Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Little Spark: Intro to Fire Hound ❯ Brotherly Love ( Chapter 2 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: rollaroach 
Kamachi tries to gain Kakashi's friendship, but the young Lord quickly learns that it's going to take more then a flashy grin to win over the irrate Genin's affection...and his sister!
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Comedy / Martial Arts / Mystery / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.14.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 277 | Status: Completed
Kamachi tries to gain Kakashi's friendship, but the young Lord quickly learns that it's going to take more then a flashy grin to win over the irrate Genin's affection...and his sister!
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Comedy / Martial Arts / Mystery / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.14.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 277 | Status: Completed
Spark: Intro to Fire Hound
Act 1: The Making of a Little Spark
Chapter 2: Brotherly Love
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Kakashi sighed and hung his head. He’d tried 32 different codes and all of them were wrong.
“My sisters’ the devil…” He whined as he typed in 0-6-6-6. To his shock, the screen flashed and an image of a woman in ecstasy appeared on the screen. He looked down at the remote for a moment, then sat back in his seat, eyes glued to the television. “Sweet…Bed Bunnies 4…”
No sooner did Kakashi finally relax, the front door flung open, causing him to jump, and the remote to go flying across the room towards the kitchen. Knowing how much trouble he would be in if she caught him watching the forbidden channel again, he quickly pulled himself up and swung his leg across the TV, turning it off with his big toe. But the immediate action caused him severe pain in his side as he slowly brought himself back into the chair, moaning loudly.
Akita entered the room and dropped the basket of herbs. She ran to his side upon hearing his painful cries.
“Kakashi! What happened? Are you alright?” She began fluffing the pillow that supported his side.
“I’m…fine…” He groaned. “I…just…dropped the remote. I tried to go and get it…”
“You little fool! You know you can’t move! What were you thinking?” She scolded.
“I’m…sorry.” His eyes darted nervously. Normally, she could tell immediately when he was lying, but something seemed to be distracting her.
“Hey, little buddy!” A new, masculine voice rang out.
Kakashi looked up and jumped again at the new presence of a very attractive man standing in the living room.
“Who the Hell are you?” He snapped.
“Kakashi!” Akita scolded again. “Where’s your manners? This is Lord Kamachi Inuzuka.” She said his name with such pride as she looked lovingly at him. “He wants to help you.”
“What if I don’t want his help?” Kakashi hissed; his eyes narrowed.
Akita prepared to scold him again, but Kamachi interrupted.
“Why don’t I just stay here for a while and get to know him a little better? Nobody wants a stranger to touch them, after all.”
“Well, alright. You two get to know each other while I wash your clothes.”
Kamachi began to disrobe slowly. Kakashi’s eyebrow slowly ascended.
This doesn’t feel appropriate… He thought to himself, shaking his head.
Akita meanwhile, looked as though she needed to be hosed down, as she watched with great interest as Kamachi stripped down to a pair of boxer shorts. He removed his shirt, revealing rippling muscles from his chest to his abs. Even his arms bulged like tiny mountains. Akita swooned at the magnificent sight of the well-built young Lord. Kakashi, sensing his sisters’ impure thoughts, covered his eyes in embarrassment.
“Well…” Akita sighed as she slowly reached for the clothes. “I’ll just…get these cleaned up in a jiffy…” She giggled as she bundled the dirty clothes under her arms, never once taking her eyes off of Kamachi’s glistening body.
As if to emphasize their lusty thoughts, Katavi gave a long and very loud whinny from outside. Kakashi now had both hands covering his face as his muffled groans of shame fell on deaf ears. He peeked out from between his fingers. The 2 of them looked as though they were going to devour each other in the room that very second.
“ARE YOU GOING TO DO HIS FREAKIN’ LAUNDRY OR NOT!?” Kakashi finally lost it.
The sudden outburst caused them both to jump, but at least it snapped them out of their daze.
“Right…” Akita gasped out. “I’m going to go…yeah…” She couldn’t even finish her sentence as she turned and walked away. She stopped when she came to the living room window, then blushed and walked by Kamachi again. “Laundry room is that way.” She giggled as she passed him and disappeared behind a door.
Once she was out of sight, Kamachi turned his attention to Kakashi, who just sat there, arms crossed, eyes narrow and brows furrowed. Kamachi grinned and walked over to the perturbed young ninja and took a seat in the stool Akita was seated in earlier.
“So, little brother Kakashi…can you show me where it hurts?” He asked in a kind, but condescending tone.
Kakashi lifted his hand, as though to point out the area that pained him, but to Kamachi’s dismay, the preteen boy simply flipped him the middle finger with a smile on his busted up little face.
