PG-ish, but it has some heavy fluff at the end 6.6 as a forewarning. And while I'm at it, the whole next chapter will have some good KakaIru-ness~
Onward, men! No long stupid intro!
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"See. When you're jumping at that angle, you leave thirty percent of your right body radius open."
"Oh, really. Then why don't you force chakra flow to the right of your abdomen to push it away quicker?"
"Amateur."
"Who are you calling amateur?!"
"Reversing flow from the left will cause imbalance. You'll faulter as soon as you shift your weight and leave yourself open another twenty percent of the time you could have also used the -same- ammount of chakra on to just execute Kawimiri."
Iruka is silent a moment, furrowing his brow before picking up a stick and drawing a diagram in the dirt. Both are leaning on their haunches with the slightest bit of fatigue in their breath, "Okay. Dissmiss foilage in this area." He sketches a few primative trees and arcs a semi-circle from one of them to an 'X' on the opposite side, "What if you had an assault coming from both above," He draws a line straight up from the X into the air, and a diagonal one jutting out towards the left, "and to the side like this? Would it be possible to execute kawimiri before taking damage?"
"If you're that far away from the tree, it wouldn't be."
"That's what I was -saying-."
"You never said anything about kawimiri."
"I already dissmissed it! Which would you have rather done? Wasting energy on that silly jutsu or just becoming off balance for a moment?"
"Hmm. Good question..." Kakashi steals the stick and points to the assault lines. Iruka watches,
"Assault coming from both those angles would require you to arc your body to the right instead. A flip. If they try to assault again, use the same method until you're close enough to do effective replacment." Iruka pouts.
"You turn my lose-lose into me looking stupid."
"You look cute when you're frustrated."
The Chuunin flushes red and glares at Kakashi who only smiles at him innocently from under his mask, "It's a well thought out argument, Iruka-kun, it's just lacking a bit more strategic maneuvering."
"Who got their arm cut for what, then?"
"I wasn't taking you as serious as I should have been." Iruka opens his mouth to speak, but can't find the words. It was nice to hear praise again. Whenever he heard it from Kakashi, it made his heart flutter. He didn't know why, but it just did. The gray shinobi just tilts his head to the side and grins again before patting Iruka on the shoulder, "Let's try that maneuvering then? I'm sure it will be beneficial."
"Can you mock the occurance correctly?"
"Are you kidding? This is pre-school."
"Kakashi...."
"...Kidding! Kidding!! I jest, c'mon, I know how to do this. Really."
"For your sake, you better."
"Why is that?"
"....Do I need to elaborate?"
"Tempting."
"Masochist..!"
Kakashi laughs and pulls Iruka to his feet by his wrists. Both were avoiding talk from earlier like it never happened. They met later that day and just started sparring. Questions came to mind half way through, so they had to stop and debate with each other about strategic matters like this every half hour or so. Kakashi didn't like the Iruka he saw in they alley way. He looked afraid of him and completely useless. He sees a great fighter in Iruka, but it's going to take some time to mold correctly. "By the way," He adds, the moment they're both on their feet, "What do you do in your spare time besides sparring?"
"..Why...Why so interested?"
"Just curious."
"....I read, Kakashi." Iruka is glaring at Kakashi as if the shinobi was expecting a different, more colorful answer. One he would not oblige to.
"Well, That's great. I love to read too. You should pick up a couple of scrolls from the library I know of sometime. They might help you with different and classic assault and strategic setups and situations.
"I'm interested. Please do."
The picture in the dirt was anything from amateur. Iruka was very smart for his age, almost the same way Kakashi was when he was younger. He transgressed through Shinobi rankings like a knife to butter, but he's still impressed. He knows that Iruka must know all of this already, but wants to see how well he can do it himself.
"Alright." Kakashi poises a kunai and bends his knees, "Show me what you can do."
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Another two hours later, and the two Shinobi are beat. Iruka couldn't stand on his own without clutching onto the nearby tree, or just sinking to his knees and letting his body weight slump. He sported several minor cuts and many other bruises littered his body. Kakashi only had a few evident bruises, but Iruka knew he was hurting in other places. This brought a grin to his face as he finally did slump to the ground, his hand trailing on the bark, breath escaping in a small groan.
