But here it is! Last chapter! Enjoy!
"Hisoka!" The heavyset woman hollered, turning around and shoving the dirty pots into Iruka's barely prepared hands. "Get these washed as quickly as possible and get back here. We need people to tend the fireplace in the great room."
"Hai." Iruka took the dishes without complaint, crossing to the wide row of sinks that lined the back wall of the kitchen, being careful not to bump any of the cooks as he moved past. As he set the pots down, he noticed that his hands were shaking. I don't have much more time; I've burned too much chakra over these weeks.
Think! He commanded himself. You have to get out of this…
The sponge fell from nerveless fingers for the second time in a few minutes, and one of his coworkers leaned over to him. "Are you alright?"
Iruka stared at the small, pale hand watching the skin darken and the fingers lengthen, and focused all of his attention on pulling the henge back under his control.
The loud interruption made him jump, and he dropped the sponge into the water again. "Nani?"
"I said, are you okay?" The woman leaned in peering closely at the face hidden underneath long bangs. "Cause you really don't look so good."
"I…." Iruka had intended to say that he was fine, but suddenly his legs gave out from underneath him, and he only just caught himself on the edge of the sink. It was all he could do to hold onto the illusion of Hisoka.
"Oi, you're not okay!"
"H-hai." The head of the kitchen loomed over him as Iruka gasped out a response.
"Go home. Don't come back until you're better. I will not have you infecting the rest of the workers!"
"I…alright…" Iruka slowly pushed himself into a standing position, pausing for a minute to get his balance before heading towards the door. He tried not to think about how much attention he'd just drawn to himself with that little episode, tried to ignore the absolute silence in the usually bustling kitchen, and focused solely on making it to the door preferably without doing a face plant into the stove in the middle of the room.
"Do you need help?" The woman who'd originally worried about him, asked.
"What do you think, I'm paying you to stand around and gab?!" The shout startled everyone. "Back to work!"
He waved at the other worker, "I'll be fine. Don't worry."
The shadows where the village met the woods beckoned to him, and he slipped into their welcoming embrace, stopping only once he reached their safety.
His hands pressed together. "Kai!" The henge shed from him so fast that he was left with no strength at all, and he sunk to the ground, resting on his forearms to keep from going face first in the dirt. I can't move.
Naruto stared fixedly at Sakura's back, refusing to look at his other teammate. Kakashi watched with interest, wondering what had come out of the incident in the woods. Naruto and Sasuke seemed to be even more on edge now than they had been before.
After a few second's thought, Kakashi rubbed his hand across the back of his head. "Maa, it's been a long mission. What do you guys say to dinner at Ichiraku?"
Amazingly, nothing happened. Naruto continued to gaze into space; Sasuke looked like he was plotting Itachi's future destruction, and Sakura….
"KYAAAAAAAAA!" The scream shook all of them. Sakura dropped her pack to the ground and raced forward. "Iruka-sensei!"
Kakashi's heart plummeted, and he made it to the chuunin's side before Sakura. "He's alive?" It was definitely more of a question than a statement. Iruka's skin was pale and clammy, as if he had lain there all night, and the jounin could barely see a flicker of motion to indicate whether or not Iruka was breathing.
Sakura pressed her fingers to Iruka's neck, and nodded in relief after several sickening seconds.
"Why is Iruka-sensei here?" Naruto asked, leaning over Sakura's shoulder.
"I don't know." Sakura blinked in surprise when Kakashi reached out to gently brush the short, loose locks of hair at Iruka's hairline off his face. "Kakashi-sensei? Why isn't he wearing is forehead protector?"
Without answering, Kakashi shoved his backpack into Naruto's arms and bent down, scooping other man up into his arms. "I'm going on ahead. I'll see you three back home."
All three genin brought their arms up to shield their faces from the blast of chakra smoke as he vanished.
In the darkness of the place between the two ends of the teleportation, Kakashi pulled Iruka tightly against his chest, trying to ignore how lifeless the chuunin felt.
He blinked several times as he opened his eyes, trying to bring the images around him into better focus. Even though his vision was still a little dark, he recognized the hospital room almost immediately; he'd been there a fair amount as a child when some of his pranks backfired on him. The orange blob in his peripheral was new, though, and he turned his head slowly to bring it into the center of his vision.
"K…" He coughed and tried again. "Kakashi-san? What are you..?"
"You passed out." Kakashi smiled brightly at him. "I couldn't very well just leave you lying in the road.
