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“Origins”

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By: Enkidu

 

Rating: PG-13

 

Pairing: Kakashi/Sasuke

 

Warnings: Yaoi. Angst-fluff/Fluff-angst.

 

Summary: Kakashi reminisces, and Sasuke naps on the couch.

 

Notes: Not written as response for challenge unfortunately. Set some time in the future of the current manga-verse.

Kakashi ran his fingers over the front cover of Icha Icha Paradise. It was worn out after years of inhabiting his back pocket during several dangerous missions. He knew he probably should discard it and just buy a new one as this copy was in tatters and barely holding itself together. A lot of the text had been worm away, and there was a musky smell he couldn’t identify.

 

The thing had outgrown its use. He really should discard it.

 

His eyes flew to the teenager curled up on his couch, a long forgotten movie quietly playing on the small TV across from him.

 

There were few things he held precious because he was so afraid of losing them.

 

His porn books were priceless. He remembered when he bought his first one.

 

The body on his couch turned over and faced away from the TV. Kakashi grabbed the quilted blanket on his sofa chair and draped it over Sasuke.

 

He remembered the first time he met Sasuke.

 

They both happened on the same day…

 

Kakashi was nineteen years old and walking through the streets near the red light district of Konoha (1) clad in his Jounin  uniform. His mission had finished earlier than expected, and he was allowed a day’s rest before he had to leave on his next mission to the Wave Country.

 

He kept telling himself he had unintentionally wandered into this part of town and had no actual desire to be there or buy anything. It was the middle of the day, he just got back from a mission, and he was exhausted. Clearly, there were several factors clouding his mind.

 

Why he stopped at a particularly shady-looking bookshop? He had no idea. Why he actually went in? Possibly out of curiosity. Who wouldn’t be drawn to the posters with voluptuous women caught in deliciously erotic poses, promising wild nights of indescribable passion?

 

Kakashi looked around with his one visible eye wide, seeing shelves filled with books of impure subject material, and his heart started pounding quicker in excitement. He didn’t even know where to start looking.

 

His eyes strayed to a flashy shelf in the front advertising the new book by some renowned author named Jiraiya. His legs had moved on their own volition towards the shelf, and he briefly wondered if it was the Legendary Sannin who had written the book. His fingers grazed the cover of the book, contemplating the title.

 

“Icha Icha Paradise,” he muttered to himself.

 

He didn’t know why, but a pleasant warm feeling coiled in the pit of his stomach at the title, and he hastily opened it to find what kind of dirty tales were hidden within. His face was covered in a boyish flush as he read the absolutely sordid yet well-written text, and it  further spurred on by the prospect of being caught with such an item in his possession. It wasn’t something anyone expected a person like him to read, but Kakashi had found himself drawn to the wonderful, magical, and utterly imaginary world of porn as of late.

 

Kakashi made his decision and snatched the book off the counter before presenting it proudly to the cashier, eager to get home, stretch on his bed, and spend some time with his new acquisition.

 

The red bag was clutched tightly in his hand as he walked out of the store, grinning widely beneath his mask. He was too excited to wait till he got home, so he plucked the book out of the bag and opened it to page one.

 

“The ocean was pitch black like the night sky with the reflections of stars twinkling on the surface, and the air was hot like the blazing desert…”(2)  he read out loud to himself.

 

He was so engrossed in the first few lines of the book that he didn’t notice the small boy running towards him until the little body crashed against his legs, making him drop the book on his head.

 

“Ow!” the boy cried out a little over-exaggeratedly as he fell down on his rump. He gave Kakashi a sour look and rubbed the part of his head the book hit. 

 

Kakashi blinked, mumbled some half-hearted apology, and reached down to pick up the book, dusting it off, not even bothering to further acknowledge the child. He’d never been very fond of kids, though this one did have the darkest eyes he’d ever seen.

 

The boy picked himself off the floor and brushed the dirt from his clothes, eyes widening a little as he noticed the bloody scrape on his palm. The sight of blood always sickened him for some reason, and the fact that it was his own blood suddenly made his stomach turn and his head spin.

 

Noticing the lack of movement from the small body near his legs, Kakashi calmly closed his book and chanced a look below. There was a small sniffle, but the boy hastily wiped at his eyes and tried to appear brave in front of the tall Jounin.

 

“What’s the matter?” Kakashi didn’t want to ask, didn’t want to get involved with the problems of a little kid he hardly knew, but did so anyway for reasons he didn’t want to think about.

 

“Nothing,” the boy mumbled in response, face hidden behind a mop of dark hair that fell over his eyes.

 

With a loud sigh, Kakashi kneeled in front of the child and noticed he was cradling his hand to his chest. Carefully tugging the boy’s hand away, he observed the tiny scrapes that marred the otherwise perfectly pale flesh. “Ah, I see.”

 

Large black eyes shot up to meet his, and Kakashi, despite really disliking children, admitted to himself this one was actually…cute. He had a very adorable, almost feminine face, the kind any mother would love and cherish dearly. Feeling some strange sense of pity –he never could stand to see a pretty girl cry, and he supposed this boy had the same effect on him-  he leaned over and tugged down his face mask to blow softly on the wound.

