A/N: Back again with more drabble-randomness yay!

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Volant

18/06/2012:

Volant \VOH-luhnt\ , adjective:
1. Moving lightly; nimble.
2. Engaged in or having the power of flight.

Iruka loved watching Kakashi train; to him it was like watching poetry in motion the fluidness of his movements making him seem more like a force of nature than a mere human. He watched as the silver-haired man picked up his blade once more and began the intricate dance like movements, the metal catching the rays of the early morning sun. The brunette watched utterly mesmerised as Kakashi swung the blade the arc seeming to create a wing of light behind the man and Iruka wondered how anyone could make such a thing look so effortless.

Apparently sensing the other mans presence Kakashi stopped and turned to face Iruka a cheeky look in his mis-matched eyes. Then without saying so much as a word he darted off through the trees leaving a thoroughly confused Iruka behind.

He was only confused for a second as he felt a movement behind him and the softly muttered.

"You're it."

Now understanding the game for what it was Iruka smiled to himself and leapt into the trees intent on chasing down his erstwhile lover. The two men leapt through the boughs and branches, laughing and playing like children dancing on the back of the wind like birds flying high above the world. For the first time in a long, long time the brunette felt free and that was the greatest high of all, lifting his feet from the ground with a nimbleness he'd been unaware of possessing. Beside him he heard Kakashi laugh and flash through the trees alongside him.

Iruka smirked and dove to the left in an attempt to catch hold of the Jounin but the silver-haired man just dodged swinging up on a tree branch like a monkey.

"Come now Iruka, you can do better than that can't you?" He teased, crossing his arms and leaning against the tree branch.

Below him the brunette smirked knowing that the Jounin's cocky attitude had once again caused him to underestimate him. There was a flicker in the shadows behind Kakashi and in a flash Kakashi had been tackled from behind by what was assumed to be a clone, causing them both to fall the short distance to the ground.

They landed heavily, both slightly winded from the impact and grinned at one another Iruka's arms wound tightly around the silver-haired mans waist.

"I win."

A throaty chuckle erupted from Kakashi and he nodded unable to deny the simple truth.

"Yeah you do, the grand prize."

The Jounin adjusted their position and pulled down his mask leaning forward and pressing his lips to the other mans.

And at that moment Iruka truly felt like he was flying.

~End~

A/N: OMG SOOOOO cheesy *Facedesk* But kinda cute I suppose lol. Reviews shall be showered with virtual cookies and Glomps. XD