Home and a drabble.
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midnightdiddleI love my home. Where else can you go skiing and swimming out in the open within an hour or so drive of each other? Does anyone even understand that statement? To explain: From my home, I can drive for an hour, maybe two, to get to a skii resort with lots of snow, and go skiiing. From my home, I can drive for about five minutes, or less, and go swimming in an outdoor swimming pool. Both are open. That's how cool my home is. Seventy plus degree skiing weather. And plus, in my home, I have my kitty, who's lying across my laptop right now! She's so precious.....I love her to death!
Thoughts on my last drabble, the one with Anko? Yeah, that one. So the idea of Anko/Ibiki or rather, Ibiki/Anko, came from Nene. Dang you, girl. And now, really, really quick drabble, that's really, really short, on IruAnko, because after this I have to run to the store for Mother's Day presents.
She's stronger than him. If it really came down to it, she could probably wipe the floor with his face, and they both know it, but now, in times like this, when he's holding her up and her legs are wrapped around his waist, that doesn't matter. His hands are so much bigger than hers, spread over her back, and she feels like he's holding all of her, and she likes that feeling, likes belonging to him. He's swinging her around in the room and there's music playing from the TV, and he's laughing, just laughing and laughing and laughing, and God, but does she love this man.
"Iruka," she tries to say, but she's laughing too, "put me down."
He swings her again and she clings tighter to him, laughing harder. Her hair's down, and she doesn't know when he'd pulled the ties out, but his hair's down too, so maybe it's alright. As she's twirled she lets her head fall back, and her face is covered in her hair and his, and it looks so similar, so dark and shiny.
"You're back," he mumbles against her throat as he spins her one last time, then sets her down. She sits, dizzy, and he kneels next to her, his nose pressed against her hair. "You're back, you're finally back."
He sounds so young when he says this, his big hands wrapped around her waist and pulling her tight against him, and she pets his hair, smoothing it back from his eyes.
"I'm back," she assures him, and he nestles closer to her. She doesn't know why he waits for her when it hurts him so much, when he's always so sure she won't come back again. It hurts her, leaving him for weeks on end, and to know that he's at home, watching the door, to know that he's hurting, but then, when he laughs like this when she comes through the door, it feels better. To have someone waiting for her means so much and she scoots forward, climbing into his lap, helped by his wandering hands. "You're such a pervert," she says and he laughs again, holding her and holding her and just holding her, and she feels alive when his arms are wrapped around her like this, fingers rubbing circles against her back.
"I missed you," he says as though it's an excuse, and maybe it is. "Kakashi was following me all week, wouldn't leave me alone."
She kisses his cheek, a peck here, another peck there, and a lingering brush of lips against his. "Do I need to protect my 'Ruka's virtue?" she asks, and he kisses her back, hard at first, then softer. His arms loosen around her body until he's nothing but gentleness.
"Who's virtue?" he asks against the corner of her mouth and her eyes slide shut. It doesn't matter that she could beat him ten ways from Sunday in a fight, that she's faster than him, stronger than him, because he waits for her, just like he's waited for everyone else who never returned. He waits, watching the door, like he'd waited for his parents, his team, his friends, and everytime when she comes home he laughs, tears in his eyes. And that makes him stronger than Anko can ever hope to be. And God, but does she love him.
I hope I redeemed myself by the end. Urk. Off to shop for gifts for my mother and grandmother!
Thoughts on my last drabble, the one with Anko? Yeah, that one. So the idea of Anko/Ibiki or rather, Ibiki/Anko, came from Nene. Dang you, girl. And now, really, really quick drabble, that's really, really short, on IruAnko, because after this I have to run to the store for Mother's Day presents.
She's stronger than him. If it really came down to it, she could probably wipe the floor with his face, and they both know it, but now, in times like this, when he's holding her up and her legs are wrapped around his waist, that doesn't matter. His hands are so much bigger than hers, spread over her back, and she feels like he's holding all of her, and she likes that feeling, likes belonging to him. He's swinging her around in the room and there's music playing from the TV, and he's laughing, just laughing and laughing and laughing, and God, but does she love this man.
"Iruka," she tries to say, but she's laughing too, "put me down."
He swings her again and she clings tighter to him, laughing harder. Her hair's down, and she doesn't know when he'd pulled the ties out, but his hair's down too, so maybe it's alright. As she's twirled she lets her head fall back, and her face is covered in her hair and his, and it looks so similar, so dark and shiny.
"You're back," he mumbles against her throat as he spins her one last time, then sets her down. She sits, dizzy, and he kneels next to her, his nose pressed against her hair. "You're back, you're finally back."
He sounds so young when he says this, his big hands wrapped around her waist and pulling her tight against him, and she pets his hair, smoothing it back from his eyes.
"I'm back," she assures him, and he nestles closer to her. She doesn't know why he waits for her when it hurts him so much, when he's always so sure she won't come back again. It hurts her, leaving him for weeks on end, and to know that he's at home, watching the door, to know that he's hurting, but then, when he laughs like this when she comes through the door, it feels better. To have someone waiting for her means so much and she scoots forward, climbing into his lap, helped by his wandering hands. "You're such a pervert," she says and he laughs again, holding her and holding her and just holding her, and she feels alive when his arms are wrapped around her like this, fingers rubbing circles against her back.
"I missed you," he says as though it's an excuse, and maybe it is. "Kakashi was following me all week, wouldn't leave me alone."
She kisses his cheek, a peck here, another peck there, and a lingering brush of lips against his. "Do I need to protect my 'Ruka's virtue?" she asks, and he kisses her back, hard at first, then softer. His arms loosen around her body until he's nothing but gentleness.
"Who's virtue?" he asks against the corner of her mouth and her eyes slide shut. It doesn't matter that she could beat him ten ways from Sunday in a fight, that she's faster than him, stronger than him, because he waits for her, just like he's waited for everyone else who never returned. He waits, watching the door, like he'd waited for his parents, his team, his friends, and everytime when she comes home he laughs, tears in his eyes. And that makes him stronger than Anko can ever hope to be. And God, but does she love him.
I hope I redeemed myself by the end. Urk. Off to shop for gifts for my mother and grandmother!
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Date: 2005-05-08 09:01 pm (UTC)Iruka is probably capable of passing the exams to be a jounin. I would expect you would have to be damn good at what it takes to be a nin to teach them if they expect the students to survive. He also must be a phenominal teacher because the entire rookie nine were his students very shortly before the jounin teachers got to them. This gives me the impression that he truely knows what he is doing far better then his rank would necessarily indicate. He also handles a lot of classified information. The shear volume of data in his head would make him a gold mine for enemy intel if he were captured. The term stalking goat seems like it may actually apply to him.
We only see Iruka fight once and that fight is interupted by Naruto at the end. We really know next to nothing about his actual combat ability. It makes a great case for speculation doesn't it?
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Date: 2005-05-09 05:38 am (UTC)And I like to think that Iruka's stronger than people think he is. ^___^ There's no way he can be as weak as many people write him out to be, so is my belief.
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Date: 2005-05-10 02:04 am (UTC)Feel free to pick my brain any time you like. We see the guy everywhere in the admin circles and in the academy circles, he has to have access to all kinds of things. I actually have plot bunnies running around in my head that will never come into fruition dealing with reasons why Iruka would not be permitted to gain higher rank. Perhaps he has a fatal weakness that if other people realized was there could drop him in a matter of seconds? Perhaps he doesn't want a higher rank because staying a chunin lets him off the hook for assasinations? Who knows?