Iruka's eyes narrowed; the last thing he remembered was collapsing in the forest. "When did you find me?"
The jounin marked his place in Icha Icha and set the book on the bedside table, leaning forward to study Iruka's face. "Early Wednesday morning."
"I was out there all night, then." Iruka sighed. "Did anyone else see me?"
"My team, but I think they were more worried about you than they were curious about why you were out there." Kakashi smiled slightly. "You weren't wearing your forehead protector. I assume this had to do with Hisoka?"
Iruka's eyes widened as he was reminded that Kakashi knew who she was, "Kakashi-san, I…" He tried to push himself into a sitting position, gasping as the room spun suddenly, and Kakashi barely had enough time to leap forward and catch him as his eyes rolled back in his head.
"Come in!" The voice passed easily through the closed door, crackling with efficiency.
Tsunade looked up sharply when he entered the room. "Kakashi? I don't have any missions for you or your team."
"I know." He closed the door and spread a web of chakra out, checking for other people who might be listening in. "I'm here about Hisoka."
Tsunade stacked the books on her desk with sharp movements. "I'm sorry, Kakashi; I can't tell you anything about her. You must…"
"I know who she is."
Tsunade's brows drew together and she peered at him, as if she was trying to decipher if he actually knew the whole truth.
"And I know how badly these past missions have been affecting her." Kakashi tried very hard not to think about Iruka's dark hair spreading across the pale white sheets when he'd collapsed at the hospital.
"Alright." Tsunade seemed to believe him. "Then why are you here?"
Luckily, he'd had a chance to do a lot of thinking during the day as he sat by the chuunin's side before Iruka had woken up. "I want to help."
The soft breeze from the open window tickled his nose, and Iruka raised a heavy hand to scratch at it. The chair beside his bed had been empty since he'd woken up, and he couldn't deny the slightly empty feeling that had settled on him when he realized that Kakashi was no longer there.
As his thoughts turned to the jounin, he blushed furiously. Kakashi knew he was Hisoka, so he knew that it was Iruka he'd kissed that night. And Iruka was incredibly embarrassed that he had leaned happily into that embrace. He'd never expected that the other man would ever know who he was, and so there had been no danger in responding – at least at the time. But now….
He just really felt like he should apologize for it.
"Iruka-sensei!" The familiar voice jostled him out of his thoughts, and he looked towards the door, smiling when Naruto came in brandishing take-out bags from Ichiraku.
"I brought you ramen!" Naruto declared happily.
"It's unlike you to pay for food." Iruka teased.
"Well, it's kind of a, um, thank you. For, you know…." Naruto blushed, shifting restlessly from foot to foot. "I hope you're hungry."
"Starving." Iruka pushed himself into a sitting position and took the steaming bowl and chopsticks from his student. I'd wondered if he was actually listening when we talked.
"I don't know!" Naruto wailed, throwing himself down on the desk. "I thought it was an accident, but he said…" The kyuubi boy twisted his fingers in his hair.
"Well," Iruka folded his arms, leaning back against his chair, fighting to keep a smile from forming on his face. "Is it a problem?"
"He kissed me!"
"But you're not yelling at him."
Naruto's mouth hung open slightly. "Ano…."
"If it bothered you so much, I'd think that you'd be out there giving him a piece of your mind, eh?"
"Well, yeah, but…" Naruto started to protest.
"Yabbuts have long ears and eat carrots." Iruka respond without thinking, focusing more on evening up the stack of assignments on the desk in front of him.
"It's not like I didn't…. Wait, what?"
Iruka froze, one hand hanging over the dolphin coffee mug that Naruto's class had gotten him when they were still his students. He had unwittingly parroted back something that Kakashi had said to him a few weeks ago. The jounin had been working on a trip wire trap that involved several pulleys and an elaborate release system. After failing to set it up correctly four times in a row, he'd pointed out that at this point, it would be much easier to just leap out and challenge the target to fight. Iruka's protest had been exactly identical to Naruto's, as had his reaction to Kakashi's patently ridiculous statement.
He looked up at Naruto, hoping that the genin would have just moved on from what he'd said, as Naruto usually did, but Naruto was just standing there looking very confused.