“Ah, I see.” Kamachi grinned. “You think my intentions with your sister are impure, don’t you? Well, you needn’t worry about that. I think your sister is beautiful and kind and spunky. If we do go out sometime, I promise I’ll treat her very well. What do you think of that?”
Kakashi flipped him off again, only this time, with both hands. Kamachi simply laughed.
“How old are you, Kakashi?” He asked, amused.
“Old enough to stab you in your smug face.” Kakashi growled. “How old are you?”
“Old enough to be your brother-in-law.” Kamachi grinned.
Kamachi wasn’t expecting the bed-ridden boy to lash out with lightning-fast reflexes, but in a flash, Kakashi’s right hand was tightly gripped around his larynx. With a sharp tug, the ninja pulled the young Lord’s face close to his own and stared into his eyes with malevolent intent.
“Cute, smart ass. But I know exactly what your intentions are with my sister, and if I were you, I’d get the hell out of here before something bad happens, got it?”
“Pretty…big talk…for someone…who’s recovering…from their own ass-whooping.” Kamachi gasped out with a grin.
Kakashi tightened his grip. “If it weren’t for the fact that my knuckles are killing me, I’d punch you in your pretty face.”
“So, what are you going to do? You gonna kiss me instead?” Kamachi smiled again, puckering his lips teasingly.
Kakashi didn’t find the devilish young Lord’s antics very amusing, and tossed him backward with a mighty force. However, Kakashi didn’t expect Kamachi to stumble over the rug and go crashing through the living room window.
“Is everything alright out there?” Akita called from the noisy laundry room. “I thought I heard a crash!”
“No, no!” Kakashi called back nervously. “Everything’s fine, Sis! We’re just…playing a little game, that’s all!”
“Oh, good! I’m so happy to hear you two are getting along!” Akita finished, closing the door.
Kamachi slowly pulled himself to his feet, rubbing his head. Kakashi smiled and tilted his own head curiously.
“You hurt yourself?” He asked with fake concern and an even faker smile.
“You just threw me through a window!” Kamachi groaned, rubbing his hand down his neck and whipping it around, as through trying to fix something loose. “But, no. I think I’m okay.”
“Too bad.” Kakashi nodded. “Now, leave.”
“What…in my boxer shorts?” Kamachi looked down at his body. “C’mon little man, at least wait until Akita gets out of her clothes.”
“WHAT!?” Kakashi roared.
Kamachi tossed his head back and laughed, blushing slightly. “I meant wait until she gets into mine.”
“You son of a…”
“No, that’s not what I meant either! See, you got me nervous and the words are coming out all screwy…”
“You should consider yourself lucky I can’t move…” Kakashi hissed. A sudden idea popped into his head. “I can’t move…but my Shadow Clones can…” He lifted his hands to perform a handseal.
“Kita! Kakashi’s making handseals in the house!” Kamachi cried loudly.
Kakashi couldn’t believe the utter treachery as the laundry room door flew open and Akita’s voice permeated the house.
“KAKASHI, YOU PUT THOSE HANDS DOWN OR SO HELP ME!” She roared from the back of the house. “YOU KNOW THE RULES!”
Kakashi slowly put his hands in his lap, but his glare never left Kamachi, who simply shrugged as he leaned on the windowsill. Kakashi narrowed his eyes.
“You narc, what did you just call my sister?”
“Hmm? Oh, Kita! Yes, ‘Akita’ is a fine name, but I like names that start with ‘K’; like yours, for example. She doesn’t seem to mind it, and I think it suits her.”
“You know my sister for 20 minutes and you changed her frickin’ name?”
“It’s not a change…it’s a variation. ‘Kita’ is short for ‘Akita’. I see no harm in that.”
Kakashi simply continued his harsh stare at the arrogant Inuzuka Lord. Kamachi leaned over the window again and smiled. “You ready to be pals now?”
He quickly dodged the bowl of witch hazel Kakashi let fly through the gaping window. Kamachi peeked from the side cautiously. “I take that as a ‘no’?”
Kakashi pulled the slab of steak from his eye and threw that as well. Kamachi dodged it with ease, but poor Katavi was right in the line of fire. A horse can shoo away a pestering fly with the flick of it’s tail, but when a chunk of meat makes contact with an unexpected stallion’s rump with a sickening ‘slap’, the horse finds it not only shocking, but offensive. Katavi reared, tossed his head wildly and let out a roaring neigh. He turned sharply and charged the window, ears pinned. Kamachi shook his head.
