Took me long enough, I know, but I had to remember the plot of this here story.
Its back, and it has a purpose now! Woot!
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me, but my insanity is mine! All mine!
A lot of use of the "F" word. If you don't like it, cover your ears.
Not exactly Boy-boy love, but not yaoi. Just a twisted and dysfunctional relationship.
But oddly enough, it's not KakaIru... yet.
The moonless night shadowed the leaf village, bringing with it a leaden darkness that served to hide the secrets that lay within the ninja town. In the daytime, the village portrayed itself as a seemingly harmless and lively city flourished with average, everyday people, hustling and bustling about in their average, everyday mundane tasks. At night, however, was when the true keepers of the city came out. Only when the sun had long set in the horizon was when the assassins, the weapon-crazed, the blood-born sentinels, the infiltrators and the deceivers came out and mingled with each other.
All the while the exhausted and defenseless morning-bound citizens slept peacefully and feeling ironically well protected by these dwellers of the night.
Still, despite the citizens knowing that these nocturnal creatures were meant to protect the village, it was still an unspoken rule that none should venture into the night, less they do so at their own risk. Any citizen would be oh-so vulnerable to confrontation between ninja (whether between friends or foes) or worse yet, they may experience confrontation against one of the newly appointed night-dwellers who stirred things up unnecessarily in the hopes of making a name for themselves or simply to chase away boredom.
"Well, well, well! If it ain't the little sea-pig! I haven't seen you around these parts for a while. What brings you to MY turf?"
Unfortunately even fellow ninja were not safe from the same night-dwellers that inundated themselves within the shadows. Wanting so much to reach up and pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration, Iruka slowed to stop from his journey to his apartment. With slow and deliberate movements, he shifted his head slightly to look over his shoulder as to half-heartedly acknowledge the owner of the voice and the voice's giggling lackeys.
"Piss off, Mizuki. I've had a shitty day! And must I remind you? If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have gained this 'turf', so the least you can do is go fuck yourself or have one of your followers do that and let me head home."
For a moment, nothing was said. A brief gust of wind could have floored the silver-haired teen's lackeys simply from the sheer awe and shock that they were going through. Normally, they would have pounced upon this lanky upstart for even daring to disrespect, much less curse at their leader. That was, at least, had they not heard of the scarred boy's reputation beforehand. They had heard from their leader that, despite his late entry into Chuunin-hood, this boy was not to be underestimated. Legend had it that this effeminate, pony-tailed, waif of a ninja had terrorized Jounin, successfully played pranks on the ANBU, caused mass hysteria within the citizens, and despite it all, he was still in good terms with the Hokage himself! To top it off, he had been their leader's genin teammate and it was said that Mizuki had owed his life to the scrawny chuunin. Perhaps, with that in mind, the lackeys figured their leader would go easy on the younger teen.
Then again, one should also keep in mind that most lackeys are not known for their intelligence.
A brief flare of chakra was all the warning Iruka had before he found himself slammed against the wall of a nearby building. Trying to claw away the forearm that was pressed against his neck, pinning and at the same time choking him, Iruka peered a glazed eye towards his assailant. Mizuki's eyes returned the gaze, only his were narrowed into thin, sharp, and grey slits. The snarl of anger and contempt on the silver-haired boy's thin lips suffocated Iruka more than the forearm ever could. Not easing up on the pressure of the choke-hold, Mizuki tilted his head to the side to address the shock-stricken lackeys.
"Leave."
Either they knew well enough not to disobey their leader when he was this pissed, or they dared not find out what may happen to them if they disregarded the sharp yet quietly spoken command, the graceless lackeys scrambled off to the distance as if chased by the Kyuubi itself! Some of the lackeys even had enough sense or enough wits about them to hastily wish the poor, scarred boy a peaceful journey to the afterlife.
