Title: Under My Skin
Series: Naruto AU
Word Count: ~24,000
Warnings/Notes: M/M, language, minor angst, references to past abuse; one of my few stories NOT set in Monoshizukanohi
Spoilers: None whatsoever.
Summary: When Iruka asks Kakashi to help stop the apparent self-destruction of one of Kakashi's students, Kakashi decides to try and help Sasuke escape from the older brother causing him problems. Two weeks at a private beach house seems like the perfect solution...to more than one kind of problem.
Kakashi yawned and stretched in his chair, vertebrae popping and muscles aching from being in one position for too long. Checking his watch and noting there was a full hour left of detention, Kakashi sighed and wished he had a book. But even since that parent-teacher conference when Principal Tsunade caught him reading porn in between meetings, he’d been careful about what he brought on school grounds. He didn’t relish the thought of bleeding eardrums, and damn could that woman yell.
But none of that mattered at the moment…in one hour, Kakashi would be on vacation for two solid weeks. It was mid-summer break, and Kakashi planned on catching up on his favorite TV shows, reading as much porn as he wanted – without the fear of certain big-bosomed women interfering – and generally being as lazy as possible.
Kakashi was a man of simple pleasures.
But for now, there was an hour left and the students were fidgety with anticipation.
Seeking distraction, Kakashi calmly stood up, hands in pockets, and walked around his desk. Smirking, he walked between two rows of students, most of whom were busily doing their manufactured detention assignments. When Kakashi reached Shikamaru’s desk, he kicked out with one foot, catching the leg of Shikamaru’s chair and scooting it backward a few inches.
Shikamaru yelped and flailed.
“Keep sleeping in my detention, Nara, and I’ll let Sai take his Sharpies to your face.”
Shikamaru grumbled and slouched back into his seat, arms crossed and brow furrowed.
“Consciousness is required,” Kakashi quipped before turning to the sniggering Kiba.
“Something funny?” Kakashi asked, voice deceptively calm.
“N-no, sir,” Kiba answered and plunged his nose back into his Japanese textbook.
Kakashi grunted. “Didn’t think so.”
Turning to walk back to his desk, Kakashi grinned. There were some benefits to detention duty, and Kakashi was never one to miss out on opportunity. He reached up and idly scratched along the edge of the eye patch he wore over his left eye. Usually he didn’t bother with the patch, but the doc had him doing eye exercises again to retain the sight in that eye, and the muscles ached with strain. Kakashi didn’t like compromising his vision; the students needed to think he could see everything at once and remember every move they made. Hard to do that with one eye blocked.
Sighing, Kakashi was just about to sit back down when the door to the classroom burst open to reveal a panting Umino Sensei.
“Kakashi,” Iruka said. “I need you to come quickly.”
“Like he could come any other way,” Kiba stage-whispered, making Shikamaru chuckle.
Without even looking Kakashi grabbed an eraser and chucked it at Kiba, hitting him squarely in the forehead.
“Son of a-“
“Curse in my detention and you’ll never see daylight again,” Kakashi threatened calmly.
Kiba rubbed at his forehead and muttered an apology.
“What’s wrong?” Kakashi asked Iruka.
Iruka shook his head. “I’ll explain on the way.”
“You realize if I leave…”
Iruka nodded. “I know.”
Kakashi sighed and then addressed the class. “I need to go attend to something.”
He paused and waited for the muted snickers to stop. There was nothing to all the rumors that Kakashi and Iruka were involved, but Kakashi was enough of a pervert that he thought the gossip was funnier than it was harmful.
“If anyone feels the need to act out, get into a fight, or try to escape before your time is up, please remember that I know where all of you live.” He smiled a twisted little smile. “And we all have to sleep sometime.”
With that Kakashi left the classroom, shutting the door behind him.
“What’s happened?” Kakashi asked Iruka as they walked quickly down the hall.
