sunshineverse | [ Closed, April 4th]

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[ Closed, April 4th]

Who: Iruka and Itachi
Where: Their shared home
When: Day of April 4th
What: Busy schedules loosen up to allow the pair a short time together.

It was still a little surreal, for this to be his home. Sure, he'd spent plenty of time in here, enough to feel at ease, but something about this being his permanent abode (lest the pair opt to move) hadn't quite completely settled just yet. It was a good feeling, though. They'd both predictably been busy, but now Itachi had some rare time off, landing face first into the sheets, opting for a short nap.

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Iruka had been busy, and this afternoon in particular had been... rough, though it had been a relief to have a better idea of what Itachi was up to. Sure, he was still gone for days or weeks at a time, as was typical with shinobi, but he didn't have to take random guesses at when he was home either. Still, he had to wonder if this would be counterproductive to the whole getting Itachi to talk to his family more concept.

He hadn't really had time to worry about that, and was still settling into the slightly cuddlier concept of Itachi, something that he could use at the moment. He peered at his bed as a sweep of the apartment located Itachi, and he leaned in the doorway, examining the way the man was curled up asleep. It really wasn't big enough for two, the whole apartment wasn't, really, but it would do for the time being.

He decided to go over and sit by Itachi, trying hard not to jostle him enough to wake him, and walking heavily enough he didn't set off any mental alarms by 'sneaking'.

Edited 2015-05-14 04:44 (UTC)

The sound of the footsteps across the floor is enough to bring him into the world of the living, remaining still and listening for now. There's no indication yet that he'll be staying for very long, that is, until the footsteps keep nearing him.

He peers at him through heavy eyelids, the bottoms turning up as he manages a small, warm smile, asking with his eyes alone. Staying for a bit? He can make some space if that's the case.

"So much for not waking you." It was a murmur, and he settled beside him, reaching down to run his fingers over his hair. "Have a good day?"

"Mm, you weren't being very silent." Which was good, he'd nothing to worry about.

"It was tiring." As evidenced by his need to nap afterwards. "But not bad." He shuts his eyes again, enjoying the hand in his hair with a light hum.

"If I'd been silent you would have woken with a kunai in hand." He shook his head, watching him for a long moment.

"Mm." He can't disagree. Silence is reserved for someone wanting to hurt him, usually. Those who had little to fear would not conceal their presence.

There's a long breath. Content, relaxed.

"If you want to go back to sleep you don't have to let me keep you up, I'm home for the night." He brushed his fingers over his cheek then leaned over to kiss his nose. "I'm going to make dinner either way."

"I'll get up for food." It was a short nap, anyways, he hadn't meant to turn in for the night. The kiss earns Iruka a soft him, leaning into the contact gently.

"You wouldn't let me go hungry, ah?" He mentions, playfully.

He laughed, pulling back and giving him a font smile as he got off the bed. "I never have before."

"And I was hoping you wouldn't start." He continues, but he knows Iruka would never. Now he has to go through the oh so arduous process of sitting up and actually getting out of bed. It was so comfortable.

His hum was rather knowing. "A hope you don't have to worry about too much I'm sure." He shook his head, then turned and headed for the door.

No, no, he wouldn't have to worry at all, really.

He follows, after he gets a stretch in, tying his hair back so it's out of his way.

He heard him moving after him but didn't pause in his trek back to the kitchen, humming as he started to get things down for a simple meal. "Anything you can share about your recent work?"

"Mostly keeping a watch on things." Couldn't share much more than that, unfortunately. He waits near him, for instructions to help.

"That seems to be mostly what you do." He shook his head, then noticed the hovering, pushing something over for him to cut up. "It's a good job for someone as patient as you, so I see why you went that way."

He liked compliments like that. Suited to his actual disposition. He slices the offered food with care and precision, awaiting to hand it back when ready. "And you? Anything interesting?"

"You know how it is." He smiled, shaking his head. "A recently graduated class, this one had another Hokage family member." He paused, then huffed a breath, laughing. "I just realized they keep giving those kids to me. I'm starting to suspect a trend."

"Ah, well, you seem to be rather good with them..." he hums, keeping his gaze on him for a moment.

"I was thinking more that they're saying something complimentary, but I have no plan to take it as more than face value. If there were politics involved I don't want to know of it."

"Mm, that's fair enough." He'd take his position at the table now, after he set the plates, lest Iruka need his help for anything else.

