Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Iruka's Revenge! w/ alternate ending ❯ Iruka's Revenge! w/ alternate ending ( Chapter 1 )

Part 2: Iruka's Revenge!

 

It was a normal night at Ichiraku, like any other. Iruka sat with his doting former student, Naruto, who was slurping down noodles as if they were as vital as the air he breathed. When he finally stopped for a real breath, he noticed that his sensei was scowling and staring off into space absent-mindedly. The blonde cocked his head at Iruka curiously.

 

“Iruka-sensei? What's wrong?”

 

Iruka snapped out of it and turned to Naruto apologetically.

 

“I'm sorry, Naruto,” he said, shaking his head, “ I just can't stop thinking about what happened last week. That Kakashi…”

 

“Kakashi-sensei did something?” the blonde asked curiously with a mouth half full of noodles, “What?”

 

“You don't want to know,” Iruka laughed nervously.

 

“Yes, I do!” Naruto whined, “Please, please, please, Iruka-sensei!!!”

 

Iruka sighed.

 

“Well…”

 

And everything came out- how someone had tried to assassinate his hair-band, how he had taken a fake Naruto out to ramen, and everything that had happened at Ichiraku. When he got to the part about the fake Naruto kissing him, the blonde's jaw dropped.

 

“And by then, I realized who that Naruto really was,” Iruka growled.

 

Naruto blinked.

 

“Who?”

 

Iruka almost fell out of his chair.

 

“Who do you think? It was KAKASHI!”

 

Naruto started choking on his noodles, and Iruka was forced to give him the Heimlich and watch the blonde spit up his ramen. Once Naruto had recovered, his face turned red with anger.

 

“K-kakashi-sensei? No way!” he yelled, infuriated, “How could that lousy excuse for a sensei pretend to be me? He…he…ATE MY RAMEN! As if stealing my identity just to get close to you weren't enough! Iruka-sensei, this means war.”

 

Iruka stared at him, taken aback.

 

“W-what?”

 

“You have to find a way to get your revenge! I'll help you too!” Naruto declared, “After all, this is personal.”

 

Iruka laughed nervously. The genin seemed even more furious with Kakashi than he was… and that was saying a lot. The chunnin had been having chronic nightmares ever since the incident, most of which involved his hair-band falling out and Naruto kissing him. It was all that jounin's fault! Naruto was right- revenge was in order.

 

“You're right, Naruto,” Iruka said with a nod, “but what would be the most appropriate way to get him back?”

 

“Um, well…” the genin mumbled, the fire of his passion for revenge reverting to but a small flame, “You could steal his Icha Icha books and burn them! Or you could…wait till he's asleep and chop off all his hair! Or you could…”

 

“Try to see what he looks like under the mask?” Iruka thought aloud as the idea popped into his head.

 

He remembered how the jounin had freaked out once Iruka's teeth had hooked onto the mask's edge when the chunnin had been trying to escape from the Copy-nin's tackle of love. Whatever was under there was something that Kakashi was determined to keep hidden. If he had gotten to see Iruka without his hair-band, it only seemed fair that Iruka got to see him without his mask.

 

“Get rid of the mask?” Naruto asked, “Nah, we tried that once…It didn't work out too well.”

 

“I'm sure we could figure out some way,” Iruka said with a grin, “We just have to be creative.”

 

“W-what exactly were you thinking, Iruka-sensei?” Naruto asked, a little scared.

 

“Well…” Iruka started.

 

…dum…dum…dum…XD

 

Kakashi was having a rather uneventful day. Below him, his three favorite torture subjects were no-so-happily pulling weeds in a villager's garden as he sat in a tree above them, reading Icha Icha Paradise. Even the chapter he was on was unexciting, which was rare. The jounin was lucky the mask was there to keep him from picking his nose.

 

Below him, a certain blonde ninja was watching him carefully. I have to wait for just the right moment, he thought as he continued to pull up weed after weed. Kakashi caught Naruto's eye, and the young ninja froze. Does he know?

 

“Ah, good job, Naruto. Keep it up,” the jounin said calmly with a smile and went back to reading.