“There’s a student destroying a classroom,” Iruka explained. “The other teachers want to call the cops, but I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”
Kakashi frowned. “Why not?”
Iruka hesitated and turned a corner. “Because of who the student is…and because I think there’s something more serious going on than a simple fit.”
“And you want me to do what, exactly?” Kakashi asked, not really sure how he fit into all this.
“You know the student better than I do,” Iruka replied, stopping short at a doorway in the middle of the hallway. “I think he’ll…listen to you.”
Kakashi was about to ask something else – the name of the student, why Iruka thought Kakashi could get through to him, if Iruka checked to see if the student was armed – but a resounding crash on the other side of the door made his questions die on his tongue.
“Please,” Iruka said, staring at the wooden door with a worried frown. “I can’t get through to him. Try.” Iruka gave Kakashi a little push toward the door and then ran back down the hallway.
“Hey!” Kakashi shouted. “Where the hell are you going?”
Iruka didn’t answer and Kakashi scowled.
Thinking he would never complain about a peaceful afternoon of detention duty again, Kakashi twisted the doorknob and walked into the classroom. His good eye blinked hard at the scene before him.
Surrounded by toppled desks, shredded papers, and bits and pieces of unidentifiable debris, Uchiha Sasuke stood with a desk raised above his head and turned slowly, as if trying to determine in what direction would be best to throw the heavy object. He finally elected to throw it against the back wall, and it clanged like a warped clarion bell against the cinder blocks before falling to the ground on top of a broken table.
Kakashi watched as Sasuke reviewed the damage for posterity’s sake before turning to find his next victim. Eying the deceptively calm student, Kakashi shut the door and cleared his throat.
“Mr. Uchiha…what is it that you think you’re doing?” Kakashi asked politely. He knew Sasuke fairly well – the Uchiha was in several of Kakashi’s classes and also a member of the archery club, which Kakashi ran. Kakashi knew Sasuke to be intent, focused, quiet, brilliant…and rather reluctantly popular.
None of those things really added up to delinquent in Kakashi’s mind, but there was a first time for everything.
“I’m destroying this classroom,” Sasuke replied, matching the sensei’s tone.
“Any particular reason why?” Kakashi asked.
Sasuke picked up a trash bin and threw it against the white board behind the desk, tissues and waste flying everywhere in its wake.
“Did you perhaps get up this morning with a sudden hatred for cheap furniture?” Kakashi asked. “Thought you’d help a committee in securing funds for redecorating through targeted destruction?”
Sasuke paused and looked at Kakashi, eyes considering. The age of the gaze belied Sasuke’s actual years, taking Kakashi aback.
“My brother is in town,” Sasuke said after a long moment, as though that explained everything.
“Well, nobody’s family is a picnic, but I’m not sure it calls for – “
Kakashi was cut off by the sound of another desk flying and crashing.
“…this sort of response,” he finished and took a step toward the boy. If he needed to, Kakashi thought he could physically restrain the kid. But he’d need to get closer.
“Hn,” Sasuke panted, chest rising and falling in a small show of exertion.
“Look, seriously, Sasuke, I don’t under-“
Uzamaki Naruto burst into the classroom, panting.
“SHIT, Sasuke…” Naruto gasped. “Iruka just got me out of practice. What the fuck are you doing? Every teacher in this school’s in the damned hallway…” Naruto trailed off as he surveyed the damage, eyes going a little wide.
Kakashi arched an eyebrow and looked from Naruto to Sasuke, remembering that he’d seen the two boys in the hallways together. At least this explained Iruka’s disappearing act. It might even be useful; perhaps Naruto could fill in some blanks.
“He says his brother is in town,” Kakashi said, his voice nearly drowned out by the sound of a file cabinet being dragged from against the wall and toppled to the tile floor. Both Naruto and Kakashi winced.
“His brother…” Naruto’s eyes widened and he looked away from Kakashi to Sasuke. “Oh,” he said. “For his birthday.”