“Oh, boy. Now, you’re gonna get it…”
“You threatening me?” Kakashi growled.
“No.” Kamachi moved out of the way. “But he is.”
Much to Kakashi’s surprise, a massive and angry horse plunged his head and neck through the window, coming just inches away from Kakashi’s face. The perturbed equine proceeded to neigh loudly in the young ninja’s face, bearing its flat teeth. It finished it rage-fueled rant with a heavy snort, spraying Kakashi’s face with horse mucus and causing the adolescent shinobi to flip over in his chair. Satisfied, Katavi removed his head from the window and wandered off to go graze again. Kamachi looked inside to see Kakashi moaning in pain as he lay on his back looking at the ceiling. Worried, he climbed through the window and pulled Kakashi’s chair right-side-up again. Unfortunately, in doing so, it caused Kakashi to fall out of it completely. Kamachi couldn’t help but flinch at the sound of Kakashi’s body falling on the ground with a thud.
“Jeez, I’m real sorry…” He apologized, scooping up the young ninja and placing him back in the chair, despite his protests.
“Put me down!” Kakashi struggled. “I don’t need your help!” The fact that he was being held very close by another man who happened to be in his underwear didn’t help the situation either.
Kamachi ignored the boy’s protests and placed him gently in the chair. He picked up the pillow that was used to support Kakashi’s ribs.
“Give me my damn pillow.” Kakashi snatched it before Kamachi had a chance to hand it to him. He replaced it gingerly, but it pained him very much to shift his weight comfortably. Once he was in a semi-comfortable position, he looked back up at Kamachi, who simply stood over him, grinning that dumb, friendly grin. “What the hell was that?” Kakashi asked irritably.
“That was me helping you.” Kamachi answered.
“Not that.” Kakashi snapped. “THAT.” He pointed to the window where Katavi stood outside, grazing.
“Oh, you mean Katavi!” Kamachi laughed. “That’s my horse.”
“Why do you have a horse? Shouldn’t you have a dog? Inuzuka members are supposed to have dogs.”
“You know, it’s a funny story…” Kamachi began.
“In that case, I don’t care.” Kakashi turned away.
“Oh, come on.” Kamachi insisted. “It’s a great story.” He sat near Kakashi’s chair. Kakashi simply rolled his eyes. “Or, we could watch TV instead…” Kamachi suggested, looking for the remote.
“No!” Kakashi shouted suddenly. “Let’s hear your stupid story.” He decided to humor him.
Kamachi scooted closer to his new ‘buddy’ and proceeded with the story.
“I’m sure you know that when an Inuzuka boy turns 12, he gets to go to a breeder and select a puppy. That dog is supposed to be his friend for life. Well, when I turned 12, it was my turn to pick out a best friend. So, I’m on my way to the breeders’ place when I come across this guy from the Sand Village. He’s a very respectable breeder of Desert Horses, and he’d just come back from a fair where he sold all but one of his yearlings. He was loading up his cart and I noticed this filthy little studcolt tied to the back of the cart. It had to be the most pathetic looking colt I ever seen. He was scrawny, dirty, untamed and spooky. I asked the man about him, and he said that he just couldn’t sell this horse. No one wanted him; he was so homely!” Kamachi stopped to laugh at the memory of Katavi’s puny stature. “I asked him what he was going to do with him, and the guy said the horse was worth more as meat then standing.”
Kakashi cringed at the horrid thought.
“Well, I couldn’t let them slaughter the poor little guy just because no could see the potential in him, so I asked the man if I could possibly buy him. The guy was pretty friendly about it, and told me to just give him what was in my pocket, and he’s mine. Needless to say, I didn’t wind up going to the dog breeders’ place. I knew Katavi would be my best friend from that day on. Pissed my dad off though.”
“What exactly was in your pocket?” Kakashi asked out of mere curiosity.
“Six bucks and a pin up of Kia Fujiyama, Bed-Bunny of the Year.”
Kakashi sat up rigid in his seat. “You bought that horse for 6 bucks AND a pinup of Kia Fujiyama, Bed-Bunny of the Year? Dude, you overpaid.”
Kamachi leaned in close. “I tried to get him for just the six bucks, but that guy…I just couldn’t reason with him!”
Kakashi couldn’t help but laugh. Pleased that he finally made the little snot happy, Kamachi laughed too. Akita entered the room, quite pleased.
“Well, look at you two! Getting along so well!” She gleamed as she reached down and grabbed the basket of herbs, at the same time, tossing Kamachi his clean, dry clothes. She entered the kitchen. “I’m making tea and brownies. Would you like to stay and have some?” Akita offered hopefully.
