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KakaIru Mini Bingo Fest Results
Here are the final results for the Mini Bingo Fest! Thanks to everyone who took part!
Our winner for this round of Mini Bingo Fest is hkandi with 6 points!!! 🎉 🎉 🎉 🎉 🎉 Please do check out her submissions to the fest!
Flower flower cough cough, sigh
A kiss here and a kiss there
If found....
The importance of good communication, and the consequences of….not so good communication
Libraries are good for circulation
↓Here are our other participants who managed to get bingo on their cards!↓
4 Points
demonofabove | The Start of Something New | A Secret That Everyone Knows | A Burst of Courage | Tunnel Vision
2 Points
Adelaida | Werewolf | Modern Setting | Love Letters | Mutual Pining
Aviss | Matchmaker | The Duelling Club | A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
ladyxdaydream | Communication Skills | Rain Check | Love Me As You Are
Radkoko | What You Wanted | Something sexy | It's Not That Scary...
Rikacain | you are the only thing (in any room you're ever in) | the stronger claim
The_Lady_smaell | Mockingbird. | Wrapping | Aches and Pains
There are some more submissions and you can read them on our Mini Bingo Fest Collection over at AO3! Please do give our participants some love!
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kakairu mini bingo 2019
Third prompt fill: mutual pining (and completing my bingo, hooray!)
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Love Me As You Are
Rating: M
Tags: Canon Divergence, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Pre-Relationship, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Pre & Post Shuriken Incident
Summary: Kakashi isn’t thrilled about becoming a jounin-sensei; his team is irritating on the best of days.
Being in the village more often comes with its own set of perks though, namely in the form of an impassioned chuunin.
When Iruka suffers a devastating injury, Kakashi is forced to deal with emotions he never knew he was capable of feeling.
Excerpt:
Kakashi stood up from the table.
“Now you’ve done it,” Asuma said. “Good fucking job, Genma.”
“Oy, Kakashi! I was just giving you shit…” Genma said, turning his body towards Kakashi as he left.
Kakashi ignored him. If his friends knew about his crush (namely Genma), it was only a matter of time before it reached Iruka. It was a fucking wonder Genma was sent on so many undercover missions, because he had a hard time keeping his mouth shut when it came to village gossip. Kakashi didn’t give a damn about what most people thought of him, but with this, Kakashi had some pride. If word of his crush was going to inevitably reach Iruka, he wanted it to come from him, and him alone.
Kakashi came to a halt beside Iruka’s stool at the bar, who stopped the conversation he was having to turn and look at him.
“Yo, sensei,” Kakashi said, giving him a small wave.
“Kakashi-san,” he replied, wrinkling his nose in confusion. “What can I do for you?”
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Rating: G
Word count: 4.6k
Summary: Iruka has A Day™️ but it's not all bad.
Anko was there before him, which was a bit of a surprise. She had her feet up on the table, balancing her chair back on two legs—asleep no less.
Unlucky for her that it was Iruka who caught her.
Iruka quietly walked up to the table and shoved her feet roughly to the side and off it. “Can you not?”
Anko let out a startled squawk and her arms flailed wildly in an attempt to keep from falling backward.
Iruka laughed at her as the chair tipped backward, despite her desperate flailing, and clattered to the floor.
“Fuck!” Anko yelled.
Land of wind probably heard her.
“You don’t have to be an asshole!” She snarled at him, rolling out of the chair and to her knees.
It only made Iruka laugh harder.
“Well, you don’t have to put your feet up on the table like a barbarian,” he managed to reply between gasps of air and wheezing laughter.
Anko glared viciously at him as she righted her chair, then threw herself down into and crossed her arms over her chest petulantly.
It wasn’t often that Iruka got to torment the tokubetsu-jounin that had mission desk shifts, so he lived for these moments— savored them.
Iruka unwound his scarf from his neck and dropped it in a pile on the desk, then began setting up for their shift.
Read it on AO3!
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the stronger claim
Warnings for dark themes and noncon/dubcon elements.
Many thanks to drel for holding my hand and doing lit analysis on my words when I sure as hell couldn’t, and to magnus for their suggestions.
when someone put down aphrodisiac jutsu as a prompt, i really wonder if they expected this.
(check ao3 notes for the kinkmeme prompt this is based on.)
summary:
Kidnapping a shinobi is nothing new. It’s what you do to keep them there, that is the question.
read it on: ao3
The kidnapping of a hidden village’s shinobi is not an entirely surprising affair.
Shinobi or not, wars have been fought with prisoners of war as a bargaining chip - it will be fought the same way for many wars more. There are far too many reasons to capture an enemy: for intelligence, or the prevention of it; for a bargaining chip to leverage against your enemies - especially if the target is significant to someone high on the authority chain.
(To act as a suicide bomber upon their return to the village, something whispers. Obito’s eye aches like a bitter reminder.)
Nevertheless, the requisite reaction to such actions in peacetime is to pursue the victim. Losses in personnel are bad for morale, and a healthy discouragement of kidnapping Konoha shinobi, in general, is a good deterrent to future kidnapping attempts (up until it isn’t). And even if retrieval ends unsuccessfully, better for those under the banner to believe that an effort would be made rather than none at all.
Of course, a successful rescue attempt is infinitely preferable - and although Kakashi won't admit it to anyone, this attempt will be personal.
As a shinobi, Umino Iruka is nothing more than a chuunin, a minor gear in the workings of Konoha. As a shinobi of Konoha, he is a teacher in the Academy, a tenant of the Mission Desk, and a regular visitor of the Hokage. Each position affords him information on various affairs, ranging from clan heirs and their abilities to the missions he reviews and accepts.
Coupled with the weekly visits he makes to the Hokage’s office for no discernibly official purposes and the way Naruto proclaims his love for his adoptive father figure without the slightest bit of reservation, Iruka makes quite an attractive target if there aren't other more compelling and valuable targets to infiltrate Konoha for.
But as a person... Iruka is more than all of his worth as a shinobi, more than his sharp words and gentle smiles and unrelenting belief in the Will of Fire; Kakashi can only be pulled into his orbit whenever Iruka passes him by.
But now Iruka’s taken (like Rin before he drove a handful of lightning through her chest) - gone. And Kakashi had always thought that there would be a day he would walk up to the teacher and ask him, maybe, for his time and whatever else Iruka would be willing to give - to let the pieces fall as they may.
It tears more at him than more he ever thinks it would, that there would never be that possibility, soft and warm and entirely his.
It fuels him to run faster, to track harder, to go to where Iruka had been taken to; it leads him to the hidden village of Nagisa, surrounded by white sands and rolling waves. A potentially idyllic vacation spot, only tainted by the actions that they have taken against Konoha.
