. Get some sleep.”
“Mmm. Don’t leave.”
“Go back to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” The jounin was already unconscious again and Iruka nuzzled into him, kissing the man’s cheek. “I love you, you idiot. Sleep well.”
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Author: Lily Kalanoa
Story: Coming Home
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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“Hey, Iruka!” The teacher looked over his shoulder, back down the road to find Raidou jogging towards him. “Glad I caught you; your boy’s back.”
Iruka’s face lit up. Kakashi had been away on a mission for the past five days, something high level that he couldn’t give any details about. “How is he?” was Iruka’s first question.
Raidou understood the worry and smiled widely at the other man. “He looked all right, but he’s really wiped. Got back and stopped by ANBU HQ, but then went straight home.”
Iruka looked down the road again and began chewing on his lip. “I’m scheduled at the mission desk. I wonder if anyone would-“
“Don’t worry about it, I can cover you.” Iruka turned back to the jounin, joy clear on his face. “If you can make it back in an hour or two, I’d appreciate it, but I understand if your boy needs you.”
Iruka darted forward to wrap the other in a hug. “Thank you, really. I’ll buy you dinner some time.”
Raidou laughed as the teacher detached and hurried back the way he’d come. “I’d rather you make me something, I know you can cook!” Iruka waved, not pausing on his way back home.
He found Kakashi hunched over the desk of their study, windows shut with just the desk lamp on. Iruka grinned and walked quietly into the room. He made it three feet past the door before Kakashi jerked his head up, spinning to face him. The pen in his hand was turned into a weapon, but after seeing only Iruka, the masked man relaxed again.
Iruka frowned. “Are you all right?”
Kakashi just nodded, tapping the side of his head lightly with the pen. “Got caught on the edge of an explosion. My ears are still ringing, but I’m okay.” He hunched over the desk again as Iruka stepped closer.
He was working on his mission report, the teacher was able to finally tell. He was slouched in his chair, steadying himself against the desk itself. The pen was curled awkwardly in his left hand and Kakashi was taking a very long time to stroke out each character.
Iruka shivered. “You’re not all right.”
Kakashi looked at the teacher again, but didn’t say anything for a long time. Finally he looked away and mumbled to the paper. “I hurt my arm.”
“Kakashi . . . I should call the hospital.”
The masked man shook his head quickly. Left-handed he tugged down his mask and turned a smile on his boyfriend. “I’m okay, I promise. I’ll be fine by tomorrow.”
Iruka was still frowning. Kakashi didn’t like doctors, didn’t like hospitals. It had something to do with horrible things happening every time he was hurt bad enough to actually be hospitalized, starting with when he’d gotten the sharingan eye. Iruka kept his fears to himself, giving Kakashi the benefit of the doubt, and left to make them something to eat.
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Kakashi barely ate, though he kept smiling at Iruka and assuring the teacher he was all right. He also didn’t stand or walk while the other was watching, and that careful avoidance caught Iruka’s attention immediately. When their dinner was over, Iruka cleared the table and declared he was going to draw a bath, retreating down the hallway and getting the water running.
Kakashi had to know he was being set up, had to feel Iruka’s eyes on him, though the teacher was carefully hidden from sight. And it was clear that he did sense the other man’s presence because Kakashi didn’t get up for several minutes. “Iruka,” he finally sighed, but the teacher stayed hidden. Finally he stood, leaning almost his full weight against the table as he pushed the chair back.
His first few steps were fairly steady, though he was limping noticeably. Iruka frowned harder, truly wanting to believe that Kakashi was all right, but knowing that wasn’t the case. Sure enough, not halfway across the room, the masked man stumbled, nearly falling to his knees. Instantly Iruka was there, catching the man by his left arm. He looked into Kakashi’s face, lips thin and eyes somewhat betrayed. And Kakashi knew exactly why he was getting that look; he’d lied, and tried to cover up how badly he was hurt. He looked away from the teacher without a word and didn’t fight the man as he was led down the hall.
Once they’d made it to the bathroom, Iruka began stripping off Kakashi’s uniform, piece by piece. First the vest and weapon’s pouch, then all the concealed weapons he knew Kakashi kept on him for missions. Then he slid down the man’s pants and helped him sit on the edge of the tub to remove them and his sandals. Honestly, he hadn’t even taken off his shoes, how had Kakashi expected to fool him?