Kamachi pulled his shirt over his head, his pants already on. “You know…I really wish I could. But, I think I’ve kept the Hokage waiting long enough already.”
“Oh no…” Akita groaned sadly. “Must you go?” She came from the kitchen and gripped his hands tightly.
“Yeah…I’m sorry.” He stepped closer, squeezing her hands tight.
Kakashi cleared his throat uncomfortably in an attempt to let them know that he was still in the room. They parted, but very slowly.
“You know…” Kamachi started. “I’d really like to come back and hang out with your awesome little brother some more. Maybe tomorrow?”
Kakashi raised a suspicious brow.
“Sounds nice.” Akita smiled. “Maybe sometime, I can go to your place…”
Kakashi raised his second brow.
“Maybe tonight…” Kamachi whispered, causing Akita to shudder with anticipation.
“Ew!” Kakashi shouted in disgust. “Child still in the room here!”
Both Akita and Kamachi looked over at him, cheeks pink with embarrassment. They looked at each other one last time.
“See you later.” Kamachi bid his farewell, grabbing her hands in his and kissing them tenderly.
“Better sooner then later.” Akita whispered.
“AHEM!” Kakashi cleared his throat loudly.
After a moment longer of staring, Kamachi left the house, mounted his horse and galloped away. Akita watched him leave, and heaved a heavy sigh before shutting the door. She jumped a little when she noticed her brother, staring at her and shaking his head shamefully.
“What?” She questioned.
“What?” He mocked her surprised tone. “What do you think? I mean, Jeez, Akita, you did everything but arch your back for him!”
“Hey! Watch how you talk to me! This is still my house! And I’m an adult, Kakashi.”
“You’re 17.” Kakashi spat. “How old is he? Did he even bother to tell you?”
Akita blushed and lowered her head. She murmured a number.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Kakashi asked, leaning forward.
“Fifteen.” She said quietly, but enough to where Kakashi could hear her.
“Fifteen!?” He repeated in disbelief. “Seriously? Good Lord…”
“Oh, it’s not like he’s ten, Kakashi!”
“Might as well be!”
Akita stomped into the living room. “It’s a 1 year difference!”
“2 year difference.”
“He’ll be 16 next month! It’s a 1 year and 9 month difference! Besides, who the hell do you think you are? Father?”
Kakashi turned away, stung by the hurtful comment. Akita, too, found the remark to be in bad taste. She walked over to him and squatted near the chair, leaning her head on the arm.
“Look, I understand you want to protect me, Kakashi, but some things are just…none of your business. This is one of those things. Please try and respect that.” She took her brother’s chin in her hand and brought his face to hers. “I think I’m in love with him.”
“How do you know you’re not confusing lust with love?”
“There’s a fine line, little brother. Sometimes it’s difficult to determine…other times, you just know.”
Kakashi tore his eyes away from his sisters’. He wasn’t convinced.
“You might understand one day.” She finished, standing up. Her eyes wandered to the window, where she felt a heavy breeze. Kakashi watched as his sisters' expression went from calm to shock as she cupped her hands over her gaping mouth to muffle her scream, her eyes bulging. With a shaky arm, she pointed to the window. “Wh…Wha…” She stammered, unable to form words.
Kakashi turned around, eyes wide and jaw to the ground. “Oh.” He’d forgotten all about the busted window.
Akita exploded. “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY WINDOW!!!???”
“Umm…funny story…”
Akita dashed to the scene of the crime and looked out, infuriated. “Is that my good bowl lying in the middle of the frickin’ lawn?!”
She pulled her head back in and glared at Kakashi, who was trying very hard not to laugh. A chuckle escaped his lips.
“It’s NOT funny!” She roared.
“Yeah, I know…” Kakashi agreed, trying to force away the smile that threatened to creep onto his face. “Boy, it’s a good thing you have a rich new boyfriend to buy you another one.” He tried to save his own skin.
Akita’s attitude changed suddenly. She smiled slyly and leaned over her little brother, dwarfing him. “Does that mean I have your blessing?”
Kakashi tried to lean as far away as the constricting chair would allow. “As long as it means you won’t try to take advantage of me in my incapacitated state.” He flinched, fearing a wailing.
Akita smiled warmly, knowing she had gotten what she wanted. “I think your tea is ready, little brother! Let me go pour you a cup.” She said cheerfully, practically skipping into the kitchen. She came across the remote on the floor and picked it up. “Oh, wait, the news is on. I wanna see the weather…” She turned to the TV and clicked ‘POWER’ on the remote. Kakashi sat up in his seat, eyes wide.
