A/N I just wanted to write a story where Iruka jumps out a window…

Kakashi/Iruka

Very adorabubble.

9th in the series.

Flee!

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"Oi, Iruka, you alright there?" A slightly-semi-tipsy-maybe-a-little-bit-drunk Kotestsu

questioned. "You seem a liiiiiiiiitle bit out of it."

Raidou and Izumo – Who were also slight-semi-tipsy-maybe-a-little-bit-drunk – nodded in agreement, making an unnecessarily large show of shuffling towards their contemplative friend.

"Uhm," the scarred chuunin mumbled. "It's nothing. Silly, really. No need to fuss."

"Nonsense!" Raidou exclaimed, throwing his hands up. "If it's troubling you, itis veery important." He slapped his hands down on the wooden table (Iruka's kitchen table) to emphasize his point.

"Well, I-," he hesitated.

"Yeeeees." They all moved in closer.

He muttered something under his breath, so quietly it would have been a challenge for Kiba to pick up.

"Speak up, Ruky-dear!" Kotetsu encouraged.

"In…Love…"

Mass. Chaos.

"Aawwwwwwwww! Sqqqqquuueeeeee! So cuuuteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Iruka's getting laaiid. Iruka's getting laaaiiid!"

"About goddamn time!"

Iruka was blushing a shade to rival Hinata. "N-No, guys, It's not like that! It's not reciprocated…"

Their blurry minds took a couple of seconds to connect his words with meanings.

"Oh," Izumo gasped, looking at his downcast friend with sympathy. "Oh, you don't deserve this. What did she say?"

"I-I…"

Raidou sighed. "Iruka, louder, please."

"He didn't say anything, because I didn't tell him. I just know that he doesn't feel the same way. He doesn't even know I exist…" The teacher slumped in his chair miserably, face-fiving the table.

About five minutes later, his friends finally processed all the substantial information he had mumble-mumbled out.

Being intelligent, capable ninja's, their replies were eloquent and well thought out.

"Oh."

"I see…"

"Like, woah."

"And how do you know he doesn't feel the same way?"

The four chuunin head's snapped up. Four sets of eyebrows creased. There were three people obliged to reply, yet four voices had sounded. So, unless Iruka had a secret habit of having conversations with himself…

Logically, there was another person in the room…

"Yo."

"EEP!" Iruka leapt up, eyes wide and startled. "K-Kakashi."

"Hello, Iruka. Please continue with the conversation. It was very enlightening. Though, if I could, may I enquire into the identity of the object of you affections?"

"I-I, er…"

"Yes?"

"Um…" Iruka paused. "Flee!"

Iruka did so, jumping at the window, running ninja style over the rooftops.

The four remaining shinobi watched him silently for a few moments, before the masked jounin spoke.

"Thanks for the help, guys."

"No problem, Kakashi. Anything to help you two get together."

"Oh, yeah, he's so got it bad for you."

"Yup." Kakashi nodded in satisfaction. "I suppose I'd better go chase after him, scare him a little, then ravish him shamelessly."

"Sounds like an evening."

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Wasn't that so adorable?

I want Kakashi to ravish me shamelessly –tear-

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