“Birthday?” Kakashi asked, confused. He struggled to connect the abject intent on destruction with a birthday surprise. Maybe Sasuke was allergic to funny hats?
“Yes,” Sasuke confirmed, stopping to catch his breath. “So I need to get out of the house.”
Naruto stood there for a moment, the wheels in his brain turning so obviously that Kakashi could practically hear the gears grind.
“So you’re going to destroy a classroom…”
Sasuke looked at his friend and smiled a little. “Exactly.”
Naruto nodded once. “All right, then.” The blond boy went over and picked up a desk.
“What the hell are you doing, you idiot?” Sasuke hissed.
“You gotta break bigger shit if you want to get sent to juvie,” Naruto explained. He aimed the desk at the window and managed to rear back to throw before both Kakashi and Sasuke grabbed the desk to stop him.
“What?” Naruto asked, irritated.
“Moron,” Sasuke said, voice almost kind. “You don’t need to come with me, and I don’t need your help.”
“Naruto,” Kakashi said. “Would you kindly refrain from encouraging the crazy until I can get some answers?”
“Sasuke’s brother is an asshole,” Naruto said as though Kakashi were one step up from a brick on the stupidity scale. “So if Sasuke destroys a classroom and gets hauled off to juvie for a few days, he won’t have to spend that time with his brother.” Naruto shifted his grip on the desk.
“Put the desk down, Naruto,” Sasuke ordered.
Naruto sighed. “Fine, fine.” He set the thing down gracelessly, the tile complaining loudly with the weight.
“This might be crazy, but hear me out,” Kakashi said, looking at Sasuke. “But if you hate your brother and he’s at home, why not just go to a friend’s house? It’s not quite as cozy as jail, but sometimes one has to make these sacrifices.”
Sasuke looked away and Naruto rolled his eyes. “Because Itachi would just find Sasuke and drag him home.” Naruto widened his eyes to emphasize just how ludicrous it was that he needed to explain this.
Kakashi frowned, trying to piece this mess together and taking Iruka’s name in vain while he did so. “Okay,” he said. “But Itachi is your brother, right? What do you do the other times he’s home?”
Sasuke didn’t say anything and again Naruto answered for him. “This is the first time he’s been home in years. Since Sasuke was little. He’s like…whaddya call it…the proctoral son or whatever.”
“Prodigal, idiot,” Sasuke muttered, but the corner of his mouth twitched.
“Yeah, that. Parents love Itachi, and he can do no wrong. So-“
“That’s enough, Naruto,” Sasuke said.
Naruto stopped and looked at his friend with concern.
“What does your brother want with you that he’s willing to hunt you down and drag you home using force?” Kakashi asked.
Neither of the boys answered this time, and a cold chill went up Kakashi’s spine.
“Get out of here. Both of you.” Sasuke made to pick up another desk, but Kakashi grabbed his arm.
“Wait a minute,” Kakashi said. Sasuke struggled and Kakashi twisted the arm behind Sasuke’s back and applied pressure to his wrist, making Sasuke gasp.
“Hey!” Naruto shouted, grabbing Kakashi’s other arm. “Get the hell off of him!”
“Let me think!
” Kakashi demanded.
“Let me go,” Sasuke said calmly.
“Look, it’s mid-summer break. What are you going to do, go to jail and hide there forever? I’m not even sure if this would be bad enough to land you in jail, honestly.”
“This was part one of the plan,” Sasuke said smugly. “Trust me. It would get worse.”
“Oh goody for me,” Kakashi muttered. “But you’re a straight-A student, Sasuke, why throw everything away?”
“I wouldn’t,” Sasuke replied. “I get arrested, beg my brother and my parents not to let me go to jail, and they throw money at the problem. I manage to stay locked away until I can turn 18, take my final exams, and skip town.”
Kakashi blinked at Sasuke’s willingness to play both sides to get his way. “All this just to avoid your brother?”