“Akita! Wait!”
The entire house was suddenly filled with the sounds of lovemaking as the TV flashed bright, X-rated images across the screen. Akita slowly turned to her brother, eyes narrowed.
Kakashi simply smiled sheepishly and blushed. “You know, you really shouldn’t have this channel…”
Act 1: The Making of a Little Spark
Chapter 2: Brotherly Love
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Kakashi sighed and hung his head. He’d tried 32 different codes and all of them were wrong.
“My sisters’ the devil…” He whined as he typed in 0-6-6-6. To his shock, the screen flashed and an image of a woman in ecstasy appeared on the screen. He looked down at the remote for a moment, then sat back in his seat, eyes glued to the television. “Sweet…Bed Bunnies 4…”
No sooner did Kakashi finally relax, the front door flung open, causing him to jump, and the remote to go flying across the room towards the kitchen. Knowing how much trouble he would be in if she caught him watching the forbidden channel again, he quickly pulled himself up and swung his leg across the TV, turning it off with his big toe. But the immediate action caused him severe pain in his side as he slowly brought himself back into the chair, moaning loudly.
Akita entered the room and dropped the basket of herbs. She ran to his side upon hearing his painful cries.
“Kakashi! What happened? Are you alright?” She began fluffing the pillow that supported his side.
“I’m…fine…” He groaned. “I…just…dropped the remote. I tried to go and get it…”
“You little fool! You know you can’t move! What were you thinking?” She scolded.
“I’m…sorry.” His eyes darted nervously. Normally, she could tell immediately when he was lying, but something seemed to be distracting her.
“Hey, little buddy!” A new, masculine voice rang out.
Kakashi looked up and jumped again at the new presence of a very attractive man standing in the living room.
“Who the Hell are you?” He snapped.
“Kakashi!” Akita scolded again. “Where’s your manners? This is Lord Kamachi Inuzuka.” She said his name with such pride as she looked lovingly at him. “He wants to help you.”
“What if I don’t want his help?” Kakashi hissed; his eyes narrowed.
Akita prepared to scold him again, but Kamachi interrupted.
“Why don’t I just stay here for a while and get to know him a little better? Nobody wants a stranger to touch them, after all.”
“Well, alright. You two get to know each other while I wash your clothes.”
Kamachi began to disrobe slowly. Kakashi’s eyebrow slowly ascended.
This doesn’t feel appropriate… He thought to himself, shaking his head.
Akita meanwhile, looked as though she needed to be hosed down, as she watched with great interest as Kamachi stripped down to a pair of boxer shorts. He removed his shirt, revealing rippling muscles from his chest to his abs. Even his arms bulged like tiny mountains. Akita swooned at the magnificent sight of the well-built young Lord. Kakashi, sensing his sisters’ impure thoughts, covered his eyes in embarrassment.
“Well…” Akita sighed as she slowly reached for the clothes. “I’ll just…get these cleaned up in a jiffy…” She giggled as she bundled the dirty clothes under her arms, never once taking her eyes off of Kamachi’s glistening body.
As if to emphasize their lusty thoughts, Katavi gave a long and very loud whinny from outside. Kakashi now had both hands covering his face as his muffled groans of shame fell on deaf ears. He peeked out from between his fingers. The 2 of them looked as though they were going to devour each other in the room that very second.
“ARE YOU GOING TO DO HIS FREAKIN’ LAUNDRY OR NOT!?” Kakashi finally lost it.
The sudden outburst caused them both to jump, but at least it snapped them out of their daze.
“Right…” Akita gasped out. “I’m going to go…yeah…” She couldn’t even finish her sentence as she turned and walked away. She stopped when she came to the living room window, then blushed and walked by Kamachi again. “Laundry room is that way.” She giggled as she passed him and disappeared behind a door.
Once she was out of sight, Kamachi turned his attention to Kakashi, who just sat there, arms crossed, eyes narrow and brows furrowed. Kamachi grinned and walked over to the perturbed young ninja and took a seat in the stool Akita was seated in earlier.
“So, little brother Kakashi…can you show me where it hurts?” He asked in a kind, but condescending tone.
Kakashi lifted his hand, as though to point out the area that pained him, but to Kamachi’s dismay, the preteen boy simply flipped him the middle finger with a smile on his busted up little face.
“Ah, I see.” Kamachi grinned. “You think my intentions with your sister are impure, don’t you? Well, you needn’t worry about that. I think your sister is beautiful and kind and spunky. If we do go out sometime, I promise I’ll treat her very well. What do you think of that?”