He directs his team to infiltrate the village, to acquire information on their motives and the whereabouts of their captive. After all their efforts - after the seeping fear of finding Iruka bloody and bruised, broken against a cell wall - he finds himself venturing into a cavern with a foreign seal sketched large and wide onto the pristine sand, the sprawling script of symbols glowing a soft gradient between sea-green and ocean-blue.
He finds Iruka, at the center of it all.
Iruka, bound. Iruka, writhing. Iruka, gasping as a hooded figure bends low over his prone form and seals their mouth over Iruka's own.
Perhaps if Kakashi were more level-minded, he would claim that immediate action was a necessity. That he couldn't wait for a diversion Tenzou was creating on the far side of the village, for a better opportunity. That the seal, an unknown factor, seemed far too dangerous to allow it to come to fruition.
At that very moment, he knows only that Iruka is garbed in a yukata, thin and light and so very easy to remove. Eye-catching, sprawled helpless against the sand.
Whatever is planned next, Kakashi doesn’t want to know. He drops down onto the central array sketched within the seal. The symbols around them flare as his feet touch the ground, washing the cavern in a brilliant white.
The hooded figure jerks their head up, eyes flashing in alarm - but Kakashi only has eyes for Iruka, who arches up in their arms. He doesn't give them a chance to raise their voice; he moves in, the grip on his kunai firm and deadly.
The fight - if it could be called one - doesn't last long.
When the hood is stained red from arterial spray, Kakashi finally lowers his weapon and turns around to check on Iruka. A quip is ready on his tongue, only to dissipate with a sharp breath when he sees Iruka’s reaction - or lack thereof.
It worries Kakashi, how unaware Iruka is despite being shinobi - how utterly vulnerable he currently is. He approaches Iruka’s prone form and crouches over him.
“Iruka-sensei,” he says, urgency rushing his words. "Sensei, we’re here to rescue you.”
It does not bode well that Iruka does not even react. He stares up towards the ceiling, eyes glassy and unseeing. A sheen of sweat glistens upon his skin. The drag of his breaths, slow and audible.
Perhaps a genjutsu. Kakashi attempts to dispel it.
Nothing happens.
“Sensei,” he says again. He ruthlessly quashes down thoughts of too late once again. Tsunade can be the judge of that and no one else. “We have to go."
He reaches out to slide a hand under Iruka’s neck -
Iruka shudders in his arms, pressing into Kakashi. Reflex makes Kakashi tense; experience makes him shift towards a defensive position. He expects Iruka to swing at him, perhaps compelled by this foreign ritual, and half-expects at the end of all this to relearn that heavy numbness within his hand, the cold weight of a precious person dead at his feet.
He does not expect Iruka to moan.
Long and low and guttural; Iruka’s head falls back, eyelids a-fluttering; mouth open, inviting. He shifts, restless, his thighs twitching against each other, unmistakably rubbing against each other. A flush rises high across his face, accentuating that scar that Kakashi has always longed to trail a finger across.
The moan tapers off to something breathy. Needy.
It is a sound Kakashi dared to imagine only in his fantasies, a sound that will feature in many of them to come. His mouth dries, his heart pounds loud in his ears. A blush burns across his face, arousal mixed with mortification - he has never been more thankful for his mask.
It is also a scene he’s familiar with, one that he would not have wished on Iruka.
An aphrodisiac jutsu.
In that haze of arousal, Iruka weakly turns his head to look at Kakashi. In his eyes, there is a faint spark of recognition.
“Kakashi-san,” he rasps.
Kakashi cannot help but track the swipe of Iruka's tongue as it darts out to wet his lips. The muted shine it leaves behind. And - shamefully - all Kakashi can think is: <em>this is what Iruka would sound like in his bed.</em>
There’s a distant sound of an explosion - the distraction he was supposed to wait for, finally come unto existence. It jolts him into action: he hoists Iruka over his head and across his shoulders in one smooth and practiced movement, curling one arm around Iruka's arm and the other around his bare leg but leaving his hands otherwise free to perform a jutsu if need be. Despite the breathiness of the fabric, Iruka is emanating warmth as though he is running a fever - no doubt a symptom of the jutsu placed upon him.
Kakashi resolutely ignores Iruka's trembling, his breathy sighs. He forms a futon to blow away the symbols in the sand.
Whether it would break the jutsu, he doesn't know. Their first priority is to escape.
“Hold on, sensei,” Kakashi swallows, ignoring the curl of desire within his gut. "We're getting out of here."
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He meets up with Tenzou and Yugao at the edge of the village, as planned. Their three-man cell takes quick leave of the area, making the run back to Fire's borders - a grueling three days' journey away.
It takes four hours before night falls, and for darkness to set in proper without the silvery light of the moon. The absence of light is a boon more than a bane: it would be difficult for pursuers to come across their camp.
That is, if there were any.
Kakashi had expected hot pursuit of their prisoner, or retaliation for the intrusion. But there has been nothing: no jutsu aimed at them, no shuriken grazing their skin, no kunai planted in their back. They leave Nagisa practically unmolested, with their objective in tow; their objective being draped across Kakashi’s shoulder.
It is discomfiting to refer to Iruka in such an impersonal way. An objective has always been a mark: to steal, to persuade, to assassinate. To use it against Iruka feels incongruous, if not for Kakashi's own affections then to address a comrade.
But the uncomfortable truth is that Kakashi cannot consider Iruka as anything else, not at this very moment.
For Iruka has been restless, the entire time he was on Kakashi's back. The jutsu has not worn off even with the destruction of the array and the distance they gained. There is a damp patch on Kakashi's shirt where Iruka has been gasping helplessly against the fabric. Kakashi's neck is drenched with sweat, from physical exertion and his proximity to Iruka’s body heat.
Most incriminatingly, Iruka's groin is positioned just where Kakashi's tactical vest ends.
It is impossible for Kakashi to maintain an unyielding grip on Iruka; it is equally impossible for Iruka to remain still. It is therefore very natural for friction to occur - for Kakashi to feel the way Iruka's cock fills out against his shoulder as they ran, especially through the thin material of the yukata.
A healthy dose of desperation and his iron discipline stave off Kakashi’s own burgeoning arousal. Or so he hopes.
They stop in a suitable clearing. Tenzou creates a thick copse of trees with its trucks curving to form a hollow dome able to fit four at its base, while Kakashi and Yugao set up the perimeter traps and seals. Such is their routine, established by once a plan and now muscle memory; they reconvene in mere minutes.
"Senpai," Tenzou says. There's an undercurrent of concern in his voice.
The cause is clear: Kakashi has refused to set Iruka down even when they were a safe distance away from the village. Iruka is essentially little more than a deadweight at this very moment.
As if in reaction to Tenzou’s words, Iruka shudders again against his shoulder. Kakashi hastily sets him down, positioning him to face away from the others.