 

Naruto let out a sigh of relief and pulled another weed. I'll wait until later, then…

 

After the D-rank mission was done, Kakashi took his team to the training grounds for extra practice. Naruto and Sasuke began sparring while Kakashi helped Sakura work on breaking free of various genjustu. As he was training his student, he couldn't help but notice that Naruto seemed to be doing a lot better against Sasuke than he usual. He wasn't even barking threats at him! Instead, there was a look of concentration of his face as he blocked each of Sasuke's punches and kicks. There was still, however, the usual look of determination as he threw his own attacks at the Uchiha, never willing to back down.

 

“Kakashi-sensei!”

 

“Wha-? Oh, sorry, Sakura-chan,” he apologized, realizing he had been ignoring her, “Here comes the next one. Get ready.”

 

Naruto knocked Sasuke off his feet and smiled triumphantly. The black-haired boy glared at him from the ground and used his fireball justu, aiming up. The blonde hadn't seen that one coming. He let out a yell as he leapt back, clutching his burnt shoulder.

 

“Sasuke, don't overdo it!” Kakashi called from across the field.

 

The Uchiha only huffed and leered at Naruto.

 

“Giving up all ready? Come on,” he challenged, “Show me the best you can do. If you can do any better.”

 

Naruto glared back at him.

 

“You're going to be sorry you asked for that.”

 

Kakashi turned to the painful cry of a defeated Uchiha moments later. Sakura broke free of the current genjutsu and panicked as she heard it too.

 

“Sasuke-kun!”

She sped over to where Sasuke was pinned to the floor by several kunai with a few shuriken embedded on various parts of his body. Naruto looked down at him almost guiltily.

 

“Maybe I went too far,” he mumbled.

 

“AHHH! Naruto, how could you?” Sakura screamed and punched the blonde, sending him flying to the floor.

 

“Ow,” Naruto whined, rubbing his cheek and looking hurt, “Sakura-chan, why…”

 

“That is quite an impressive improvement,” Kakashi commented, glancing down at the defeated Sasuke.

 

The Uchiha gave him a blood-curdling glare. The jounin sighed and began removing the ninja weapons from the Uchiha's body and pulling them up from the ground where they had gone through his clothes. Sasuke now had several holes along the edges of his shorts and shirt.

 

Sakura was more than happy to help bandage Sasuke's wounds, and Naruto watched from a distance, looking a little guilty. Kakashi stared at the blonde curiously. The genin was rubbing the bridge of his nose with his finger absent-mindedly. The Copy-nin raised an eyebrow and smiled, exposed eye curving with amusement.

 

“With skills like that, Naruto, you'll be a chunnin in no time,” Kakashi told him as he came up behind the blonde.

 

“Nah, just lucky I guess,” Naruto laughed nervously, hand shooting away from his face and rubbing the back of his neck instead.

 

“No, really,” the jounin encouraged, closing the distance between them and putting his face right up to the genin's before his voice dropped low, “You're very talented.”

 

Naruto's face flushed bright red as his nose brushed Kakashi's cloth-covered one. N-now's my chance, he thought, though he could barely move. His hand moved shakily up from his side. Gotta make it fast! Closing his eyes for a split second, he thrust his hand up towards the edge of the jounin's mask, but just before his fingertips could touch it, Kakashi's own hand intercepted his, holding it tightly…and he wouldn't let go. The jounin scooped the small ninja up into his arms and held him close. The genin was frozen in shock.

 

“Hi there…Iruka-kun,” the Copy-nin said gleefully.

 

“Naruto's” jaw dropped. How did he know? he thought, panicking. He was about to dispel the jutsu and try to break free of Kakashi, when Sakura let out a surprised yell.

 

“Kakashi-sensei, what are you doing to Naruto-kun?!”

 

The jounin's face turned red beneath his mask. Iruka, seeing that this situation was making the Copy-Nin feel awkward, chose to retain Naruto's appearance for a bit longer. Kakashi didn't release him, however. Instead, he cradled the disguised chunnin more tightly and began to turn away.