He picked up the cut veggies Itachi had left in his wake, adding them to what he was working on without a pause. He cast an eye over him and waved to his teapot. "You've never much cared for that sort of thing yourself, have you?" It was a murmur, a little wry, and he shook his head. "I think of the two of us, I care more."

"I know enough, at least to get by." Had to. There were many things he simply had to know. Either running off about foreign politics during his spy work or feigning lack of knowledge at times.

Or rather, his view on how they should be handled differed from majority opinion.

He noticed that Itachi hadn't noticed his gesture and waved him more pointedly at his teapot to get him moving before turning back to the pan he was adding things to. "Oh I know that. You wouldn't be nearly so good at your job, and evading answers at that, if you weren't aware of how to handle the details."

You'd think he'd be accustomed to the gesture, and get it the first time, but his mind got away from him for a moment. Now he complies, setting the kettle for their tea.

"Mm, it also involves suspending my beliefs, to allow others to offer their own. Suppose sometimes it leads to a better outcome."

He looked over at him in amusement, then shook his head and gave a toss of the flat patties he'd created from vegetables to make sure that they didn't burn. "You enjoy playacting Itachi, you're not fooling me."

There's a smile there. With Iruka, he's glad to be caught. It's quite nice he can so easily see through it, because to many others, his ability to lie was almost without flaw. Doesn't help around most everyone else, it's a trained instinct. What a horrible liar he was.

"Guilty as charged."

He hummed and took the food off the stove, moving to get a few things to put with it. "Of course you are. I know my Tachi-chan."

Oh, he shouldn't feel that warm about that nickname...but it happens anyways. He lets himself stew in the feeling while he prepares a tray for the tea, soon setting it in the middle of the table.

The reaction to the nickname made him smile. He remembered the first time he'd used it on the Uchiha, after all, and the then-boy hadn't been anywhere near so pleased as the man he was now. Now, well, he only ever used it in private now.

"Dinner should be ready in just a moment, go sit."

"Ah, I will, I will." it's a soft murmur, and soon enough he's sat himself down in the chair, waiting patiently. Just the two of them.

He gathered everything up without any trouble, juggling the dishes as he brought them over to the table, setting them down with quick efficiency and then dropping into the chair by him to reach for the spoon to the rice. "All done."

"Ah, thank you." Time to eat. His stomach was rumbling after that long work day and that well deserved nap.

It was good he could self justify sleeping now, and not feel guilty about it, like he was wasting time he could be doing something else.

He serves himself well, knowing he'll likely end up with a second helping.

"Of course. I know you can't cook." He flashed him a small grin. "Just be glad I wasn't feeling spicy."

"I wouldn't be opposed to being taught." This way, he didn't have to entirely depend on Iruka being present to be fed, considering their busy schedules.

"I know, but we don't tend to have the time." He shook his head, knowing it was more Itachi not being able to be around than his own schedule, not that his was inconsiderable. "I'll talk you through some dishes next time, sound like a plan?"

"Mm. I like that." His smile is further agreement as he continues eating, though he stops occasionally to give him fond glances.

He smiled and settled back, enjoying the quiet as they ate, though he was aware of the way Itachi kept peeking at him. It was cute, but he wouldn't poke at him about it.

He takes his time, neither rushing nor drawing it out too long, and stands to put his dishes away when through, his hum serving as thanks for the meal.

He nodded, watching him in the comfortable silence. He always liked to watch Itachi. He'd seen his grace develop over the years and it was... cute.

Not that he'd say as much. Most days.

How long before it left him, though. The shinobi work was sure to catch up, eventually ridding him of his grip, and steadiness, and possibly many more things.

But he doesn't mind being watched, not by Iruka, at least.

"I'll have to get new books soon." he mentions, as it seems Iruka's not finished with his own meal yet.

"I'll be sure to pick some up then." He flashed him an amused look, then shook his head, finally turning his attention properly back to his food. "Have you really gone through all of mine already?"

"I did read quite a bit when I was sick." And take some on missions when he had to pass time and could open a book and pay attention to it. His reading material might have to change, though.

"And I brought you books from your Mother's during that as well." His tone was a touch dry.

Ah, was he in trouble...? "You did." Comes the response, perhaps a bit careful.

"We can go to the bookstore together Itachi." It was a murmur, amused as he caught the look on his face. He looked so much like a guilty student in that moment it was all he could do not to laugh.

"I'd like that." He can't guarantee he won't try to leave without the whole store in tow, though.

He reached over, ruffling up his hair. "Good. We'll do that soon."

There's a half hearted, joking glare for that. Now it's all mussed up and in his face.

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