Iruka deserves to have his modesty preserved, as much as Kakashi can provide, even if Iruka's yukata is presently drenched with sweat to the point of translucence. It sticks to him, almost as though it is a second skin. Leaving nothing to the imagination. The way he’ll shiver if Kakashi pushes it off him, shoulder by shoulder...
He tears his gaze away from Iruka and breathes out, harsh. It is only physical relief he can afford.
"An aphrodisiac," he explains briskly, calling upon his lifetime’s worth of discipline, his experience in imparting information concisely. "I found him in a seals array, and tried to dispel the jutsu, erase the seals."
Iruka's heavy breathing in a corner of the dome speaks volumes about the success of either attempt.
Tenzou's eyes flick towards the other man, his face set in neutrality. "What did they do to him?”
"Nothing good if it involves an aphrodisiac," Yugao says darkly.
"We'll get him back to Hokage-sama," he says, decisive. None of them are medics; he can only hope that the aphrodisiac would run its course. Or that they get to Tsunade before the symptoms can worsen. "Tenzou, you're on first. Yugao, third. We leave at dawn."
Tenzou nods, and darts upwards to perch within the trees he built. Yugao settles in a far corner of the dome. He doesn't miss the way she turns her back to him, giving him the privacy he wants to talk to Iruka; gratitude settles firmly in his gut.
He crouches again, this time a distance away. Iruka probably doesn’t want anyone to see him with his inhibitions lowered, Kakashi included.
“Iruka-sensei,” he murmurs. There’s the minutest of shifting - he takes it as acknowledgment. “I’ll get you back to Konoha. To your students - to Naruto. I promise.”
There’s the sound of an exhale, shaky and forced.
“Kakashi-san,” the quiet rasp comes again. Kakashi holds himself still. “I have to go back.”
“We will,” he says hastily. “I promise you, sensei - “
“I have to go back.” Iruka’s breathing shudders again, and Kakashi yearns to reach out, to hold him. To comfort. But physical affection is the last thing Iruka needs right now. “But you can’t let me.”
Something cold drains into Kakashi’s body.
“Sensei,” he says, almost choking on the possibility of his past, repeated. It would be cruel of fate to act so callously. The hoarseness of his voice makes it sound like he’s begging: “Iruka.”
Iruka only repeats, “You can’t."
-----
The wards scream to life as their pursuers finally make their attack.
-----
Something is wrong.
Maybe it’s the way the darkness of the night is supposed to cover their tracks, and the camouflage of Tenzou’s Mokuton-built fortress their presence. Maybe it’s how the pursuers stop far too easily, never giving chase even as they retreat. Maybe it’s how their team is getting run ragged into the dawn of the next morning, as they move camp again and again and again.
Three times. They’ve been attacked three times, within an hour of setting up camp. Had it been once, Kakashi would put it down to unluckiness; twice, coincidence. Three times make a pattern.
Nagisa is tracking them.
Kakashi considers chakra sensors - then discards the theory. All attacks so far have involved different shinobi. Sensory abilities are a highly valued skill; Nagisa would have gone the way of Uzushio if other countries realize the number of chakra-sensitive shinobi they’re putting out.
Perhaps a physical tracker. But none of them has taken anything from the village, and the yukata draped on Iruka (on which Kakashi forced himself to perform the most perfunctory of inspections) is far too thin to hide any tracker sewn into its seams or sleeves. Iruka has been coherent enough to confirm that he had not been fed during his brief captivity.
That leaves only jutsu.
(There remains only one unknown factor in this entire scenario.)
He turns to Iruka - huddled again in a corner of the dome. The aphrodisiac has shown no sign of reducing in intensity throughout the night, raising a whole different set of medical concerns: dehydration and heatstroke, to name a few. More worryingly, Iruka has been incredibly reluctant to press forward, with all attempts at running being best described as faltering. When pressed, he would only shake his head.
(You can’t let me, and Kakashi can’t tell whether he’s remembering Iruka, or remembering Rin. You can’t.)
They had to resort to carrying him but therein arose another problem: Iruka would thrash wildly the very moment Tenzou or Yugao touched him. The only person he would remain still for, would allow to touch him, is Kakashi.
It sets something possessive and dark purring within him, even though he knows that it’s likely due to the jutsu. It also means that Kakashi is the only one who can carry him as they run, limiting his movement and defenses.
Still, the most pressing concern remains Nagisa’s recurring ability to find their camp. And if it’s truly jutsu, then there is one way for Kakashi to confirm: the Sharingan.
He raises his hand to pull off the headband, to direct his gaze towards Iruka… and then hesitates. The Sharingan burns memories into his mind, this he knows. He also knows how utterly mortifying it is to be vulnerable, to curl away from pitying eyes.
If he looks at Iruka, he'll remember him like this, forever. Even though Iruka should be standing with his head held high, his ponytail tied back proper, confident and assured. All the things Kakashi respected him for.
And he will be those things still, Kakashi tells himself, but only if Kakashi can get him back within the safe boundaries of Konoha.
(As though you won't remember him like this when your hand is wrapped around your cock, something small and nasty whispers to him.)
Better traumatized than dead, Kakashi repeats and pulls the headband off.
The strain sets in almost immediately. The sluggish swirl of the tomoes within the eye begins to quicken as it greedily absorbs any and all information it could perceive, the blurry haze of chakra settling into proper place as his vision comes into focus.
Iruka's chakra levels are running low, with the occasion flicker and flare Kakashi expects from a loss in control. What alarms him is a thin cord of chakra running from Iruka's heart, through the gaps of Tenzou's Mokuton dome and out into the distance.
There is little doubt that at the other end is Nagisa.
The cord is cool when Kakashi reaches out to touch it, to run a finger down the line. He flicks at it, noting how the chakra is foreign from Iruka’s fiery own - and the ephemeral flash of inscriptions running across Iruka’s form.
"Senpai," Tenzou says hesitantly.
Ah, right. He must look quite peculiar, touching nothing midair. Actually, now that he notices - the cord seems to go right through Yugao's knee, with her none the wiser.
Curious.
"I think," Kakashi says in lieu of an answer, "we need to ask them some questions."
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It takes a counter-ambush to capture a Nagisa-nin. It takes the Sharingan to get her to tell them what Nagisa did to Iruka.
It takes a sick mind to come up with what they did.
The tethering jutsu, Nagisa calls it. A fuuinjutsu, a forbidden technique: the sealing of foreign chakra into another person's body. As long as the source of chakra existed, Nagisa would be able to track Iruka wherever he went.
Placing trackers on prisoners and marks is nothing new, least of all to Kakashi. While physical trackers like the Aburame's insects are far more common, infusing raw chakra into the body is not unheard of. Still, as most jutsu do, such methods have their limitations - in this case, weakening or dissipating entirely after a certain distance is gained.