“You don’t know his brother,” Naruto said.
“What about college?”
Sasuke snorted. “I’ve already been accepted to five schools with full scholarships pending my final exams. Principal Tsunade’s agreed to let me take those next week.”
The kid was twisted…but strangely logical. Kakashi tried hard not to be impressed.
“I doubt she would have honored that bargain if you were in jail.”
Sasuke just shrugged. “Will you let me go, now?”
“Not until I figure out a way to fix this that doesn’t involve the police or jail,” Kakashi said.
“What do you care?” Sasuke asked bitterly, glancing over his shoulder at Kakashi.
“You’re a student. Sometimes you’ve even MY student. Of course I care.”
Kakashi refrained from shaking the brat until his teeth rattled.
“No, this is good, Sasuke,” Naruto said. “Kaka-sensei’s really smart! Maybe you won’t have to break the law.”
The door to the classroom opened and Iruka entered. He took Kakashi holding Sasuke by the arm in stride.
“I’ve convinced everyone that you’re having a mental breakdown because of stress,” Iruka said. “If you quit now, you can just go home.”
“He can’t go home, his-“ Naruto began.
“Iruka,” Kakashi said, interrupting Naruto before he could start all his belabored explaining again. “Can you go grab my laptop, please?”
Iruka nodded and turned to go. “And some school letterhead!” Kakashi called.
Naruto looked at Kakashi, eyes hopeful.
Kakashi released Sasuke and shoved him into an unbroken chair.
“Sit,” Kakashi commanded. “And if you move so help me I’ll put you through a window and you can avoid your brother from a hospital bed.”
In the back of his mind, a little voice quietly told Kakashi that he was crazy to interfere like this. It would ruin his vacation, it bent the law if not completely breaking it, and the consequences could be dire, indeed.
But he saw the look on Sasuke’s face when Kakashi asked what his brother wanted with him…and suddenly the decision seemed a hell of a lot easier.
“Naruto,” Kakashi said. “Go grab your things. I’m going to need you as back-up.”
Grinning, Naruto nodded and left.
Kakashi looked at Sasuke, and the brunette raised an eyebrow.
“Well?” Sasuke asked.
“I think I know a way to keep you out of jail and away from your brother,” Kakashi said.
Sasuke considered him for a moment.
“I’m listening,” he said.
“Happy to hear it,” Kakashi said, smiling. “Now…here’s what we’re going to do…”~*~
Kakashi looked at the mountain of stone, brick, and archways ahead of him and refrained somehow from whistling.
“So this is the famous Uchiha Manor, eh?” he remarked.
“Yeah…doesn’t disappoint, does it?” Naruto said from the backseat of the Toyota.
“You both can go to hell,” Sasuke muttered, arms crossed and gaze fixated out the window.
Kakashi casually leaned over and cuffed Sasuke on the side of the head.
“Hey!” Sasuke shouted, indignant.
“Would you stop hitting him, already?” Naruto asked. “I know it’s tempting, but sheesh…”
“Shut up, asshole!” Sasuka growled at Naruto.
“Make me, dickwad!”
“BOYS!” Kakashi yelled, the noise nearly deafening in the car. “I have a paddle in my trunk and by GOD I know how to use it. Now knock it off!”
Naruto sat back in the seat and grumbled, his body a near-perfect imitation of Sasuke’s in the front seat.
Kakashi’s eye throbbed, and he felt a migraine coming on. He absently rubbed over his eye patch and sighed.
“Sasuke, I’d appreciate if you kept the pretty, pretty princess routine to a minimum. I’m doing this to help you and don’t appreciate your tone. Naruto, I will smack the daylights out of Sasuke as often as I feel like it while I’m helping him, and if you yell at me one more time, I’ll be happy to add you to the list of approved victims. Are we all clear?”
Grumbling filled the car.
“You know, oddly, that did not sound like, ‘Yes, sir, thank you sir, we understand, sir.’”