When the silver-haired boy no longer sensed any of the familiar chakra, he eased up his forearm, causing the once-choking boy to gasp in a grateful gulp of air. Coughing out the stale air in his lungs, Iruka clutched at Mizuki's arm again, however, this time to simply maintain his balance. He had almost passed out that time and he cursed at the bastard before him! When Iruka felt that he had enough oxygen in his system and regained enough strength back in his legs, he snapped his head up to glare furiously at the grinning prick. He was about to let out a long string of expletives… when he found himself breathless again; this time from an aggressive and invasive kiss given by the elder ninja.
Feeling his knees grow weak, he once again clutched at the forearm that was now gently leaning against his neck. He dearly hoped that this wouldn't grow to be a habit. His mind seemed to stutter to a halt as the silver-haired teen's tongue thrust itself to the back of the brown-haired boy's mouth, overwhelming and demanding dominance: A dominance that was frequently, but sometimes not so easily given whenever the two teens met. Soon the tongue slowly withdrew and dry, pale but warm lips sucked at the wet and trembling tan skinned mouth. The soft feel of skin against skin was short-lived as bright straight teeth nibbled harshly against the scarred-boy's lips, scraping and nipping and bruising their way down to a smooth and dark neck. Eyes tightened with pain and a soft grunt of protest was voiced by the younger boy when the hard clack of bone against bone was felt as Mizuki slammed his hips towards the other's hip. It was only when he felt something, not as hard as bone but definitely not mere skin, thrust against enough to bruise his thigh that the brown-haired boy gathered enough wits to push away from the elder boy.
"Fuckin'… horny… bastard! Do you know… how hard it's getting… explaining these marks to the onsen elders?" Iruka breathed out heavily, still trying to regain some lost oxygen to chase away the white spots surrounding his vision.
Pulling away slowly, and deliberately brushing his hands down the tan boy's skin while slate grey eyes drank up the flushed vision of dark skin and livid and narrowed dark eyes before him, Mizuki merely grinned in response to the other's protest. It was all a game. For Mizuki and Iruka, it would always be simply a test of limits between them both. How long could one last while being choked or endure pain from the other? How much can one restrain themselves from the constant teasing and flirting? How far could they go before going "too far?" Surprisingly enough, it was Iruka that initiated this game, but it was Mizuki that always pushed up the limits. Still, sometimes, for Mizuki, there was this constant and growing urge to disregard the rules of the game, especially when his senses were overloaded from the skin on skin contact and the dry humping. Several times Mizuki had wished to stop playing around, strip Iruka bare, grab a fistful of those brown silky locks, and just slam the younger boy to the wall to fuck him senseless.
Disregarding the rules, however, would make Mizuki the loser, and if there was anything Mizuki hated, it was to lose to anything or anyone, including himself.
Still, he couldn't wait until the day when he would test out the limits of how many times Iruka would scream his name in one night, and from how far they've gone this time, it wasn't too long off. For Mizuki, it was not a question of whether he was gay or straight; it was all about control and dominance. So long, since they had been mere academy students, had Mizuki wished to conquer the impetuous and stubborn-headed brunette, to break him, to humble him, to claim him. Iruka's cocky and brash attitude had always rubbed Mizuki the wrong way, and it only had gotten worse after he had started hanging around that slut of a traitorous whore, Anko.
"Mizuki… when you're done contemplating mass genocide and all those other fluffy-bunny, sun-shining ideas of yours, I have a favor to ask you."
Breaking away from his thoughts, Mizuki turned away and curtly scoffed at the statement against his ponderings but then shifted to raise a curious, silver brow at the grinning brunette.
"I thought you wanted to go home? Ah well. So, who are you pranking this time? Ebisu? Ibiki's still out on a mission. Let me guess, you want to ship a truckload of eye-drops to the Uchiha family and switch the Hyuuga family scrolls with those in Braille?"
Iruka's open laughter and the amused smile was just filled with such childish innocence that Mizuki couldn't help but feel a brief pang of reminiscence. Even for the briefest of moments, it had been too long since Iruka had been so relaxed and his expression so pure. It reminded him of the days before the Kyuubi, a time before the hurt, before the sorrow. Of course, the show of innocence only made Mizuki want to claim Iruka even more so. Shaking his head, he gave a bored and annoyed expression and raised a brow to the other boy, as if silently demanding the other to explain the favor.