Iruka waved his hand back and forth rapidly. "Never mind. It's nothing." When Naruto finally opened his mouth to continue his rant, Iruka interrupted. "I'm just saying: the whole incident is clearly bothering you, but you might want to think about why it's bothering you." He rose and rested his hand gently on Naruto's shoulder. "I'm happy to talk to you about this Naruto, but I'd like you to think about exactly what the problem is before we talk."
Sitting cross-legged on the end of the hospital bed, Naruto slurped at the ramen, talking around a mouthful of noodles. "And then one of the bad guys came at me, and I totally took him out with the rasengan! It was so cool; you should have seen his face!"
Iruka chuckled softly. Naruto really hadn't changed over the years, but he was finally starting to develop the power to back up his big mouth.
The bright blue eyes sobered suddenly, and the gaze dropped to look at the empty bowl in his lap. "I thought about what you said…"
Even though the silence was awkward, Iruka knew better than to interrupt. Naruto would talk when he was ready, and rushing usually led to the end of the conversation.
"I just assumed it was an accident, but then when he told me…. I didn't know what to think…" Naruto toyed with the bowl, spinning it back and forth. "But I realized after I thought about it that deep down I was really…."
Iruka noticed motion over Naruto's shoulder and glanced briefly towards it.
"I was really happy." Naruto's hands closed tightly around the bowl. "He really cares about me." He grinned hugely.
"Have you thought about telling him that you're happy?" Iruka asked, smiling slightly.
"No!" Naruto's happy smile vanished, and he sunk down into himself again. "What if….what if he…"
"He kissed you." Iruka pointed out and tossed off the strange feeling of déjà vu. And his gaze flickered back to the doorway, where Sasuke stood, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. The Uchiha turned away and disappeared around the doorframe.
"I know." Naruto muttered. "But that doesn't seem to mean anything among adults, so why should I think it means something here?"
Iruka actually laughed out loud. "You've been hanging around Jiraiya-sama too much. It is meaningful between most normal adults." But then his brain happily dragged him back to the dark alley, where he was pressed up against Kakashi's frame. Not only had that kiss been used as a ruse, but it had been given to Hisoka, not to him. And he wondered about the truth in his words.
"Ah, Iruka-sensei!" Naruto was tapping away at the watch around his wrist. "I've gotta go; Kakashi-sensei wants us to train this afternoon."
If looks could kill, the mirror in his bathroom would be shattered into a million tiny pieces. As that was not the case, all Kakashi could do was glare angrily at his reflection, willing it to do what it was supposed to be doing.
"Boss?" Pakkun traipsed around the corner and let out a startled yelp. "It's you, right?"
"Yeah." Kakashi leaned forward and rapped on the shiny surface, wondering if the thing was defective. This couldn't possibly be that hard.
"What are you doing?" Pakkun asked very slowly, as if he was afraid that he was going to anger Kakashi, or that any questioning would shove Kakashi over the edge of madness. For his part, Kakashi ignored the small pug, leaning forward so that he could see his face more clearly and started tweaking things.
The woman tossed her long braid back over her shoulder as she made her way to the door. It was too early in the morning for any deliveries to have arrived, so she wondered who on earth could be knocking.
The young man who stood outside the threshold looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place him. The short black hair was ruffled into spikes in places, but falling flat across his forehead. The bright eyes smiled happily up at her. "Ohayo!"
"Can I help you?" She asked as politely as she could manage – she had been taking a nap by the warm stove when he'd interrupted with his loud tapping – and wondered why a kid like him was here.
The boy shoved his hands into the front pockets of his pants, molding his shape into a full-body shrug. "I'm Makoto." He said it as if it should mean something to her. When she looked blank, he rolled his eyes. "Hisoka's brother? Geez, she always says she talks about me. I shoulda known she was lying."
The woman hid a smile at the typical teenage reaction – this kid clearly assumed that he was the center of everyone's universe. "How is she? I tried to walk he home when she collapsed two nights ago, but the boss wouldn't hear of it."
"She's okay, I guess." Makoto tossed his hair out of his eyes. "The doctors say she's got bronchitis or something. They say she needs to rest for a couple of weeks. Yeah, so she sent me over here to let you guys know that she'd be missing work."
She sighed, "That's too bad. They're going to need to fill her spot soon. But let her know that she can always check in to see if there's an opening."
Makoto was already walking away. "Yeah, yeah." He waved his hand over his shoulder.
She shook her head – kids these days. A few weeks later, she would wonder out loud whatever happened to Hisoka. The worker next to her would ask, "Who?", and the black-haired, violet-eyed woman would slowly fade out of her memory.