One of the jounin’s ankles was badly swollen and there were burns running all along his left leg. Explosion, he’d said. There was a small first aid kit already set beside the bath and Iruka pulled out salve and gauze to treat the wounds once Kakashi was clean. Next was Kakashi’s shirt and Iruka moved slowly, knowing the jounin was having trouble with his right arm. It was a little awkward, but he managed to get the shirt free of his other arm and head, then slowly peeled it down the injured limb. Even such slight pressure and movement was making Kakashi twitch in pain. Iruka finished stripping the shirt away and hesitated at the bruising he uncovered.
“Kakashi . . .” The skin was already deep mottled red and purple and the jounin hissed when Iruka ran his fingers across the wound. The bone was broken, just above the elbow, and Iruka looked into Kakashi’s eyes, concerned. “Get in,” he ordered after a moment. “Soak and I’ll be right back.” Kakashi still didn’t say a word as he slipped into the steaming water.
Iruka returned after only two minutes, hauling a much larger medical kit with him. Kakashi didn’t lift his head. “From the hospital a medi-nin should get here in, what, seven minutes?” he asked quietly. “Four if you told them how bad off I am.”
Iruka set down the kit and knelt beside the tub. “I didn’t call anyone.” Kakashi finally shifted to look at his boyfriend and Iruka was quick to set his terms. “But I want to know what happened.”
The room was filled with a tense silence as the two men stared at each other. Then Kakashi backed down, looking again at the water in front of him. “Assassination and information retrieval. I didn’t see the trigger in time and nearly got blown up for my trouble. It threw me out a window,” he shrugged his bad shoulder, indicating that was how he’d broken it, “but I got what I was after.” His eyes clenched shut and Iruka could feel the other’s turmoil. “All I could think about . . . all I could see was your face, when someone came to tell you I didn’t make it back.”
“You should have gone to the hospital.”
Kakashi scowled at the suggestion. “No, I needed to be here when you got home,” he growled vehemently.
Iruka just shook his head. “No, I mean you should have had a medi-nin set this.” He brushed his fingers along the break again, seeing the flinch of pain in Kakashi’s features. “It’s going to be more painful when I do it.”
Kakashi looked at him, catching the teacher’s eyes. “But it’ll be you.”
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It took more than an hour to get Kakashi clean, as careful as they were being with his injuries, then another hour to get everything wrapped and for Kakashi to limp to bed. Iruka waited to set his arm until he was in bed and the painkillers had a chance to take effect. Then it was back to the kitchen to reheat what Kakashi hadn’t eaten earlier. He refused to let the other drop into sleep until he’d eaten at least half of it, but once he was asleep, there was no waking the silver-haired man.
Iruka was somehow less than surprised when, not long after the jounin dropped off, there was a gentle knock on the door. He untangled from the other and made his way to the door to find Ibiki standing on the other side. Without a word, the larger man motioned towards the teacher’s living room, asking if he could come in. Iruka was equally silent and planted himself firmly in the doorway, blocking the other.
All gruff intimidation, Ibiki let out a little growl before speaking. “How badly is he hurt?”
“What makes you think he was hurt at all?”
“Sensei, don’t be difficult. Several of my men say he was limping when he dropped off his target. If he was actually showing it, Kakashi must be hurt pretty badly and should be looked at by professionals at the very least.”
“Ibiki-san, I’m sorry, but you’ve wasted a trip. He did twist his ankle badly, but he has no other significant injuries.”
Again the big man growled. “You shouldn’t lie to ANBU, Sensei. How, exactly, can you be certain?”
Iruka quirked an eyebrow. “Ibiki, my boyfriend has been gone for several days. He just got back and I managed to get someone to cover me at the mission desk. What do you think we did this afternoon?”
Ibiki reacted to the innuendo the same way a statue reacts to birds landing on its head. After another moment he turned down the hall. “Don’t let me find out you’re lying, Sensei. It’s more trouble than you can afford.”
Iruka shut the door and leaned heavily against it. Now he had the ANBU breathing down his neck. He couldn’t keep Kakashi locked in their apartment for long and Ibiki wasn’t joking about how much trouble he could get into for this. Heaving a sigh, the teacher shuffled down the hall to the study and sat, staring at the half finished mission report. Carefully he picked up the pen and went to work, taking the time to match Kakashi’s messy scrawl.
An hour and a half later, Iruka crawled back into bed, wiggling under the blankets and surrendering to sleep’s gentle call. Before he could drift off, though, a gentle hand wrapped around his wrist and a sleepy voice reached his ears. “Where’d you go?”
The brunette leaned into his lover, mindful of his arm. “Just looking after you, love. Get some sleep.”
“Mmm. Don’t leave.”
“Go back to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” The jounin was already unconscious again and Iruka nuzzled into him, kissing the man’s cheek. “I love you, you idiot. Sleep well.”
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