Nagisa's jutsu entrenches the chakra more firmly, the transfer of chakra augmented by emotional intensity and physical intimacy.
In blunt terms: by sexual intercourse.
(The aphrodisiac jutsu certainly makes that easier, Kakashi notes clinically.)
The tether also acts as a reel, one that constantly compels Iruka to return to the source of the chakra. Even though Kakashi killed the caster, apparently they were but a mere conduit for the source: the sands of the cavern, chakra-infused over the years.
Loyalty to one is a danger to all, the Nagisa-nin murmurs under the swirling Sharingan. Better to bind to a place rather than a person.
There is little need to ask why such a jutsu is so necessary, not when it is clear how small Nagisa is compared to other hidden villages of similar status. The low birth and high mortality rates of shinobi lifestyles are problems Konoha chose to answer through a relatively open (for hidden villages) immigration policy. Nagisa merely circumvented the lengthy background and security checks through the forced conversion of foreign shinobi to bolster its own forces.
After all, why invest in training when you could appropriate a trained shinobi? Why keep your best assets at home performing menial jobs and administrative tasks when you could send them out into the field?
A policy that makes sense on paper. A policy where someone looked at another villages’ shinobi and considered them resources instead of people. The results instead of the means.
(Even so, there’s a twisted part of Kakashi that is relieved - that it is but a tracker instead of a ticking bomb. That when he said ‘back’ he meant to Nagisa, and not to Konoha. That Iruka will not go the same way as Rin.)
Behind him, Tenzou’s chakra sharpens, glass-shard sharp and glinting. Kakashi wagers the idea of loyalty to one's village being ripped away so easily disturbs him. In direct contrast, Yugao’s chakra simmers, roiling bursts contained within a chilly veneer.
He turns back to the captive. “How do we break the jutsu,” he demands. “I interrupted the ritual - it shouldn’t have taken hold.”
A blank gaze. “There were other conduits attending to him,” she finally says, the hungry pull of the Sharingan drawing the information out of her. “A claim has already been made. An interruption is merely another."
Other conduits. How many of them had laid their hands on Iruka before he had gotten there? The very thought turns Kakashi's voice vicious; he snarls, again - “How do we break it?”
“We must let go of him,” comes the placid reply. “Or there must be a stronger claim.”
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“Senpai.”
Tenzou finds him outside of the dome. Kakashi is staring out into the distance, for the possibility of more ambushers, more pursuers, more lives to take - something he knows how to do better than solve this problem before them.
“Tenzou.” Kakashi doesn’t turn to look at him. “What are our chances of making it to Fire?”
He doubts they can even make it to Konoha. What an ingenious plan - instead of facing their opponents head-on, Nagisa merely tires them out until they are forced to give up from sheer exhaustion. He’d appreciate it when it isn’t done against him.
To his credit, Tenzou doesn’t soften his words.
“Very low." Kakashi thought so. "Even with chakra pills, we’d be drained of chakra long before we reach the borders. And with that fever Iruka-sensei is running...”
He breathes out as Tenzou trails off, sifting through the various plans he has come up with. A single guard while the others slept would mean they'd have to carry that guard alongside Iruka. A decoy would be useless. And if any of them were caught and brought back to Nagisa…
“I won't abandon him.” The words tear themselves out of Kakashi’s throat, unbidden. Cutting losses, sacrifice - concepts they’re both familiar with. The choice to save three over a compromised one.
But it means letting Iruka go back. Back where they can finish the ritual.
That isn't an option.
Tenzou nods slowly, his faith in Kakashi absolute. “I know."
Kakashi shakes his head sharply. Those who abandon their comrades are worse than trash - but this is more. More than camaraderie, more than loyalty. More than the guilt of allowing someone to be ripped away from their home, never to return, only to be part of a system that will never value their choice.
But to keep Iruka, to return him to Konoha...
It has to be Kakashi. The jutsu would not accept Tenzou, nor Yugao - it recognizes only Kakashi as a competing claim. If they were all to get away from Nagisa alive, then Kakashi would have to -
He’d have to -
“I can’t,” he says, hoarse.
"I know.” The answer jolts him out of the maelstrom of his doubts; he finally turns to look at Tenzou. His friend looks back at him, steady as the trees he built. "But you have to."
Duty calls. Kakashi closes his eyes. Tenzou is right, he has to -
"You have to ask him.” Kakashi’s eyes fly open. They meet Tenzou’s own, dark and piercing. "Ask him, senpai."
To ask Iruka -
"He's out of his mind.” Kakashi's fist clenches, tight, almost as though lightning would build in his hands. As though he could punch his way through the chest of this problem. "He won't know what he's saying."
"Better he decides than you decide for him," Tenzou tells him bluntly.
Kakashi stares at Tenzou, searching his face for another solution, another possibility. As though there'll be another way to bring all of them out unscathed. But Tenzou remains unwavering in his conviction. Firm.
"Go and ask him, senpai," he says again, not unkindly.
Kakashi stands.
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When he steps back into the dome, he finds only Iruka. Curled small and tucked away into a corner, the previously pristine yukata now creased and sweat-stained. His gaze remains vaguely vacant, staring into the distance, but his eyes flick weakly to Kakashi as he sits down in front of Iruka.
How to even begin this conversation? Iruka-sensei, if you don't want to go back to Nagisa, you'll have to let me fuck you.
Iruka-sensei, I don't want to rape you, but if I don't do it Nagisa probably will. Would you rather be raped by me or them?
Iruka-sensei, I'm sorry.
(There is one more path, one where a kunai is put to Iruka's throat and pushed in deep. The one where Iruka becomes unreachable, untouchable - but remains wholly his own.
Kakashi refuses to even think of suggesting it.)
Kakashi takes a deep breath, to say something - but Iruka's voice is the first to cut through the silence.
"I'm sorry to put you in this position, Kakashi-san," he whispers.
Kakashi should be apologizing, not Iruka. He should have done more reconnaissance before plucking Iruka right out of the ritual. He should have watched and waited - but fear had driven him more than caution had then.
"Maa, sensei." He forces his voice lighter and smiles wanly through his mask. It was comforting then, their easy-going banter - he can't help but wonder if Iruka finds it comforting too. If he still does. "We've all had a tracker planted on us before. Yours is just a bit harder to get rid of."
He thinks he sees Iruka's twitch upwards, just the slightest bit - but that might just be wishful thinking.
"You heard about how to break the jutsu." Iruka dips his head downwards, and Kakashi doesn't know whether it could be called mercy that he doesn't need to say it again. That he doesn’t need to say it aloud.
It doesn't stop his throat from clogging up, to cement what comes next into words. Into reality.