 

The view of Kakashi’s face was blocked by the unruly mass of grey hair, which the boy quietly stared at, shifting a little and looking vaguely uncomfortable with having a stranger blow on his hand. However, it did make the boy feel much better, and he smiled at Kakashi after he pulled his mask back up and lifted his head. “Hold on.”

 

Kakashi watched the little black head nod then reached into his pack to pull out a small bandage. After opening it, he pressed it over the small wound and wiped the blood around the edges with his thumb.

 

“Be sure to wash that first thing when you get home,” Kakashi instructed, really hoping the kid actually had a home, otherwise he’d have to kick himself.

 

Luckily, the boy nodded and gave another wide smile that actually warmed the bottom of  Kakashi’s stomach.

 

“Sasuke!” he heard someone call out in a stern voice, and the boy, whom he supposed was called Sasuke, widened his eyes and whipped his head towards the direction of the voice.

 

Kakashi looked over as well and immediately straightened as he recognized the tall, serious man who was standing rigidly with his arms crossed over his chest. The man barely spared him a glance, his eyes trained on Sasuke who lowered his head guiltily.

 

“What have I told you before about running off on your own?” The man prompted, and Sasuke opened his mouth briefly before snapping it shut again.

 

“Father, it was my fault. I took my eyes off him briefly,” said another boy who was standing at the man’s side. This boy looked only a few years older than Sasuke but the resemblance was almost uncanny. The only thing that differed greatly between them was their eyes. Sasuke had wide, innocent, childish eyes, eyes that still knew fear, eyes that never knew real pain. The older boy had tired eyes, eyes that have seen too much too soon, eyes that knew blood, eyes that resembled Kakashi’s.

 

Kakashi couldn’t stand to stare at him any longer. He hated those eyes. Instead, he focused back on Sasuke who slowly walked up to the man who was probably his father. “We’ll talk about this when we get home,” the man said gruffly before turning his head to Kakashi. “I apologize for any trouble he may have caused you. Carry on.”

 

Kakashi nodded once then let his eye drift down to the red and white fan that grazed the back of Sasuke’s shirt. Somehow, he should have known that kid was no ordinary kid.

 

His fingertips briefly touched the part of his forehead protector that covered his right eye.

 

He already knew they would meet again in the future.

 

He was bound to that clan.

 

 Sasuke looked over his shoulder as the older boy took his hand and started leading him away with their father. His eyes held a hint of sadness, but Sasuke still smiled bravely for him. He never wanted to appear weak in front of anyone again.

 

Kakashi found himself smiling and waving in return then waited until the Uchihas were out of sight before turning around and whipping out his book. He wanted to finish chapter one before he got home.

 

With a loud sigh, Kakashi pushed the book back to its place on the shelf. He resolved to buy a new copy, but he would never throw that copy away. His hand shifted to grab another one of his dirty books to read, but the pillow that collided with the back of his head made him pause.

 

“Stop reading your perverted books and make me dinner,” a grumpy, sleep-laden voice mumbled from the couch.  

 

‘To think he used to be such a cute kid,’ Kakashi mused to himself as he carried the pillow back over to the couch.

 

He placed it next to Sasuke’s head and paused again to stare down at the set of black eyes that never failed to mesmerize him. With every passing day, Sasuke lost his eyes. His hair was growing out longer, and his face was growing more tired. With every passing day, he studied Sasuke’s face and saw Itachi’s eyes.

 

 Saw his own eyes.

 

 Something inside him clenched painfully.

 

He shoved his mask down, and his lips suddenly crushed Sasuke’s desperately, clinging to some fading hope he’d be able to keep all the precious things he had left.

 

Sasuke’s eyes widened briefly in surprise then slowly slid shut as his fingers curled into his former teacher’s hair, jerking him closer and pressing their lips together harder. His mouth was soft and welcoming to the kiss, though clearly there were several questions on the tip of his tongue, questions that were never asked because Kakashi’s tongue invaded his mouth and stole his voice. Kakashi’s fingers were cold as they cupped Sasuke’s face, but the warm tongue that harshly rubbed against his own was more than enough to make up for it.

 

The kiss ended abruptly when Kakashi pulled away and traced the tips of his thumbs over twitching eyelids. Sasuke was breathing hard and his lips looked redder than before, but he wasn’t complaining… for once.  

 

Kakashi gave his young student a gentle smile. “What do you want for dinner?”

 

Sasuke swatted the fingers from his eyes away and opened them. Then he scowled and pulled Kakashi down into another rough kiss. “I hate you,” he mumbled against his mouth, and it only made Kakashi smile more.

 

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This was all written on a weird whim. Just speculated on what it would have been like if Kakashi had met Sasuke before Itachi slaughtered the entire family.

 

(1) You know they have one ^_~

 

(2) My horrid attempt to write cheesy, flowery porn.