Iruka groaned, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. He was soooooo bored. Tsunade had confiscated the lesson plans that he'd managed to convince Sakura to bring to him. The nurses were busy with some slightly more pressing matters – one of the ANBU groups had just returned from a mission with a bunch of injuries that bled copiously on the floor, and they were alternately trying to keep the shinobi from dying and other people from sliding across the blood-greased floor.
All he could do was lie on his back on the hospital bed, counting the cracks in the ceiling tiles and wondering when he was going to be released.
A flash of color caught his eye, and he turned slowly to look at the book on the nightstand. He was still amazed that Kakashi had actually left a copy of Icha Icha. But then again, the jounin probably carried at least three different volumes around in his weapons pouch. He must have been called away and didn't have a chance to pick it up.
A quick glance at the clock showed that barely five minutes had passed since the last time he looked. He resolutely turned his head back to the center and started counting spots on the ceiling.
If he cocked his head just a little to the right, the orange cover of Icha Icha taunted him from the corner of his eye.
And why the hell did Kakashi have to read porn anyway? Why couldn't he have left something that Iruka might actually want to read?
But at this point, he'd take anything just to make the time go faster.
What was he thinking? Iruka didn't - hadn't ever – read porn, and he certainly wasn't going to start now.
But Kakashi read those stupid books all the time. They had to be a little bit entertaining or the jounin would surely get bored. Iruka had learned from the past few weeks that Kakashi had the attention span of a gnat, and Iruka'd actually resorted to snapping his fingers in Kakashi's face when the jounin's eyes started to unfocus. The look on Kakashi's face the first time he'd done that had been priceless.
I wonder what he was thinking about all those times….
"Alright, that does it!" Iruka flipped over onto his belly and stretched his arm out to snag the book. This had to be better than letting his mind run around in circles. He opened to a random section and started to read.
"Maaa, Iruka-sensei, I didn't know your read Icha Icha." The all-too-familiar low voice drawled out from the doorway behind him.
"Gyaaaaaaaaa!" Iruka screamed, red color racing from his neck to his cheeks, and he twisted far enough to draw back his hand, intending to lob the infernal book at Kakashi's head.
But froze in mid swing. The figure standing in the doorway was not Kakashi, even though he was absolutely sure that the voice was Kakashi's.
Rather, the boy leaning against the wall looked so much like the face Iruka saw in the mirror when he wore the disguise of Hisoka that the resemblance was unmistakable. "Who are you?" The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. What is Kakashi playing at?
"I'm Makoto!" Both eyes curved upwards in a smile that he'd come to recognize, though it was strange to see it completely exposed on a face that wasn't Kakashi's.
"Makoto?" Iruka almost rolled his eyes at the name choice. "What's going on?"
Kakashi slid the door closed behind him and released the henge as he walked over to Iruka's bed. "They're not expecting you at work anymore."
"What did you do?!" Iruka could just imagine ridiculous theatrics that would destroy his invisibility.
Kakashi scooped Icha Icha off the floor – Iruka had dropped it when he'd seen Makoto – and dusted off the covers. "Well, I said I was your brother. Then I said you were sick with bronchitis and would be in bed for a few weeks. Then they said that you were out of a job, but to come and ask when you got better to see if there were any openings." The jounin ticked off each statement on his fingers, as if he were answering some pop quiz.
Iruka just gaped at him.
"Well?" This time the smile was only indicated by one eye squeezing shut. Iruka could almost picture a tail wagging behind Kakashi's back; he sounded so much like a dog asking if he had done the right thing.
"It's…it's good. Really good." Iruka paused, his eyes closed, thinking through how the whole thing was likely to play out. "I don't think I ever would have thought of that."
The bed dipped as Kakashi settled down on it. "That's because you've been alone for far too long."
Iruka was sitting up in the bed, his knees partially drawn up to his chest; Kakashi had sat down even with his hips, and barely a foot of air separated them. That small amount of air didn't seem to be enough, and Iruka's breath caught in his throat.
"There's only so many options for dealing with a problem when you only have one person."
"Right." Iruka looked away. He should have known that Kakashi was just talking about his missions as Hisoka, but for a brief second there, he'd hoped – desperately hoped – that the jounin's words had referred to something deeper.
Because he was looking away, he missed Kakashi's expression fall, but did notice when the other man leaned back, allowing him a little more space.
"Can you walk?"