“Yes, thank you, we understand, sir,” Sasuke said evenly. “But I don’t think this is going to work.”
“It will,” Kakashi said. “Have a little faith, eh?” He carefully guided the car down the manicured drive, heading for the large fountain that blocked most of his current view of the front door.
“Besides, we have Naruto as back-up,” Kakashi said.
In the backseat, Naruto’s gaze became fixated on something moving around in the car. Suddenly he moved and smacked the bejesus out of his own leg.
“…yeah,” Sasuke deadpanned. “What could possibly go wrong?”
Kakashi kept quiet.
Like men on a mission, the three got out of the Camry and approached the front door of the mansion like it was a poisonous snake ready to strike. Kakashi straightened his shirt, skimmed his fingers over his eye patch, and clutched the official-looking folder under his arm a little tighter.
Here goes nothing, he thought, and rang the bell.
A gong sounded in the interior of the home, and Kakashi managed not to jump.
“God, didn’t your mom change out that doorbell?” Naruto asked.
“Yeah, but Dad thinks it sounds sophisticated.”
Naruto snorted a laugh. “It reminds me of the Iron Chef.”
“Which is clearly sophisticated,” Sasuke said.
“Your dad is so weird,” Naruto said.
Kakashi channeled every ounce of patience he had and thanked every god he knew when footsteps stopped on the other side of the door just before it opened. Next to him, Sasuke tensed and took a tiny step backward and a little closer to Kakashi. The movement did not go unnoticed, Kakashi feeling surer than ever that this wasn’t a bad decision.
“Sasuke?” Itachi asked, frowning at the boy and looking at Kakashi in some confusion.
“Good afternoon,” Kakashi said, smiling wide. “I’m Hatake Kakashi, one of Sasuke’s teachers.”
Itachi nodded at that. “Pleasure to meet you.”
“You must be…” Kakashi didn’t finish.
“Uchiha Itachi,” the brother confirmed. “Sasuke? What’s going on?”
“Ah, the elder brother Uchiha!” Kakashi said. “Might Sasuke’s parents be in?”
“No, they’re still at work.”
“Ah, well…I have some good news!” Kakashi said and offered Itachi the folder with the school seal.
“Sasuke’s been elected to attend a special honors conference for elite students. It was a highly competitive award; he beat out almost every other student in his class to receive it.”
It wasn’t exactly a lie…
“You won an award?” Itachi asked Sasuke, confusion still in his voice. Kakashi had to admit that this man didn’t exactly exude the air of “monster” quite like he expected.
“He did,” Kakashi confirmed. “He and Naruto here are the only two students who managed to meet all the criteria. The conference is out of town and will last the duration of the summer break. I brought Sasuke by on our way out of town to pick up his things.”
Itachi leveled his gaze on Sasuke. “Do our parents know of this?”
Sasuke looked stricken for a second before Kakashi stepped in.
“Sasuke,” Kakashi chided gently. “You were supposed to tell them yesterday! What were you thinking?”
“I’m sorry, sir,” Sasuke said softly, bowing his head.
“Probably exams,” Naruto piped up. “Sasuke’s been all worked up over finals.”
At least the kid was earnest, Kakashi thought to himself.
“You’re going to be gone for two weeks and Mom and Dad don’t even know?” Itachi asked, speaking to Sasuke.
“They won’t mind,” Sasuke mumbled. “It’s for academics…”
“It’s true,” Kakashi said. “It’ll look fantastic on college applications.”
“Sasuke,” Itachi began.
“Do you mind if we come in?” Kakashi pressed, putting an arm around Sasuke’s shoulders without even thinking about it.
“We probably need to get on the road soon. All the information you’ll need is in that packet.” Kakashi gestured to the folder in Itachi’s hands.
“Sasuke, why don’t you go grab your things?” Kakashi squeezed the boy’s arm and then nudged him gently toward the door.