Ask, the echo of Tenzou's voice reminds him.
"Iruka-sensei," he forces out. "I... What do you want?"
Iruka stares at him. Kakashi can see the heated glaze of his eyes, the damp sheen of his skin. What was he thinking, asking - but he can't make this decision for Iruka. Tenzou is right - and even if the choice is not much of a choice at all, Kakashi has to give Iruka anything that he can.
God, he'd give Iruka everything that he can.
"We can break the jutsu now," he continues. "Or - or, we can - " - let you go back to Nagisa, except that choice isn't a choice at all, not one he could let Iruka take any more than he could let Iruka commit suicide.
"We can wait until the borders," he says instead in a moment of great weakness. It comes out like a plea. "We'll just run all the way there. They wouldn't risk invading Fire -"
"The borders," Iruka murmurs. "The borders, they," - he cuts off with a shudder, before forcing out a strained, "three days away."
"We'll make it," Kakashi says, desperation dripping through the cracks in this terrible plan.
Iruka lifts his head. Before he even says a word, Kakashi knows.
"Kakashi-san is a very kind person," Iruka breathes out. "But I... one man isn't worth all this."
You are, Kakashi wants to say - you are, you are worth all the miles I ran after you, worth all the rain drenching my clothes and the sun beating down my back. Worth the burn in my muscles and the strain in my shoulders.
But it’s not about Kakashi, not here, not now.
“I’ll be fine,” Iruka is saying. He’s even smiling - a weak, reassuring smile, as though Kakashi is one of his students needing reassurance for a skinned knee, or from a violent storm. “I can take a few weeks more of captivity. I promise.”
Like how Kakashi promised him a few hours ago. “I promised that you’d return to Konoha, sensei. Would you have me break that promise too?"
“If it means keeping everyone safe,” Iruka answers. “Yes.”
All of them, duty-bound. Martyrs and fools. If this is Iruka’s choice, Kakashi has to respect it - but…
“You know what will happen,” he says. A nod. “You know you might not see Konoha ever again.” If Nagisa decides Iruka is valuable enough, they would increase the security and begin negotiations with Konoha - rescue would be immensely difficult. Yet, still, another nod. “Then why?”
“Like I said,” Iruka says, softly. “I don't want to put you in this position. You shouldn't have to do this."
"I shouldn't have to," Kakashi repeats, uncomprehending.
“I couldn’t…” Another tremor sweeps over Iruka. The sight of Iruka’s throat working around the words, the shift of his Adam’s apple under the skin - it catches Kakashi’s eye and keeps him there. Keeps him wondering how it would taste, if he puts his tongue to it. “I couldn’t be so selfish.”
Selfish, he says. No, Kakashi knows what selfishness is: the urge to tear off the arms off any ninja that would attempt to bind Iruka to their cause. The depths of Kakashi’s want, to be the only person Iruka should ever tether himself to. The hollow grief at the thought of an Iruka-shaped absence in the part of Konoha Kakashi considers his, even though he would be alive in Nagisa.
This is also selfishness: the absolute dread at the idea of Iruka never wanting to see Kakashi again for as long as he is alive.
"It would be selfish of us to leave Naruto worried,” Kakashi says instead. He avoids saying ‘you’, an effort to soften the blow - an effort in vain from the twitch that would have otherwise been a flinch. “Your students. Your colleagues. Friends.”
“They’ll understand.” They won’t. No one possibly could, least of all Kakashi. “They’ll carry on.”
Iruka looks at him - soft and resigned. Final. “You’d look after Naruto for me, won’t you?”
In any other situation, that is a promise he can make easily. In this situation, it is a promise he is not yet willing to give.
“You’d go back to Nagisa just to spare me.” Kakashi says quietly, confirming.
Iruka nods again, exhaustion getting the better of him. "And that's the only reason." Another nod, slow and languid. "I see."
"Thank you," Iruka says. His weak but sincere smile rends Kakashi apart - and the wretched part of it all is the gratitude. That he would be left to the wolves just to spare Kakashi.
And in that very moment, Kakashi knows what he is willing to lose.
"You're wrong about one thing, sensei," he says. There is a flicker of confusion in Iruka's eyes as Kakashi holds them with his own. They widen when he pulls off his headband yet again so that they might better see the strands of chakra tethering Iruka; further still as he pulls down his mask. "I'm not kind at all."
He reaches out to curl a hand around Iruka's nape, pulling him close - close enough for Kakashi to press his lips to Iruka's own.
"I'm very, very selfish," he confesses into the space between their mouths, and begins to stake his claim.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Characters: Umino Iruka, Hatake Kakashi, Tsunade (Naruto) Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, mentions of sexual abuse, Canon Universe, Marriage, Community: kakairu_fest, Challenge: kakairu_fest Mini-Bingo, Umino Iruka-centric Series: Part 3 of KakaIru Mini Bingo 2019 Summary:
Being together is great, but having to keep it secret sucks. This sums up Iruka’s feelings about the whole thing, but it only scratches the surface of it all.
My third fic for the KakaIru Mini Bingo 2019. I’m two months late, but I did a line Bingo!
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Aches and Pains
Using this as my FREE square on my bingo card. Dedicated to all the lovely people over on KakaIru.rocks for inadvertently encouraging this.
Aches and Pains.
"Iruka-Sensei you made it!"
Iruka smiled at Naruto from his position at the entrance to Ichiraku, head dipped under the curtain. He gave a polite nod to Sakura, who gave him a warm smile back and slid into the seat next to the rambunctious blonde hiding a slight wince of pain.
"Of course I made it Naruto-Kun, it's been a while and we haven't had a proper chance to catch up since you got back."
Iruka didn't mention that it was more due to his own busy schedule rather than Naruto's. Things had been so crazy recently he'd pretty much been working non-stop, the village was still rebuilding and everyone had to pull their weight; even Chūnin such as himself. Naruto apparently understood and nodded.
"It's fine Iruka-Sensei. I know you've been busy, I'm surprised Baa-chan hasn't been getting you more help, Izumo and Kotetsu told me you've been pretty much running the academy and the missions room."
The brunette felt the flush rise up his neck, he hadn't been doing that much, not really. Well, they were really short staffed at the academy and missions desk there was no denying that and he had been taking short missions as well but that was besides the point.
In comparison to the field ninja it was barely anything.
And speaking of field ninja, at that precise moment Hatake Kakashi walked into the small restaurant, he gave a quick wave to his subordinates and Iruka before taking a seat next to him. Iruka but his lip in nervousness, while he was certainly on speaking terms with the copy-nin he just couldn't feel entirely comfortable around the other man. He couldn't quite put his finger on why though.
"Good evening Iruka-san" Kakashi said pleasantly "How have the little hellions been treating you?"