"What?" Iruka looked surprised. "Yes. Of course."
"Good." Kakashi grabbed Iruka's wrists, pulling the chuunin up with him as he stood up, "Come on."
It took Naruto two trips around the village before he finally located Sasuke. The Uchiha was sitting on the end of the long dock that stuck out into the lake. Naruto slid to a stop, remembering times when they were younger, and he'd always see Sasuke sitting the same place.
But for the first time, he trotted down the steps and out along the planks to reach Sasuke. The other boy whirled around, clambering to his feet when he saw Naruto.
"What do you want, dobe?"
Naruto stopped dead, his confidence suddenly deserting him, and he refused to meet Sasuke's eyes as he whispered, "You said it wasn't an accident…"
"Did you…did you mean it?"
"I don't tell lies."
Naruto growled. Sasuke knew that he wasn't smart enough to unwrap riddles and see 'underneath the underneath,' so he wished that the genin would just say what he meant instead of talking around it.
But in the end, it didn't matter whether Sasuke had meant what he'd said or not. Naruto'd promised himself when he'd left Iruka's room that he would tell his teammate how he felt.
Sasuke actually took a step back when Naruto pointed a finger directly at the center of his face. "Sasuke! I like you, dattebayo!"
"NANI?" Naruto shrieked. "That's all you have to say?"
"What else is there to say, dobe?" Sasuke shoved his hands into his pockets and walked back along the dock.
"OI, WAIT UP!"
"Hn, usuratonkachi." Only the fact that his back was to Naruto hid his satisfied smile.
Iruka was so startled by Kakashi dragging him along through the halls of the hospital that he completely forgot about what had been bothering him. As Kakashi pulled the door open at the end of the hall, he opened his mouth to speak, "Kakashi-san, I…"
"Shhh." The jounin interrupted.
"What?" Iruka blinked as they moved out into the sunlight that bathed the hospital roof. He started to ask the question again, and a finger pressed against his lips. After short second when he made no attempt to speak again, the finger was removed, and Kakashi's grip left his wrist.
With a large sigh, Iruka raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose as he followed Kakashi farther out onto the roof. He just wanted to apologize and forget about the whole alley incident. Well, he didn't really want to forget about it, but he was sure that Kakashi must, and so he could make like it was nothing. The friendship he had built with the other man over the past weeks was worth more than that.
Long fingers wrapped around his hand, pulling it away from his face and out and away from his body. Iruka's gaze and head turned to follow his hand, confusion racing through his body, but gentle fingers cupped his chin and turned him back to face Kakashi. The jounin had pulled his mask down around his neck, but Iruka barely noticed because of the deep emotion swirling in Kakashi's eye.
Before he could react, Kakashi leaned in and kissed him, pushing him back up against the wall behind him and pinning his wrist to it. Something in the back of Iruka's mind noted that the position was exactly identical to their previous kiss.
When Iruka finally remembered how to breathe and opened his eyes, a smile was playing around Kakashi's lips. "What?" Iruka snapped, struck by the sudden feeling that Kakashi was laughing at him.
"That was…." The pregnant pause only served to make Iruka more nervous. "Much better."
"Well, I….what?" He was already preparing to defend himself – he hadn't kissed anyone romantically in a very long time, at least as himself – but Kakashi's words derailed his thoughts.
"Maa, I know that it was you kissing me that night, but I still see Hisoka in my arms." Kakashi smiled down at the chuunin. "It's much better to be able to see you like this." His hand snuck up to wrap around Iruka's face, thumb stroking the dark scar. "You're so adorable when you blush."
That statement only served to intensify the blush already spreading across Iruka's face, and he buried his head in the only available surface – the front of Kakashi's vest – to hide it.
Kakashi chuckled and pushed Iruka back. "And besides, I just don't go for the whole…breast thing." His hands showed exactly what he was talking about, making a gesture in front of Iruka's decidedly flat chest.
The blush deepened even farther. "You…you..,.you pervert!"
"You like me anyway." Kakashi turned away, heading for the door that led back into the hospital.
"Yeah, I guess." Iruka managed to tease back, laughing when Kakashi pouted. The laughter subsided into comfortable silence as the jounin's fingers curled around his, pulling his hand into the gloved one.
Kakashi was the first to break the silence. "Do you know how long it took me to get Makoto to look right?"
Iruka shook his head. "You're a jounin; it couldn't possibly have been that hard."