Sasuke nodded and slipped past his brother in the doorway, body nearly remaking itself so he wouldn’t touch any part of his brother.
“Wait-“ Itachi said, turning.
“Itachi, I’ve heard so much about this manor,” Kakashi said pleasantly. “Could you tell me some of its history?”
“Uh…” the elder Uchiha said intelligently.
Sasuke dashed up the stairs toward his room, and Naruto went with him, presumably to help him pack. Kakashi managed to keep Itachi talking while they waited, though the older brother kept getting more and more agitated.
“He’s going to be gone two weeks?” Itachi said.
Kakashi nodded. “It’s quite the honor.”
Itachi frowned. “I have things I need to tell him,” he said, tone serious and eyes looking down at the folder. “Is there an address in here for the hotel?”
“Oh, we’ll be moving around quite a bit, I’m afraid,” Kakashi said with mock concern. “Different seminars are to be held at different locations, and we’ll be told once we get there where all those will be. Accommodations, you know. Can be such a bother. But Sasuke will have his cell, I’m sure.”
“I see,” Itachi said, eyes intent. “Is there anything I need to sign?”
“Oh, no,” Kakashi said. “Sasuke’s parents signed paperwork that allowed for chaperones to be responsible for Sasuke on all school trips, and I’m acting as that chaperone for this trip. No paperwork, no fuss.”
Itachi nodded, looking at the gray-haired man seriously. It made Kakashi nervous…he felt a little trapped by that gaze and had to shake his head a little when he finally looked away.
Sasuke thudded down the stairs, Naruto close behind, bags in hand.
“Get everything?” Kakashi said, smiling.
“Yeah. Later,” Sasuke said to Itachi.
“Sasuke,” Itachi said. “I need to speak to you…”
“I have to go,” Sasuke said, caught between obeying his older brother and Kakashi’s plan.
“I’ll make sure he calls you later,” Kakashi lied with a smile on his lips.
Itachi looked like he was going to say something else but closed his mouth and nodded instead. Apparently, he wasn’t up for making a scene in front of a teacher and Sasuke’s friend. For that, Kakashi counted himself lucky.
The three left the manor and made it back to the Camry in record time. Once inside, Naruto whooped from the backseat.
“It totally worked!” he cried, delighted.
“Yeah, until Itachi starts calling phone numbers and trying to track me down,” Sasuke muttered.
“The only numbers in that file are mine, Iruka’s, and Gai’s,” Kakashi said. “I spoke to Gai before we left, and he understands the…situation. If anyone tries to hunt you down, they’ll get the run-around.”
Sasuke grunted, clearly not convinced. “And where are we going, exactly?”
“Well, first we’re dropping Naruto off at Jiraiya’s,” Kakashi said.
“And then I’ll vanish with him on his book tour for two weeks!” Naruto said enthusiastically.
Kakashi smiled. “And then you and I will head to my beach house.”
“Beach house?” Sasuke suddenly looked interested.
“Don’t get too excited,” Kakashi warned. “It’s small, and the beach is pretty quiet. Not commercial or anything. But it’s got a spare room and nobody knows where it is except my late father who left it to me.”
Kakashi reflected for a moment that this situation could easily be construed as kidnapping. Could one kidnap the willing? Without signing some sort of paperwork?
Kakashi swallowed and turned to head for Jiraiya’s, thankful he already had his own bags in the trunk. If he had to make more stops and think about this further, he might call the whole thing off and dump Sasuke and his issues on someone else.
Surprisingly, that thought made Kakashi feel…strangely protective. And a little angry. He mentally shook himself.
From the back seat, Naruto suddenly giggled and leaned forward to whisper something in Sasuke’s ear. Sasuke made a disgusted noise and shoved the blond boy away.
“Shut the fuck up, moron.”
Naruto laughed again, his eyes sly as he winked at Sasuke before settling back into his seat.
Kakashi frowned and glanced at Sasuke.