"No… but those were definitely brilliant ideas. Perhaps next time?" It was here that Iruka's smile faded and his once lively eyes shadowed with an emotion that was simply too chaotic and too troubled to identify. Turning away to stare at crack in the neighboring building, Iruka spoke again, this time his voice thick with strain, as if focusing his energy not to explode then and there. "Tomorrow… I plan to meet with the Kyuubi and..."
Whatever else that would have been said was cut off abruptly as Mizuki clenched his fingers and squeezed the tanned boy's chin, halting any movement. Mizuki's eyes blazed with array of swirling emotions, ranging from confusion, anger, hurt, betrayal, and a bit of fear.
"You're fucking mad! Not this! No! I know you wouldn't dare on your own. Who the fuck set you up to do this? I swear Iruka, if Anko put you up to this… when I get through with her, she'll think her time with Orochimaru was fucking day at the beach!" Mizuki was surprised how hard it was to control the shaking of his voice. For him, thoughts of the Kyuubi still plagued his nightmares. And while it had been only four or five years since the incident, it was still fresh and painful as a kunai to the jugular. Heck, he didn't realize his hands were trembling until he felt warm steady hands overlapping those still clenching Iruka's chin, and pulling them away gently.
"I'm tired of being scared, Mizu…"
Mizuki couldn't help but narrow his eyes as Iruka called him once again by his childhood nick-name. Again, it had been too long. Any further thoughts, however, froze when the brown-haired boy leaned over and rest his chin on the other's shoulder and caused the younger boy to brush his warm lips on the pale, November-chilled ear. It was only when Iruka wrapped his arms around Mizuki's neck and his own head that he was about to protest about the weird display… that was, until he heard the younger teen's quiet voice chilling him to the spot and yet warming his neck at the same time.
"...we're being watched…."
Mizuki closed his eyes and nodded as he wrapped his arms around Iruka's waist, and slipped his hands under the other boy's shirt. They had been spied on while planning for pranks and other deviancies so they set up a procedure in case of an emergency. There had been rumors of their "closeness" and they decided to take advantage of it fully! They would embrace like a loving couple and Iruka would dig his hands into Mizuki's hair, while Mizuki would slip his fingers within the clothes and start tapping in code their plans. Due to the obstruction, and sly natures, the majority of what passed through laid unnoticed or unrecognized by even the most experienced of shinobi.
Iruka began tapping against Mizuki's neck that the idea was indeed Anko's, but the plan was his. He began to layout the plan to the older boy, all the while looking like he was simply caressing the silver-haired boy's head. Mizuki gave a soft grunt at what seemed like random times, but was instead expressing agreement or confusion at several of the coding.
With their plan thought out, Iruka slid away from Mizuki's embrace and gave him a knowing smile. By now Mizuki had felt the unknown and hovering presence flicker giving indication that they were still here. Well… may as well give a bit of a show to their audience.
Without warning, Mizuki sunk his hands deep between the pant-line of the younger teen's chuunin uniform and shamelessly grabbed on to the bare flesh he found within. With a chuckle at the other's shocked expression, he brought a hand to pull away the neckline to the other's outfit and bit down at the bare skin available. Sucking and nipping until a large, wet, red mark glowed brightly enough to almost be seen under the clothing. Dodging a chakra enhanced swing to the head and ignoring a rude and derogatory comment about his lineage; Mizuki gave a satisfied chuckle and skipped off towards his end of the village, leaving Iruka to stomp his way to the opposite end as the boy made his way home.
Once again only darkness reigned the alleyways of the city, but the darkness was not opaque enough to shroud the glaring blue and swirling red eye that observed quietly in its depths. The eyes didn't stay long and in two blinks their presence and existence disappeared, leaving the shadows and the slight highlighting of the morning light to battle silently in their everlasting fight for dominance.
Okay folks! I promise Iruka and Naruto will finally meet in the next chapter.I just had to build up the mood!
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