"The third time I tried it Pakkun told me I looked like a fruity version of Gai." He paused to consider that statement. "Fruitier, I guess. What?"
Iruka had pressed the back of his hand against his mouth, but even so snorts of laughter were escaping around the edges.
"Hey! It's not that funny!"
After a few minutes, Iruka managed to straighten up, one hand pressed against the stitch in his side. "Sorry." Another snort. "I just…The imagery is just too amusing." He turned to Kakashi. "So, now what?"
"Now we bring you back to the hospital room before Tsunade finds out I got you out of bed and castrates me."
"That would put a damper on things." Iruka muttered.
"Sorry, what was that?" Kakashi's eyebrow arched upwards.
The cursed blush was back, and Iruka looked quickly away. "Nothing. Nevermind. I…" He let out a startled yelp when he was pushed back against the wall again, strong hands dropping to rest on his hips.
"Were you thinking about doing something that requires me to be…whole, Iruka-sensei?"
"Not, not really." Damn. That wasn't what he'd meant to say at all.
"Not really?" Kakashi echoed, and Iruka could practically hear the gears turning in Kakashi's mind as he tried to figure out what the chuunin had been thinking about. "Wait. Last week when I came to find you at your apartment, you looked awfully flustered when you opened the door. And you'd been what…sleeping?"
Iruka's gaze flickered everywhere but on Kakashi's face. He can't possibly figure it out.
"Were you having sex dreams about me, Iruka-sensei?"
Iruka shook his head frantically, but the deepening color of his face completely contradicted his silent statement.
"Pervert." Kakashi's lips curved up in a predatory grin.
"I am not!" Iruka spluttered indignantly, as the jounin's hand tightened around his wrist and pulled him off the wall and in against Kakashi's side as they walked back towards the door.
"Of course you're not."
"Kakashi!" He noticed the other man smile and was surprised to notice that he'd left off the honorific.
Shizune flipped through Iruka's chart as she walked down the hall of the hospital. Tsunade was busy in meetings that morning, but Iruka only needed a check up this morning, and he would be able to go home. She wasn't going to make him wait any longer. Besides, the nurses were giving her a hard time because Kakashi wasn't abiding by the visiting hour rules and had been tossed out on his ear at least three times since Iruka had arrived. They were begging her to let Iruka go.
She slid the door open but only made it a couple of steps inside before stopping. Iruka lay on his side curled into a ball under the covers. Kakashi lay on top of the covers, spooning up against the dark-haired chuunin, his hand intertwined with Iruka's and his face buried in Iruka's shoulder, half-covered by the other man's loose hair. She sighed. They really needed to get Iruka out of here before Kakashi got seriously in trouble for breaking the hospital rules. She'd check back in a couple of hours.
As she was closing the door, she heard a slight stirring from the room inside, and then:
"What the hell are you doing!" Followed by a thump. She could only assume that Kakashi had been tossed onto the floor.
"Maaa, do you have any idea how uncomfortable that chair is?" She grinned, picturing Kakashi flat on his ass on the floor, sheepishly rubbing his hand across the back of his head.
"But anyone could walk in and see us!"
Shizune could just hear the bed creaking as if another weight had settled down on it.
"Wha….? Mmmf!" Then the bed creaked again, perhaps from Kakashi sitting back away from Iruka, she wasn't sure.
"Let 'em look." A muffled 'wump' echoed around the room, and Shizune just couldn't hold in her curiosity any longer. She opened the door a crack and peered in.
Iruka was back in Kakashi's arms, looking frantic and embarrassed and pushing half-heartedly at the jounin's embrace. "You?…What?"
Kakashi nuzzled his head into the side of Iruka's neck. "Mmmm. This is nice."
"Yeah, it is." Iruka was, of course, blushing furiously, but even so, he nestled himself deeper into Kakashi's arms.
AN: Makoto means truth or sincerity. Thought it was a nice pair with Hisoka meaning 'secret.'
Wow. That turned out to be a lot longer that I ever expected it to be, but I know at least a few people are enjoying it. I hope everyone who's been following this is happy with the ending.
Thanks so much to everyone for reviewing and reading, this has been a lot of fun to write!
And just as a offer to people out there. If anyone has any requests/challenges, I'm happy to try and write something. I can write on Naruto (obviously), Bleach, Death Note, FMA, and xxxHolic, and I will try to write any pairing.
Alright, I think I finally have nothing more to say!
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