Now, what was all that about?~*~
Later that evening, Kakashi and Sasuke arrived at the beach house, most of the drive having passed in complete silence. Kakashi found he didn’t mind that so much…now that they were alone, he felt more than a little uncomfortable about the position he was in. He didn’t regret helping Sasuke…but he began to worry that the youth might view this situation as several shades of improper.
It really didn’t help that said youth didn’t look at all like a child.
And he smelled like vanilla.
Kakashi mentally kicked himself, the migraine that threatened earlier beginning to sink into his skull. He shut off the car.
“We’re here,” he said, albeit a little redundantly.
“This is it?” Sasuke asked, eying the small house with the chipped paint with something like disdain.
“Yes, this is your hideout that I willingly offered to you so that you didn’t go to jail.”
“Hn,” Sasuke muttered and climbed out of the car without another word.
Once inside, Kakashi dropped his bags by the front door, leaving it open. The evening air was full of sea salt spray and the smell of beach. The cabin needed a good airing and a better cleaning.
“Get the windows open,” Kakashi said. “And then we’ll need to clean this place out a bit to make it livable.”
Sasuke dropped his bags in silence and began to open the windows in the living room, pulling back the drapes with a sneeze.
The cabin was small: two bedrooms, each with a bathroom, a living area with a high ceiling, a kitchen that overlooked and connected to the living area, and a dining nook next to the kitchen with a view of the back deck. The deck was partially covered and screened, and each of the bedrooms had a door that led onto the screened portion. The old wooden structure sported an odd assortment of chairs and miscellaneous furniture gathered over the years, and the steps leading off the deck went directly onto the beach. The house stood on stilts, parts of it walled off for storage, and the ocean was mere yards away. Kakashi liked it because the back wall of the house was almost entirely comprised of windows, making it easy to watch the gently rolling waves for hours if one felt like it.
When Sasuke returned from opening the windows, Kakashi handed him some cleaner from under the sink in the kitchen.
“There’re rags in the linen closet in the hallway. I brought sheets; they’re in the trunk. Clean anything with a flat surface and make up a bed for yourself.”
For the next couple of hours, the two men cleaned in silence. Sasuke was surprisingly efficient and didn’t complain once while he worked. Kakashi thawed and cooked a frozen meal together for the two of them, and they ate outside on the deck. It was dark, but the half-moon lit up the water and made it ripple with silver.
“This is…nice…” Sasuke said after the food was finished and both men were happily digesting.
“Thanks,” Kakashi said, trying not to notice the way the moonlight also played in Sasuke’s hair.
Student, student, student! Kakashi yelled at himself. Probably straight student. In trouble.
God…he needed a drink.
“Do you come out here a lot?” Sasuke asked.
Kakashi shrugged. “When I can.”
“Why are you doing this?” Sasuke asked like he couldn’t help himself, voice suddenly quieter.
Kakashi shrugged. “The deck’s got a great view of the ocean, and I don’t really feel like cleaning up just yet.” He fought back a smirk.
Leaning forward and putting his elbows on the table, Kakashi looked at Sasuke seriously. “Because I could,” he said. “I’ve seen plenty of kids get ruined by screwed up family lives, and you don’t need to be another one. Was this the sanest choice? Probably not…and I don’t need to tell you what will happen if we get caught.” He paused and sipped his water. “But then…I don’t have a whole lot that anyone in authority could take away for me to miss these days.”
“I won’t let that happen,” Sasuke said.
The vehemence behind the words startled Kakashi, and his face relaxed into a smile. “I appreciate that, Sasuke, but I’m not sure it’d be your choice.”
Sasuke tilted his head and stared at Kakashi for a long time, face expressionless. It reminded Kakashi of his brother’s gaze, and that made him distinctly uncomfortable.
“Won’t happen,” Sasuke said and stood up. “I’m going to bed. Thank you for dinner.”
Without further ceremony, Sasuke went inside.
Leaving Kakashi with the dirty dishes.