Iruka snorted, appreciating the switch to a comfortable topic.
"They're not hellions Hatake-san…" A silver brow arched "Okay, maybe they are… Yuma decided today that he didn't need any more practice with the practice weapons and used one he had stolen from his father."
Iruka unconsciously readjusted his shoulder and the Jounin followed the movement, a frown visible beneath his mask.
"It's my own fault, I didn't notice until it was too late..." The brunette admitted, an embarassed blush colouring his cheeks.
"That's not like you." Kakashi said bluntly.
Iruka couldn't deny it, he'd been a bit out of sorts all day.
"Well at least no one was hurt…" Again the Jounin raised his eyebrow. "Well seriously hurt, took a kunai to the shoulder but it was minimal; my vest took the brunt of it."
Kakashi's eye swept across his back and the brunette felt shame curl in his gut. He really should have been paying closer attention, true he'd been covering two classes at the time but that was besides the point. He should have been better.
Iruka winced as he felt an unfamiliar pain start to radiate from his back but then stamped it down before he could look even more pathetic in front of Kakashi and his former students.
"You need to be more careful Sensei."
There was no criticism in the Jounin's voice, just a hint of concern.
"I'll try Kakashi-san."
Apparently appeased by Iruka's answer the copy-nin quickly ordered his meal as did the brunette. Teuchi smiled and immediately set to work and within 10 minutes all four patrons had their meals in front of them.
"Itadakimadu!" Naruto crowed before happily chowing down, followed by Sakura.
The Chūnin kept his face facing forwards in attempt to provide Kakashi with a modicum of privacy with which to eat his meal. Slowly he began to eat the ramen, savouring the exquisite taste, Ichiraku was truly the best ramen in fire country. Iruka made it through about half of his meal before the pain flaring from his back erupted again and began to wind its way around his torso. He took a deep breath willing it away but it appeared to be much more stubborn than just a regular pain. Gritting his teeth the brunette soldiered through the rest of the meal, he didn't want to ruin the first evening he'd managed to spend with Naruto in months.
"Are you okay Iruka-Sensei?" Naruto's concerned voice cut through his thoughts.
"I'm fine…" He replied, albeit weakly.
Naruto didn't buy it, Iruka knew that; he was pretty sure Kakashi and Sakura didn't either.
He couldn't think, the pain was getting worse it was wrapping itself around his entire chest in a crushing embrace. It felt like he was trapped in a vice and every breath was starting to be a struggle. The pressure was starting to make him feel nauseous and he could feel the colour start to drain from his face and his heart was pounding in his chest.
Of fuck, was he having a heart attack?
"Iruka…" Kakashi's voice swam in and out of focus.
The brunette jumped to his feet and hissed in pain, fuck it hurt to even move. He staggered out of Ichiraku's and into a side alley leaning against the wall as he threw up his meal completely unaware that he'd been followed by his companions. He'd been trained to deal with pain, he was a fucking Shinobi but this was like every fibre of his being was on fire.
"Iruka-Sensei…" A warm hand landed on his shoulder and he winced again.
Naruto, oh Kami he didn't want him to see him like this.
"Sakura, run ahead get them ready for us."
Kakashi, his mind helpfully supplied through the haze, that was Kakashi.
Iruka opened his mouth to tell the man to leave him alone, but more of his meal decided to come up and he could feel the edges of his vision blur.
"It's okay Sensei, take a deep breath."
The brunette tried to suck in a breath and holy fuck it hurt. He could breathe so that was at least something but he could barely draw in any air, anything beyond a short puff was agony.
The darkness was sliding closer now and the last thing Iruka remembered seeing before he passed out was a concerned grey eye looking down at him and a distant voice calling his name.
~End Chapter One~
*Chuckles* So I'm apparently back in my Iruka abuse mode.
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2020 Events!
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Fandom Year in Review (2020)
I’ve posted my final story for the day (and the year!) and now it’s time to consult my spreadsheet and put together some numbers. . .
I posted 130 new stories to AO3 this year!
Those stories were for 17 fandoms, 7 of which were new, and 39 ships! Of those ships 12 were new.
I posted a total of 562,810 words to AO3 this year!
I wrote 95 works for 15 Fandom/Multi-Fandom Events!
. . .I intended to give myself fewer deadlines this year than last year. It was not super effective. I also recorded and posted 6 podfics for events.
I also ran one event solo and co-modded another! (Which is ongoing into 2021.)
Fandom Event breakdown:
1 for @kkgweek (2019)
1 for @fandomtrumpshate
25 for Trope Bingo (Round 14)
4 for Smut Monday
5 for @kakaobiweek
1 for @madatobigiftexchange
4 for @the-umino-hours exchanges (several different ones)
9 for @kakayamaweek2020
5 for @kakairu-mini-bang
10 for @sakumoweek
+2 podfics
16 for @kakashiweek
2 for @foundersweek
+4 podfics
6 for @the-umino-hours Iruka Winter Bingo (ongoing into 2021)
5 for @nejihinata‘s NejiHina Week
1 for @12daysofsterek
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5 of the new stories are minific collections, which along with updates to existing minific collections (of which there are 10), account for a total of 165,934 words.
They are as follows:
Avatar: the Last Airbender~
Zuko/Sokka: 1 minific - 458 words
Castlevania~
36 minifics - 6,587
Chronicles of Narnia~
11 minifics - 1,463 words
Greek Mythology~
6 minifics - 712 words
Kamisama Kiss~
20 minifics - 4,218 words
Naruto~
Hashirama/Izuna: 9 minifics - 2,240 words
Hashirama/Mito: 12 minifics - 2,361 words
Hashirama/Mito/Izuna: 1 minific - 440 words
Kakashi/Iruka: 77 minifics - 23,815 words
Madara/Tobirama: 41 minifics - 12,461 words
Madara/Tobirama/Indra: 7 minifics - 2,790 words
Orochimaru/Minato: 6 minifics - 1,950 words
Sakumo/Orochimaru: 366 minifics - 98,370 words
Sakumo/Orochimaru broken: 22 minifics - 5,869 words
Tobirama/Indra: 9 minifics - 2,200 words
Naruto total: 550 minifics - 152,496 words
Minific total: 624 minifics - 165,934 words
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I also started recording and posting podfiction this year!
I posted 25 podfics, totalling 4 hours and 6 minutes, this year!
That includes 18 of my own works and 7 belonging to other authors.
Fandom and ship breakdown:
Castlevania (Netflix) - 1
~Trevor/Alucard - 1
(1 by Kalira)
Good Omens - 2
~Crowley/Aziraphale - 2
(1 by Kalira | 1 by other author)
Hikaru no Go - 1
~Shindou/Touya - 1
(1 by Kalira)
Naruto - 21
~Gen - 3
~Kakashi/Gai - 1
~Kakashi/Iruka - 7
~Madara/Tobirama - 4
~Sakumo/Orochimaru - 3
~Sasuke/Naruto/Sakura - 1
(15 by Kalira | 6 by other authors)
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Fandom & Ship Breakdown!