Kakashi flipped him off again, only this time, with both hands. Kamachi simply laughed.
“How old are you, Kakashi?” He asked, amused.
“Old enough to stab you in your smug face.” Kakashi growled. “How old are you?”
“Old enough to be your brother-in-law.” Kamachi grinned.
Kamachi wasn’t expecting the bed-ridden boy to lash out with lightning-fast reflexes, but in a flash, Kakashi’s right hand was tightly gripped around his larynx. With a sharp tug, the ninja pulled the young Lord’s face close to his own and stared into his eyes with malevolent intent.
“Cute, smart ass. But I know exactly what your intentions are with my sister, and if I were you, I’d get the hell out of here before something bad happens, got it?”
“Pretty…big talk…for someone…who’s recovering…from their own ass-whooping.” Kamachi gasped out with a grin.
Kakashi tightened his grip. “If it weren’t for the fact that my knuckles are killing me, I’d punch you in your pretty face.”
“So, what are you going to do? You gonna kiss me instead?” Kamachi smiled again, puckering his lips teasingly.
Kakashi didn’t find the devilish young Lord’s antics very amusing, and tossed him backward with a mighty force. However, Kakashi didn’t expect Kamachi to stumble over the rug and go crashing through the living room window.
“Is everything alright out there?” Akita called from the noisy laundry room. “I thought I heard a crash!”
“No, no!” Kakashi called back nervously. “Everything’s fine, Sis! We’re just…playing a little game, that’s all!”
“Oh, good! I’m so happy to hear you two are getting along!” Akita finished, closing the door.
Kamachi slowly pulled himself to his feet, rubbing his head. Kakashi smiled and tilted his own head curiously.
“You hurt yourself?” He asked with fake concern and an even faker smile.
“You just threw me through a window!” Kamachi groaned, rubbing his hand down his neck and whipping it around, as through trying to fix something loose. “But, no. I think I’m okay.”
“Too bad.” Kakashi nodded. “Now, leave.”
“What…in my boxer shorts?” Kamachi looked down at his body. “C’mon little man, at least wait until Akita gets out of her clothes.”
“WHAT!?” Kakashi roared.
Kamachi tossed his head back and laughed, blushing slightly. “I meant wait until she gets into mine.”
“You son of a…”
“No, that’s not what I meant either! See, you got me nervous and the words are coming out all screwy…”
“You should consider yourself lucky I can’t move…” Kakashi hissed. A sudden idea popped into his head. “I can’t move…but my Shadow Clones can…” He lifted his hands to perform a handseal.
“Kita! Kakashi’s making handseals in the house!” Kamachi cried loudly.
Kakashi couldn’t believe the utter treachery as the laundry room door flew open and Akita’s voice permeated the house.
“KAKASHI, YOU PUT THOSE HANDS DOWN OR SO HELP ME!” She roared from the back of the house. “YOU KNOW THE RULES!”
Kakashi slowly put his hands in his lap, but his glare never left Kamachi, who simply shrugged as he leaned on the windowsill. Kakashi narrowed his eyes.
“You narc, what did you just call my sister?”
“Hmm? Oh, Kita! Yes, ‘Akita’ is a fine name, but I like names that start with ‘K’; like yours, for example. She doesn’t seem to mind it, and I think it suits her.”
“You know my sister for 20 minutes and you changed her frickin’ name?”
“It’s not a change…it’s a variation. ‘Kita’ is short for ‘Akita’. I see no harm in that.”
Kakashi simply continued his harsh stare at the arrogant Inuzuka Lord. Kamachi leaned over the window again and smiled. “You ready to be pals now?”
He quickly dodged the bowl of witch hazel Kakashi let fly through the gaping window. Kamachi peeked from the side cautiously. “I take that as a ‘no’?”
Kakashi pulled the slab of steak from his eye and threw that as well. Kamachi dodged it with ease, but poor Katavi was right in the line of fire. A horse can shoo away a pestering fly with the flick of it’s tail, but when a chunk of meat makes contact with an unexpected stallion’s rump with a sickening ‘slap’, the horse finds it not only shocking, but offensive. Katavi reared, tossed his head wildly and let out a roaring neigh. He turned sharply and charged the window, ears pinned. Kamachi shook his head.
“Oh, boy. Now, you’re gonna get it…”
“You threatening me?” Kakashi growled.
“No.” Kamachi moved out of the way. “But he is.”