The gray shinobi is still on his feet and making his way over to his sparring partner slowly, "That's... Enough for now. Can you stand?"
Above anything else, Iruka would never let Kakashi carry him home because he was too weak to walk himself. He takes a moment to breathe, then buries his hand deep into the bark of the tree to tries to pull himself up. His knees are shaking and soon buckle together all too willingly as he holds his place on the tree. Iruka is flushing a brilliant shade of red, curving up his eyebrows searching for any chakra he had left in him to aid him in at least -moving-. Kakashi sighs and places a hand on Iruka's shoulder. The Chuunin flinches, but the Jounin does not let that stir him. He motions Iruka to put his arm over his neck for balance, unable to find a better way to argue against it, he complies.
"It's alright. I'll take you home."
"...."
"You did great, Iruka-kun, don't worry!"
"...Kakashi?"
"What is it?"
"Just...Iruka." He almost whispers it, finally giving into the help fully and slumping his body weight further on the other. Kakashi wasn't injured enough to protest, rather, he smiled gently and helped the Chuunin back to his apartment. It took them about fifteen minutes to get down the hill and grove to the village, and another fifteen to walk to Iruka's place. How Kakashi knew, he did not ask, but he did let the Jounin fish around his pockets to find the key without Iruka's help. Eventually, Kakashi had a key and was bringing them both into the living room.
"The best treatment for your wounds is to soak them throughly at this point."
"...What about you?"
"I'll be fine. I'll deal with my own later... You have a bathtub, do you not?"
It took a little persuading to get the details out of Iruka, and a lot more to actually get him to take his clothes off. He stumbled and slipped out of the other's grip so many times, Kakashi finally had to say something;
"Oh for Hokage's sake. We're both men. It's not like you don't have anything more than I do." This only made it worse. A little more persuasion and Kakashi has already drawn a warm bath to sink the Chuunin into. The whole time, his hands never left Iruka's shoulders. Iruka was trying to forget anything was going on that given point in time, sinking low into the water and relaxing himself. No perverted weirdo was in your bathroom, you just had a bad day... You just had a–...
The hands at his shoulders were pressing into muscles, rounding them and rubbing them both softly, not deep enough to be rough. It was so heavenly. Iruka sighs content, letting go of his edge completely. Why was Kakashi so nice to him...?
The notion to rub Iruka's shoulders was idle. Mechanical. The comfortable silence even brought the trickling water to a thick silence that wrapped around them both in a warm steam blanket. The silver haired Jounin let his cheek rub up against the side of Iruka's hair in the moment, then he stirrs himself awake with a jolt, the water breaking the silence as Iruka turns around. Kakashi scratches the back of his head, his eye curved up sheepishly and it looked like he was blushing under his facial mask,
"Pardon... Stay in there for a little while longer. I'd best get myself home. Same thing tomorrow morning?"
"...Sure. See you then?"
Kakashi nods and makes his way out of the bathroom backwards, bowing his head down as he closes it slowly. The Jounin's touch lingered on Iruka's shoulders for as long as it should have, Iruka's own hand coming up to touch his shoulder briefly before sinking back into the water. There was something about Kakashi now that Iruka missed before; a gentleness around him when he wasn't kicking Iruka's ass into the dirt, A soft genuine voice when he wasn't mouthing his opinion blatantly (or perversely). Iruka shakes his head furiously and smacks his forehead a few times with the hell of his palm. Ugh! No! -Kakashi-! If he knew Iruka was thinking these things, he would have taken advantage of it for sure. The brown haired shinobi growls at himself and bends over to pick at the drain stopper.
The sun was setting beyond the mountains; casting strokes of color through the sky intertwined with white puffy overlays that spread themselves out like sunning felines. They faded into the rapidly appearing stars overhead that pierced the color and darkening skies into hundreds more luminous sources or light.
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Sorry That took so long (and is short again 6.6). Had slumps and what have you; school. Backpack was stolen out from under my nose last weekend so I wasn't very happy either =.= Tiny things have been making it hard to cope, but I have wonderful friends and a wonderful boyfriend to help me through it *snugs them*
Reviews appreciated~
Onward, men! No long stupid intro!