Under a cut because this is quite long enough now. . .
The Addams Family - 1
~Gen (crossover) - 1
Alice in Wonderland - 1
~Gen - 1
Antique - 1
~Jin Hyuk/Sun Woo - 1
Captain Harlock - 5
~Harlock/Yama - 4
~Yattaran/Kei - 1
Castlevania (Netflix) - 2
~Trevor/Alucard - 1
~minifics, assorted gen with Trevor/Alucard and Dracula/Lisa
Chronicles of Narnia - 1
~minifics, assorted gen
Flight Rising - 1
~Gen - 1
Good Omens - 1
~Crowley/Aziraphale - 1
Harry Potter - 2
~Harry/Draco - 1
~Gen - 1
Hikaru no Go - 1
~Shindou/Touya - 1
Kamisama Kiss - 2
~Tomoe/Akura Ou
~minifics, assorted gen and Tomoe/Akura Ou
Marginal Prince - 2
~Red/Henri - 1
~Sylvaine/Haruya - 1
Mary Stayed Out All Night -2
~Mary OT3 - 2
Naruto - 106
~Gen - 16
~Gai/Iruka - 2
~Hashirama/Madara/Tobirama - 1
~Hashirama/Mito/Izuna - 1
~Hashirama/Tobirama - 1
~Iruka/Genma - 1
~Kagami/Danzou - 1
~Kakashi/Gai - 1
~Kakashi/Iruka - 25
~Kakashi/Obito - 5
~Kakashi/Sakura/Tenzou - 1
~Kakashi/Sakura - 1
~Kakashi/Shisui - 2
~Kakashi/Tenzou - 11
~Kakashi/Tenzou/Iruka - 3
~Kiba/Sakura - 1
~Lee/Sakura - 2
~Madara/Tobirama- 5
~Madara/Touka - 2
~Neji/Hinata - 5
~Neji/Lee - 1
~Sakumo/Kari (OC) - 1
~Sakumo/Orochimaru - 16
~Sasuke/Naruto/Sakura - 1
~Tobirama/Indra - 1
Teen Wolf - 2
~Stiles/Derek - 1
~Gen, crossover with Addams Family - 1
Tiger & Bunny - 1
~Keith/Agnes
Voltron: Legendary Defender - 1
~Shiro/Keith - 1
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I have written and posted so much this year and had so much fun! I'm not done writing for the day/year yet, but my next post to AO3 will be tomorrow and in next year! I have so many plans, and some ongoing deadlines even, so keep an eye out!
Happy New Year!
~Kalira
#AO3#year in revew#AO3 Year In Review#ships#fandoms#about Kalira's writing#about Kalira's podficcing#numbers#Fandom Year in Review
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Summary: Kakashi waits for the right moment to reveal part of his past to Iruka.
Rating: Teen & Up
Warnings: None
Pairing: KakaIru
Additional Tags: ANBU, KakaIru Mini Bingo 2019
Length: 1,321 (complete)
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by Dunloth
Being together is great, but having to keep it secret sucks. This sums up Iruka’s feelings about the whole thing, but it only scratches the surface of it all.
Words: 5340, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of KakaIru Mini Bingo 2019
Fandoms: Naruto
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Umino Iruka, Hatake Kakashi, Tsunade (Naruto)
Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka
Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, mentions of sexual abuse, Canon Universe, Marriage, Community: kakairu_fest, Challenge: kakairu_fest Mini-Bingo, Umino Iruka-centric
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A collection for my first Bingo card from the KakaIru 2019 Mini Bingo held by @kakairu-fest
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KakaIru Mini Bingo 2019 Weekly Round Up [~ 27 Dec 2019]
Sorry for the late update! Here are the submissions to the Mini Bingo for the past week!
Happy New Year people! Let’s hope for a new year of more KakaIru 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
Wrapping by The_Lady_smaell
Go Forward Slowly by cuupid
[Update] Tunnel Vision by demonofabove
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kakairu mini bingo 2019!
Second prompt fill: animals/pets!
@kakairu-fest ♡
★・・・・・★・・・・・★・・・・・★
Rain Check
Excerpt—
Kakashi looked up to find an attractive brunette barreling towards him. For a split second, he wondered if he was lost to a fantasy—it wouldn’t be the first time he disassociated in public, nor would it be his last. It took Kakashi a moment before he noticed the puppy galloping a few feet ahead of his imagined seducer. Guess he wasn’t about to be mercilessly thrown onto a park bench. Pity.
The puppy jumped all over his jeans, painting his pants with muddy paw prints. He ignored the dog, simply because he knew giving it attention would make it worse. Besides, his attention was elsewhere.
“I’m so sorry,” the man groaned, out of breath, as he regained control of the leash.
“It’s quite alright,” Kakashi said, unbothered. Truly, it was. He should be thanking the misbehaved pup for bringing over such a handsome stranger.
“New puppy?” Kakashi ventured.
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you are the only thing (in any room you’re ever in)
Man, when whoever wrote sensory depression, I don’t think this is what they expected. Fairly sure it’s a kink thing. Instead, they get a Stranger Things fusion.
Many thanks to @the_lady_smaell and drelfina for lookin’ this through.
Title from “Starlings” by Elbow. what a name. what a song.
summary: Kakashi is far too distracted to do his job properly.
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Kakashi was adrift.
He knew where he was, what he was in: a tube made of cold metal, with a hatch that could only be opened from outside. Yet his body would not recognise his upright figure held buoyant within, the perfluorocarbon fluid filling his lungs where air should have been; the boundaries of the tube from the darkness surrounding him.
For all of his calmness, his rationality, his memories of being forced feet first into the tank and plunging into a liquid heavier than air but breathable all the same, Kakashi’s body was convinced it was adrift in a boundless, empty darkness where no one could be found.
But there was someone and some things that could be found. Why else would they put him and the rest of the lot into the tubes, if not to reach out and to visualise? It was not an exercise foreign to Kakashi, having done so, so many times over: a locked office as good as unlocked, a document confidential and otherwise inaccessible spread open for his perusal.
The location of a man fleeing for his life, despite his otherwise meticulously planned escape route. As he was dragged back to this very facility, to ensure his mouth remained shut.
Kakashi could do it again, here and now. It was what they wanted him to do, after all. He could reach out - he could think of, could want, could yearn - and surely, surely, he’d be there. A flash of hair, brown in the brilliant sunlight, a wide smile -
The slightest of pressure across his throat. A reminder.