 

“Ah…Naruto-kun's not feeling too well right now. I'm going to take him home. Practice is over for the day.”

 

Sasuke leered at him from the floor, looking suspicious. Sakura continued to stare at her sensei holding who she thought was her teammate.

 

“You're right, sensei. He looks kind of red,” she said finally.

 

Iruka blushed further and began to struggle.

 

“No, I'm fine!” he shrieked, “Put me down!”

 

Kakashi ignored him and proceeded to walk into the village. Chakra draining, Iruka was finally forced to return to his own form. There was a poof of smoke as the blonde genin in Kakashi's arms turned into a rather sour-looking chunnin. A few people passing by turned to stare at the pair curiously, some doing a double take.

 

“Kakashi, put me down this instant!” Iruka hissed.

 

“Only on one condition,” Kakashi smirked, putting his face uncomfortably close to Iruka's once again.

 

Why does he like doing that so much? Iruka thought, distressed. His eyes fell on Kakashi's cloth-covered lips. They were curved into a patient smile. It's like he's mocking me! The jounin seemed to be waiting for Iruka to respond. The chunnin knew better than to try to go for the mask again.

 

“What is it?” Iruka started, though he was afraid to ask.

 

“You have to go on a date with me!”

 

Iruka's jaw dropped. No! No! Absolutely not! His mind was screaming against it. Still, Iruka considered after a moment, it would give me an opportunity to try to see what's under that mask of his…and he's not going to let me go if I say “no.”

 

“Fine,” Iruka sighed, defeated.

 

Kakashi was ecstatic.

 

“Great! Let's go right now!”

 

He rushed off, still carrying Iruka in his arms.

 

“I can WALK!” the chunnin cried indignantly.

 

XDXDXDXDXD

 

Not long after, Iruka found himself sitting across the table from a rather smug-looking jounin in a restaurant on the other side of the village. Iruka tried to smile, but failed horribly. He wanted Kakashi to let down his guard- just long enough to yank down his mask and get a good look at his face. The chunnin had a feeling that the Copy-nin was onto him, though, and he knew his mission would be far from easy.

 

“What are you going to order, Iruka?” Kakashi asked cheerfully.

 

“Uh…”

 

Iruka glanced down at the menu. Nothing seemed to interest him much. He wasn't even hungry, now that he thought about it. Stupid Kakashi had practically forced him to come here. He better be picking up the tab. Iruka scanned the menu and ordered the most expensive dish he could find.

 

While they were waiting for their food, the chunnin sipped his tea patiently, eyes fixed on the jounin. There was a teacup sitting in front of him too, but so far, Kakashi had made no motion to pick it up. Iruka wanted to make sure that when he did remove his mask to take a sip, he wouldn't miss it. Some revenge…I'm just watching him drink tea. Kakashi's hand slowly closed around his cup. His other hand reached up to the hem of his mask, just as…

 

“IRUKA-SENSEI!” someone hissed.

 

Iruka looked up to see Naruto at the door of the restaurant. The chunnin made several hand gestures to him, but it was too late- Kakashi had already noticed him.

 

“Oh…Naruto. I think he wants to talk to you…”

 

Iruka laughed nervously.

 

“I'm sorry, Kakashi-sensei. Would you excuse me for a moment?”

 

The jounin nodded, and then, with a smile said, “Don't try to run away, now…”

 

“N-no, of course not,” Iruka answered and rushed off.

 

He stepped outside where Naruto was, not looking too pleased.

 

“Naruto, WHAT are you doing? I was so close!”

 

The blonde gave him a hurt look. He had seen Kakashi and Iruka walk into the restaurant from the place he had been hiding out at while Iruka had taken up his identity.

 

“But Iruka-sensei…what happened to the plan? You said you were going to pretend to be me so that-”

 

“Failed,” Iruka sighed, “He saw right through it. Now I'm here on a `date,' and if I can get back inside before our meal gets here, I still might get a chance to see him without his mask.”

 

Unfortunately for Iruka, Naruto couldn't help but find this hilarious.

 

“Y-you're on a date with Kakashi-sensei?” he gasped between bursts of laughter.