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"See. When you're jumping at that angle, you leave thirty percent of your right body radius open."
"Oh, really. Then why don't you force chakra flow to the right of your abdomen to push it away quicker?"
"Amateur."
"Who are you calling amateur?!"
"Reversing flow from the left will cause imbalance. You'll faulter as soon as you shift your weight and leave yourself open another twenty percent of the time you could have also used the -same- ammount of chakra on to just execute Kawimiri."
Iruka is silent a moment, furrowing his brow before picking up a stick and drawing a diagram in the dirt. Both are leaning on their haunches with the slightest bit of fatigue in their breath, "Okay. Dissmiss foilage in this area." He sketches a few primative trees and arcs a semi-circle from one of them to an 'X' on the opposite side, "What if you had an assault coming from both above," He draws a line straight up from the X into the air, and a diagonal one jutting out towards the left, "and to the side like this? Would it be possible to execute kawimiri before taking damage?"
"If you're that far away from the tree, it wouldn't be."
"That's what I was -saying-."
"You never said anything about kawimiri."
"I already dissmissed it! Which would you have rather done? Wasting energy on that silly jutsu or just becoming off balance for a moment?"
"Hmm. Good question..." Kakashi steals the stick and points to the assault lines. Iruka watches,
"Assault coming from both those angles would require you to arc your body to the right instead. A flip. If they try to assault again, use the same method until you're close enough to do effective replacment." Iruka pouts.
"You turn my lose-lose into me looking stupid."
"You look cute when you're frustrated."
The Chuunin flushes red and glares at Kakashi who only smiles at him innocently from under his mask, "It's a well thought out argument, Iruka-kun, it's just lacking a bit more strategic maneuvering."
"Who got their arm cut for what, then?"
"I wasn't taking you as serious as I should have been." Iruka opens his mouth to speak, but can't find the words. It was nice to hear praise again. Whenever he heard it from Kakashi, it made his heart flutter. He didn't know why, but it just did. The gray shinobi just tilts his head to the side and grins again before patting Iruka on the shoulder, "Let's try that maneuvering then? I'm sure it will be beneficial."
"Can you mock the occurance correctly?"
"Are you kidding? This is pre-school."
"Kakashi...."
"...Kidding! Kidding!! I jest, c'mon, I know how to do this. Really."
"For your sake, you better."
"Why is that?"
"....Do I need to elaborate?"
"Tempting."
"Masochist..!"
Kakashi laughs and pulls Iruka to his feet by his wrists. Both were avoiding talk from earlier like it never happened. They met later that day and just started sparring. Questions came to mind half way through, so they had to stop and debate with each other about strategic matters like this every half hour or so. Kakashi didn't like the Iruka he saw in they alley way. He looked afraid of him and completely useless. He sees a great fighter in Iruka, but it's going to take some time to mold correctly. "By the way," He adds, the moment they're both on their feet, "What do you do in your spare time besides sparring?"
"..Why...Why so interested?"
"Just curious."
"....I read, Kakashi." Iruka is glaring at Kakashi as if the shinobi was expecting a different, more colorful answer. One he would not oblige to.
"Well, That's great. I love to read too. You should pick up a couple of scrolls from the library I know of sometime. They might help you with different and classic assault and strategic setups and situations.
"I'm interested. Please do."
The picture in the dirt was anything from amateur. Iruka was very smart for his age, almost the same way Kakashi was when he was younger. He transgressed through Shinobi rankings like a knife to butter, but he's still impressed. He knows that Iruka must know all of this already, but wants to see how well he can do it himself.
"Alright." Kakashi poises a kunai and bends his knees, "Show me what you can do."
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Another two hours later, and the two Shinobi are beat. Iruka couldn't stand on his own without clutching onto the nearby tree, or just sinking to his knees and letting his body weight slump. He sported several minor cuts and many other bruises littered his body. Kakashi only had a few evident bruises, but Iruka knew he was hurting in other places. This brought a grin to his face as he finally did slump to the ground, his hand trailing on the bark, breath escaping in a small groan.