“Hound.” The voice echoed, reverberating into the darkness and unto itself. “Your mission."
Slowly, reluctantly, Kakashi nodded. The pressure lifted, but the collar remained - a heavy presence that he had once been free of.
He reached out into the darkness, not for that person, but for something else. The tower, they wanted the tower: white against the brilliant azure sky. The tower, with its offices both public and private; the tower, where Iruka also -
The band tightened yet again, more harshly. Kakashi coughed, the foreign heaviness of liquid squeezed out of his lungs - and seeping back into it with a sharp intake of breath.
Message received. He pulled himself away from thoughts of Iruka’s desk, that desk cluttered with documents and knickknacks. A mug declaring him the best father, a clay figure made by clumsy hands that attempted valiantly to look like a dolphin. A desk indistinguishable from the sea of a hundred other desks, a multitude of other workers who might have been more important than Iruka.
(But not to Kakashi.)
Instead, he thought of hallways and corridors, walls shimmering into watery existence before him like reflections upon the surface of a lake. Thought his way up towards the fifth floor of the tower, and meandered his way past empty rooms and blurry windows.
Up into the mayor’s office, past locked doors and alert guards, and into a meeting Shimura Danzo would have never been privy to, if not for Kakashi.
Within the room, Sarutobi Hiruzen sat. His image wavered like ripples cast by a stone across a pond; his voice crackled like static as he spoke. His voice would be repeated outside, emanating from a speaker, for the benefit of the men who pushed him into this very tube.
“Thank you for bringing this issue to my attention,” Sarutobi was saying to the other person within the room. The figure remained blurry, despite Kakashi’s best attempts - interspersed with static and distortion, stripes of shifting colours splashing and stretching thin across the figure. Sarutobi, the paranoid bastard, had probably built the walls of the tower with something that could keep psionic intent out.
Even so, he couldn’t keep Kakashi out entirely. Something Danzo was surely grudgingly pleased about. It had likely rankled, that the various agents that were loyal to him were unable to penetrate through Sarutobi’s defences - that he has to depend on Kakashi to pierce through.
Still, Kakashi was here now. Despite his escape, despite his powers - Kakashi was here doing Danzo’s bidding.
He dragged his attention back to the scene before him.
“It seems as though more has been going on under my nose than I had known,” Sarutobi sighed. World-weary and old; Iruka had talked about him as though he were a father figure, a mentor and Kakashi could see why Iruka considered him so. He wondered if he had allowed Iruka to bring him here, to this very room like he wanted to from the first day - would things have been different? “I had thought… no matter. There is only looking forward.”
That much was true. Kakashi breathed out, the rush of liquid cool against his teeth. He had all the time to regret when they shot him full of tranquilizers and brought him in.
Then the other figure said, “Hiruzen-sama.”
Their voice sliced past the static and feedback of the void, clear as a clarion’s call. Kakashi jerked and turned to look at them - turned to look at Iruka, seated on the chaise.
Irony that Root wouldn’t let him reach out for Iruka, in the hopes of making Kakashi languish in worry over whether Iruka was in their grasps - a hostage for Kakashi to surrender all his concessions. Kakashi had known that Iruka was safe, yet there was always the thought that perhaps he had failed. Perhaps Iruka had been smarter than he should have been. Perhaps.
Yet here Iruka sat before him now, in the safest place he could be. Kakashi took in all the details he could: Iruka’s ponytail tied more messily than usual, the clothes he must have slept in, the hoarse cadence of his voice.
There was a flurry of activity outside of the tube, but Kakashi could not find it in himself to care, not with Iruka formed in crystal clear clarity before him, as though he was in the tube with Kakashi himself. Not with his eyes: bright and piercing and still so very alive.
“About Kakashi,” he was saying. There was the distant sound of a lightbulb whining and shattering as it shorted out - as Kakashi processed his own ineffable joy, his uplifting relief. Iruka got out, Iruka was safe; Iruka remembered him even though Kakashi locked him in a basement to spare him from Root’s agents. “Please, Hiruzen-sama - “
“Iruka,” the old man said, but Iruka barrelled on, much like how he did when Kakashi threatened to use his powers against him, how he pushed him away the first few days of their acquaintance.
“He wants to leave,” Iruka said, earnest and sincere. His voice echoed within the tube, outside of the tube, words overlapping in close canon. “He needs to leave, he didn’t - doesn’t want to be there anymore -“
Yes, yes - that was all Kakashi could think - I want to leave this darkness and hold you in the sunlight, I want to walk you to that desk and walk you home, I want -
There was a building cacophony in the background, of shouts to drain the tube, to stop, to disconnect - but Kakashi was damned if he’d let go so easily now that Iruka was in front of him by sheer happenstance.
He raised his hands towards the gentle line of where Iruka’s jaw should be, desperate for a single touch. The bar slammed heavy against his throat - he choked - but his hand remained outstretched, raised. Forward, forward - until his palm came to rest gently against Iruka’s cheek.
Kakashi would never know if the warmth beneath his skin was of his own imagining - or if his yearning was so strong as to connect to Iruka through the void.
It would have been enough - it was enough - but Iruka’s own hand raised, touching the spot where Kakashi’s hand was, involuntary; it brushed against Kakashi’s own.
Against all odds, he raised his head. Turned away from Sarutobi to where Kakashi hovered, in that room he was not in. And he asked, breathlessly vulnerable and hopeful, “Kakashi?”
The heart seized with hope is like a rope pulled taut. Kakashi could only press his hand more firmly against Iruka’s face, cupping it so. The shouts were louder, the bar about to asphyxiate him - but there was only the two of them in that void. Only that mattered.
Iruka’s eyes widened, then set in determination - the same determination he faced Mizuki down with before he even knew Kakashi was there to protect him.
“We’re coming,” he said fiercely. “We’re coming, we’ll find you - wait for me - “
Gladly, Kakashi said, because he would wait for Iruka even if the corruption from the other side spread slick across the portal and into their own realm, and after that. If he couldn’t go to him, he would wait - he would -
He kept his eyes on Iruka even as the hatch opened and bathed the other in a ray of fluorescent light, drowning his image out from Kakashi’s sight. As he was dragged, wet and gasping, out of the tube, and thrown in front of Danzo, vomiting clear fluid as his body desperately took in air.
Danzo looked impassively down at him. Kakashi bared his teeth in a mirthless grin in reply. Iruka knew - that meant Sarutobi knew, and Sarutobi would act.
There was little time left for Root to act. The twist of Danzo’s lips told Kakashi that he knew so.
“I think that you might just be expendable after all, Hound,” he said softly. “Prep him for crossing.”
The thought of being sent over to the corrupted universe would have been a threat, once - but Iruka was coming. Kakashi would wait.
They would make it out fine.
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