Much to Kakashi’s surprise, a massive and angry horse plunged his head and neck through the window, coming just inches away from Kakashi’s face. The perturbed equine proceeded to neigh loudly in the young ninja’s face, bearing its flat teeth. It finished it rage-fueled rant with a heavy snort, spraying Kakashi’s face with horse mucus and causing the adolescent shinobi to flip over in his chair. Satisfied, Katavi removed his head from the window and wandered off to go graze again. Kamachi looked inside to see Kakashi moaning in pain as he lay on his back looking at the ceiling. Worried, he climbed through the window and pulled Kakashi’s chair right-side-up again. Unfortunately, in doing so, it caused Kakashi to fall out of it completely. Kamachi couldn’t help but flinch at the sound of Kakashi’s body falling on the ground with a thud.
“Jeez, I’m real sorry…” He apologized, scooping up the young ninja and placing him back in the chair, despite his protests.
“Put me down!” Kakashi struggled. “I don’t need your help!” The fact that he was being held very close by another man who happened to be in his underwear didn’t help the situation either.
Kamachi ignored the boy’s protests and placed him gently in the chair. He picked up the pillow that was used to support Kakashi’s ribs.
“Give me my damn pillow.” Kakashi snatched it before Kamachi had a chance to hand it to him. He replaced it gingerly, but it pained him very much to shift his weight comfortably. Once he was in a semi-comfortable position, he looked back up at Kamachi, who simply stood over him, grinning that dumb, friendly grin. “What the hell was that?” Kakashi asked irritably.
“That was me helping you.” Kamachi answered.
“Not that.” Kakashi snapped. “THAT.” He pointed to the window where Katavi stood outside, grazing.
“Oh, you mean Katavi!” Kamachi laughed. “That’s my horse.”
“Why do you have a horse? Shouldn’t you have a dog? Inuzuka members are supposed to have dogs.”
“You know, it’s a funny story…” Kamachi began.
“In that case, I don’t care.” Kakashi turned away.
“Oh, come on.” Kamachi insisted. “It’s a great story.” He sat near Kakashi’s chair. Kakashi simply rolled his eyes. “Or, we could watch TV instead…” Kamachi suggested, looking for the remote.
“No!” Kakashi shouted suddenly. “Let’s hear your stupid story.” He decided to humor him.
Kamachi scooted closer to his new ‘buddy’ and proceeded with the story.
“I’m sure you know that when an Inuzuka boy turns 12, he gets to go to a breeder and select a puppy. That dog is supposed to be his friend for life. Well, when I turned 12, it was my turn to pick out a best friend. So, I’m on my way to the breeders’ place when I come across this guy from the Sand Village. He’s a very respectable breeder of Desert Horses, and he’d just come back from a fair where he sold all but one of his yearlings. He was loading up his cart and I noticed this filthy little studcolt tied to the back of the cart. It had to be the most pathetic looking colt I ever seen. He was scrawny, dirty, untamed and spooky. I asked the man about him, and he said that he just couldn’t sell this horse. No one wanted him; he was so homely!” Kamachi stopped to laugh at the memory of Katavi’s puny stature. “I asked him what he was going to do with him, and the guy said the horse was worth more as meat then standing.”
Kakashi cringed at the horrid thought.
“Well, I couldn’t let them slaughter the poor little guy just because no could see the potential in him, so I asked the man if I could possibly buy him. The guy was pretty friendly about it, and told me to just give him what was in my pocket, and he’s mine. Needless to say, I didn’t wind up going to the dog breeders’ place. I knew Katavi would be my best friend from that day on. Pissed my dad off though.”
“What exactly was in your pocket?” Kakashi asked out of mere curiosity.
“Six bucks and a pin up of Kia Fujiyama, Bed-Bunny of the Year.”
Kakashi sat up rigid in his seat. “You bought that horse for 6 bucks AND a pinup of Kia Fujiyama, Bed-Bunny of the Year? Dude, you overpaid.”
Kamachi leaned in close. “I tried to get him for just the six bucks, but that guy…I just couldn’t reason with him!”
Kakashi couldn’t help but laugh. Pleased that he finally made the little snot happy, Kamachi laughed too. Akita entered the room, quite pleased.
“Well, look at you two! Getting along so well!” She gleamed as she reached down and grabbed the basket of herbs, at the same time, tossing Kamachi his clean, dry clothes. She entered the kitchen. “I’m making tea and brownies. Would you like to stay and have some?” Akita offered hopefully.
Kamachi pulled his shirt over his head, his pants already on. “You know…I really wish I could. But, I think I’ve kept the Hokage waiting long enough already.”
“Oh no…” Akita groaned sadly. “Must you go?” She came from the kitchen and gripped his hands tightly.