 

Iruka's face turned red.

 

“I didn't have much of a choice!” said he defensively, “He practically dragged me here the whole way!”

 

More like carried, Iruka thought privately. Naruto finally stopped laughing, and gave the academy teacher a puzzled look.

 

“So what are you going to do now? Just watch him eat?”

 

“I guess,” Iruka sighed, “Some revenge.”

 

“Maybe we can think of something else. Something to turn things around.”

 

Iruka raised an eyebrow at him.

 

“Like what?”

 

The gennin grinned devilishly and started to whisper into the chunnin's ear.

 

Moments later, Iruka entered the restaurant once again. He frowned at the empty cup sitting in front of the jounin, but at least the food hadn't gotten there yet.

 

“Is everything all right?” Kakashi asked as he poured himself another cup of tea, “What did Naruto want?”

 

“Oh, it was nothing…” Iruka laughed, trying to avoid Kakashi's questioning stare.

 

The jounin smiled.

 

“Was it about that trick you tried to pull? Iruka-kun, you should have known better than to try to use my own trick against me,” he mused.

 

The chunnin only scowled at him. He looked over his shoulder, wondering when their food was coming. The sooner I get out of here, the better…When he turned around, Kakashi's teacup was empty again. He's fast…I'll have to watch him carefully…

 

“Your tea's going to get cold,” the Copy-nin told him.

 

Iruka said nothing, but picked up his cup and slowly took a sip. Not long after, the waitress came with their food. Iruka looked down at his dish- some kind of meat in a thick, sticky sauce. I don't even remember what I ordered…Still, this sauce...A quick flip of his chopsticks was all it took to land a good-sized stain on Kakashi's mask.

 

“Oh! I'm so sorry, Kakashi-sensei!” the chunnin cried, trying to do his best to make it look like an accident.

 

“Not a problem,” the jounin laughed, already cleaning it off with a napkin.

 

The sauce didn't come off completely, though, and seeing that Iruka continued to stare at the spot, the Copy-Nin did just as Iruka had hoped and put his fingers up to the edge of his mask. With one quick motion, he slipped it off to reveal…another mask. Iruka's eye twitched in annoyance.

 

“You had another mask beneath that?”

 

“Hmm? Oh, yes. It's always good to have a spare…In case something like this happens,” he said, eyeing the chunnin suspiciously.

 

Iruka gulped and laughed nervously. How does he breathe through all that fabric? Kakashi broke apart his chopsticks. Iruka watched him carefully, eyes never moving away from his date's mouth. Kakashi smiled beneath his mask.

 

“You seem so tense, Iruka-sensei. Do I really make you that nervous?”

 

Iruka flinched, caught off guard.

 

“W-what? No, of course not.”

 

“I'm sorry to say that you're not too convincing.”

 

A blush spread across the chunnin's scar. Why is he making me so nervous? It can't be that I- No…NO! This is Kakashi! I don't feel that way about him…

 

“Well, it's not often that I get forced to go on a date,” Iruka told him bitterly.

 

“`Forced'?” Kakashi repeated, surprised, “You had a choice!”

 

“Yeah- this or being held by you! Quite frankly, I prefer this table between us, thank you!” Iruka yelled, slamming his palm down next to his plate.

 

He regretted it once the other people in the restaurant turned to stare at the odd couple. Iruka looked at them with a face flushed with anger and embarrassment. When he looked back at the jounin, he saw a half empty plate before him.

 

“Wha-?”

 

I only looked away for a moment!

 

“Is something wrong, Iruka-sensei? Are you feeling okay?”

 

“OKAY?” the chunnin asked unbelievingly, “At what point of this `date' did you think I was ever OKAY?”

 

The jounin looked shocked and even a little hurt. Iruka felt a sudden pang of guilt. His face grew even redder, and he finally crossed his arms and looked away, frustrated.

 

“I want some sake.”

 

Kakashi wasted no time ordering it. Maybe if he could get the chunnin a little drunk, he could at least create the illusion that he was enjoying the date. Iruka downed three cups and felt a much calmer…

 

Kakashi was smiling at him, at least he thought he was smiling at him. Can't ever tell with that stupid mask, Iruka thought, barely thinking clearly. He took another cup of sake. Wonder what he looks like…stupid pervert…Gotta make him pay. That mask…it's gotta go.