The gray shinobi is still on his feet and making his way over to his sparring partner slowly, "That's... Enough for now. Can you stand?"
Above anything else, Iruka would never let Kakashi carry him home because he was too weak to walk himself. He takes a moment to breathe, then buries his hand deep into the bark of the tree to tries to pull himself up. His knees are shaking and soon buckle together all too willingly as he holds his place on the tree. Iruka is flushing a brilliant shade of red, curving up his eyebrows searching for any chakra he had left in him to aid him in at least -moving-. Kakashi sighs and places a hand on Iruka's shoulder. The Chuunin flinches, but the Jounin does not let that stir him. He motions Iruka to put his arm over his neck for balance, unable to find a better way to argue against it, he complies.
"It's alright. I'll take you home."
"...."
"You did great, Iruka-kun, don't worry!"
"...Kakashi?"
"What is it?"
"Just...Iruka." He almost whispers it, finally giving into the help fully and slumping his body weight further on the other. Kakashi wasn't injured enough to protest, rather, he smiled gently and helped the Chuunin back to his apartment. It took them about fifteen minutes to get down the hill and grove to the village, and another fifteen to walk to Iruka's place. How Kakashi knew, he did not ask, but he did let the Jounin fish around his pockets to find the key without Iruka's help. Eventually, Kakashi had a key and was bringing them both into the living room.
"The best treatment for your wounds is to soak them throughly at this point."
"...What about you?"
"I'll be fine. I'll deal with my own later... You have a bathtub, do you not?"
It took a little persuading to get the details out of Iruka, and a lot more to actually get him to take his clothes off. He stumbled and slipped out of the other's grip so many times, Kakashi finally had to say something;
"Oh for Hokage's sake. We're both men. It's not like you don't have anything more than I do." This only made it worse. A little more persuasion and Kakashi has already drawn a warm bath to sink the Chuunin into. The whole time, his hands never left Iruka's shoulders. Iruka was trying to forget anything was going on that given point in time, sinking low into the water and relaxing himself. No perverted weirdo was in your bathroom, you just had a bad day... You just had a–...
The hands at his shoulders were pressing into muscles, rounding them and rubbing them both softly, not deep enough to be rough. It was so heavenly. Iruka sighs content, letting go of his edge completely. Why was Kakashi so nice to him...?
The notion to rub Iruka's shoulders was idle. Mechanical. The comfortable silence even brought the trickling water to a thick silence that wrapped around them both in a warm steam blanket. The silver haired Jounin let his cheek rub up against the side of Iruka's hair in the moment, then he stirrs himself awake with a jolt, the water breaking the silence as Iruka turns around. Kakashi scratches the back of his head, his eye curved up sheepishly and it looked like he was blushing under his facial mask,
"Pardon... Stay in there for a little while longer. I'd best get myself home. Same thing tomorrow morning?"
"...Sure. See you then?"
Kakashi nods and makes his way out of the bathroom backwards, bowing his head down as he closes it slowly. The Jounin's touch lingered on Iruka's shoulders for as long as it should have, Iruka's own hand coming up to touch his shoulder briefly before sinking back into the water. There was something about Kakashi now that Iruka missed before; a gentleness around him when he wasn't kicking Iruka's ass into the dirt, A soft genuine voice when he wasn't mouthing his opinion blatantly (or perversely). Iruka shakes his head furiously and smacks his forehead a few times with the hell of his palm. Ugh! No! -Kakashi-! If he knew Iruka was thinking these things, he would have taken advantage of it for sure. The brown haired shinobi growls at himself and bends over to pick at the drain stopper.
The sun was setting beyond the mountains; casting strokes of color through the sky intertwined with white puffy overlays that spread themselves out like sunning felines. They faded into the rapidly appearing stars overhead that pierced the color and darkening skies into hundreds more luminous sources or light.
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Sorry That took so long (and is short again 6.6). Had slumps and what have you; school. Backpack was stolen out from under my nose last weekend so I wasn't very happy either =.= Tiny things have been making it hard to cope, but I have wonderful friends and a wonderful boyfriend to help me through it *snugs them*
Reviews appreciated~