“Yeah…I’m sorry.” He stepped closer, squeezing her hands tight.
Kakashi cleared his throat uncomfortably in an attempt to let them know that he was still in the room. They parted, but very slowly.
“You know…” Kamachi started. “I’d really like to come back and hang out with your awesome little brother some more. Maybe tomorrow?”
Kakashi raised a suspicious brow.
“Sounds nice.” Akita smiled. “Maybe sometime, I can go to your place…”
Kakashi raised his second brow.
“Maybe tonight…” Kamachi whispered, causing Akita to shudder with anticipation.
“Ew!” Kakashi shouted in disgust. “Child still in the room here!”
Both Akita and Kamachi looked over at him, cheeks pink with embarrassment. They looked at each other one last time.
“See you later.” Kamachi bid his farewell, grabbing her hands in his and kissing them tenderly.
“Better sooner then later.” Akita whispered.
“AHEM!” Kakashi cleared his throat loudly.
After a moment longer of staring, Kamachi left the house, mounted his horse and galloped away. Akita watched him leave, and heaved a heavy sigh before shutting the door. She jumped a little when she noticed her brother, staring at her and shaking his head shamefully.
“What?” She questioned.
“What?” He mocked her surprised tone. “What do you think? I mean, Jeez, Akita, you did everything but arch your back for him!”
“Hey! Watch how you talk to me! This is still my house! And I’m an adult, Kakashi.”
“You’re 17.” Kakashi spat. “How old is he? Did he even bother to tell you?”
Akita blushed and lowered her head. She murmured a number.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Kakashi asked, leaning forward.
“Fifteen.” She said quietly, but enough to where Kakashi could hear her.
“Fifteen!?” He repeated in disbelief. “Seriously? Good Lord…”
“Oh, it’s not like he’s ten, Kakashi!”
“Might as well be!”
Akita stomped into the living room. “It’s a 1 year difference!”
“2 year difference.”
“He’ll be 16 next month! It’s a 1 year and 9 month difference! Besides, who the hell do you think you are? Father?”
Kakashi turned away, stung by the hurtful comment. Akita, too, found the remark to be in bad taste. She walked over to him and squatted near the chair, leaning her head on the arm.
“Look, I understand you want to protect me, Kakashi, but some things are just…none of your business. This is one of those things. Please try and respect that.” She took her brother’s chin in her hand and brought his face to hers. “I think I’m in love with him.”
“How do you know you’re not confusing lust with love?”
“There’s a fine line, little brother. Sometimes it’s difficult to determine…other times, you just know.”
Kakashi tore his eyes away from his sisters’. He wasn’t convinced.
“You might understand one day.” She finished, standing up. Her eyes wandered to the window, where she felt a heavy breeze. Kakashi watched as his sisters' expression went from calm to shock as she cupped her hands over her gaping mouth to muffle her scream, her eyes bulging. With a shaky arm, she pointed to the window. “Wh…Wha…” She stammered, unable to form words.
Kakashi turned around, eyes wide and jaw to the ground. “Oh.” He’d forgotten all about the busted window.
Akita exploded. “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY WINDOW!!!???”
“Umm…funny story…”
Akita dashed to the scene of the crime and looked out, infuriated. “Is that my good bowl lying in the middle of the frickin’ lawn?!”
She pulled her head back in and glared at Kakashi, who was trying very hard not to laugh. A chuckle escaped his lips.
“It’s NOT funny!” She roared.
“Yeah, I know…” Kakashi agreed, trying to force away the smile that threatened to creep onto his face. “Boy, it’s a good thing you have a rich new boyfriend to buy you another one.” He tried to save his own skin.
Akita’s attitude changed suddenly. She smiled slyly and leaned over her little brother, dwarfing him. “Does that mean I have your blessing?”
Kakashi tried to lean as far away as the constricting chair would allow. “As long as it means you won’t try to take advantage of me in my incapacitated state.” He flinched, fearing a wailing.
Akita smiled warmly, knowing she had gotten what she wanted. “I think your tea is ready, little brother! Let me go pour you a cup.” She said cheerfully, practically skipping into the kitchen. She came across the remote on the floor and picked it up. “Oh, wait, the news is on. I wanna see the weather…” She turned to the TV and clicked ‘POWER’ on the remote. Kakashi sat up in his seat, eyes wide.
“Akita! Wait!”
The entire house was suddenly filled with the sounds of lovemaking as the TV flashed bright, X-rated images across the screen. Akita slowly turned to her brother, eyes narrowed.
Kakashi simply smiled sheepishly and blushed. “You know, you really shouldn’t have this channel…”