 

“Iruka? You don't look so good,” Kakashi said, sincerely worried.

 

He was actually starting to regret ordering the sake. Iruka looked ready to puke.

 

“I think you've had enough,” the jounin said, trying to take Iruka's cup away from him.

 

The chunnin slapped his hand away.

 

“You're such an idiot, `Kashi,” he muttered drunkenly.

 

You're probably really hot under that mask…Iruka found himself thinking very strange thoughts…not all them too innocent. I wanna…see…Gotta…

 

“Iruka?” the jounin asked, leaning over the table.

 

Iruka gazed back at him groggily. He couldn't see Naruto not too far off, slowly creeping up behind the Copy-nin, ready to put their new plan into action and yank down Kakashi's mask from behind while Iruka distracted him. The gennin grinned as he slowly approached as silently as possible. Kakashi looked very distracted, and even Iruka was acting a little funny. Naruto raised an eyebrow as Kakashi climbed half up onto the table to ask if his “date” was okay. How am I supposed to reach his mask now? the blonde wondered, frowning.

 

Iruka gazed into the jounin's marble grey eye. His face was so close to him now...The chunnin didn't even notice how many people were staring at them. He gave a small hiccup and leaned towards the Copy-Nin's face so that they were almost touching noses. Kakashi blinked at him, and before he even had time to react, the chunnin reached up with impressive speed for a drunk (like Lee, being drunk actually enhanced his reflexes), and tore down the jounin's mask with one quick swipe. Kakashi was held in shock and would have pulled away instantly, except that the chunnin had a hold on his vest, and pulled him closer, crushing their lips into a kiss. Naruto, just about ready to pounce, froze in his position and gaped.

 

“THAT wasn't part of the plan!!!”

 

The chunnin didn't answer. He was too drunk to even realize what was going on. Kakashi felt like he was dreaming. Iruka…you…The academy teacher shoved his tongue into the jounin's mouth and began exploring it. The Copy-nin didn't know what to do. This was more than he had hoped for on the first date! He was just about to return the action when Iruka let out a groan and collapsed, face-first into Kakashi's food. SPLAT!

 

The jounin blinked and cursed himself for the lost opportunity. It seemed Iruka had, in a sense, gotten his revenge after all.

 

“Iruka-SENSEI!!!” Naruto cried, rushing to his fallen sensei who was passed out in what was left of Kakashi's meal.

 

Despite having his face covered in food, the chunnin looked very peaceful.

 

“What did you do to him, Kakashi-sensei?” the gennin screamed.

 

The silver-haired man flinched slightly.

 

“N-nothing. He's fine, Naruto,” the jounin laughed.

 

“No, he's not!” the blonde shrieked, “Iruka-sensei!”

He tried to wake him up, but Iruka was out cold. Kakashi put down some money for the bill, pushed Naruto away, and picked up the unconscious chunnin. Naruto looked up at him questioningly.

 

“I'm going to take Iruka home,” Kakashi told him.

 

“I'm coming too!” the genin insisted, but the jounin had already leapt away and was soon out of sight.

 

Kakashi found Iruka's keys in the chunnin's pocket and unlocked the door. He cleaned up Iruka's face and put him to bed. The jounin stayed for a while longer, watching Iruka sleep. He smiled. I wonder if he really does feel that way…Too bad our date was over so soon…

 

When Iruka woke up the next morning, wondering how he had gotten back to his own house, Kakashi was gone. He barely remembered anything except maybe drinking a bit too much sake and then…The chunnin's face paled, imagining the worst. He didn't feel any better when he walked into the kitchen and found a box of chocolates with flowers and a short note. He picked it up and read it.

 

Dear Iruka,

I hope the morning finds you well. I really enjoyed the time we had together and hope to see you again soon. Enjoy the chocolate.

Love,

Kakashi

P.S.- You owe me another date.

 

 

Owari.