ura_no_ura | [IC] Appointments

[Once again, Iruka has to commend himself for doing a most excellent job well done. It's been an interesting few days of exploration, witnessing people he recognize doing their daily hum drum from afar, exploring Luceti and whatnot since his arrival. And Iruka has come to one conclusion (and agrees with some of the old and new posts about people liking this place and having no regrets):

Luceti isn't a bad place.

It's really not bad at all.

So much so, that the reality of that thought dawning on Iruka had been enough to give him a mini panic attack (because there is a war back home and none of them can afford to live in comfort here when people are just dying).

Then it hit him. If he stays here, if all of them stays here, hell, if Naruto stays here they can be with people they can grow to love. Naruto can be with his real family.
They are dangerous thoughts, which is why Iruka had gone back to the bar, got himself a nice bottle of... whatever the hell it had been that he had finished too! And now, he is heading back home so he can drink himself stupid and hopefully, the alcohol will erase these dangerous thoughts and he can go back to normal and not wish for things that can't happen.

Because wishing for things like that makes you a very, very bad man. A bad shinobi. A bad human being. A bad citizen of Konoha.

Now if only this door knob can just cooperate, Iruka can sooner lock himself up and drown in his stupid shameful misery. And what a commotion he is making too given the time of night (and Iruka is pretty sure he has counted the doors to his own apartment properly). Iruka shifts the weight of the two bottles in a plastic bag, inserting his wrist into the handle and then begins to vigorously shake the stupid door that would not budge with his key.]

[ Ever since the incidence with the mistletoe a month prior, Kakashi had been mostly keeping to himself for the most part, spending his nights alone, usually holed up with a collection of books he's started to amass from the library and a glass or two of Scotch or shochuu. Socialization wasn't exactly the sort of thing he particularly liked to do back home, and even less so these days when there's the ever-present threat of the Malnosso fucking around with people's heads.

Easier to keep to oneself, as to not potentially cross paths with yet another experiment to entertain the proverbial powers-that-be.

In the months that Kakashi has been in Luceti, he has come to more or less accept his circumstances, if only because attempting to fight with a more-or-less invisible enemy is a futile endeavor, and missions barely ever provide any really useful information. Despite the recent mistletoe incident, and the previous Luceti Valley incident, for the most part, life in Luceti has been slow but peaceful, and Kakashi can't exactly deny that he doesn't enjoy spending stolen time with his sensei and Kushina. Making up for lost time.

And yet.

None of it is real, at least not in the sense of the real world being outside of Luceti, where a war wages. Here, there is a war too, but being under the protection of the Malnosso, and within the barrier of Luceti's enclosure, the effects of war are negligible, and it's far too easy to fall into a life of indolence. Too easy to let one's guard down.

Which is why the sudden rattling at Kakashi's front door has him jumping off his couch with kunai in hand as he sends out his chakra in a testing wave. Could it be that the Third Party had decided to attack the enclosure? That perhaps, somehow the barrier failed?

Just beyond the door he can only sense one presence, and Kakashi creeps a little closer, focusing. With his power at about half-mast here in Luceti, it's harder to get a ping on people, but there's something strangely familiar about this particular chakra signature. Certainly not the signature of a person who can't mold chakra or energy similar to chakra, anyway. He approaches the door carefully, navigating past his traps, then peers out of the peephole, and -- ]

[ Oh.

It's just Iruka. ]

[ Kakashi briefly considers pulling on a shirt over his masked, sleeveless singlet, but then decides against it when the doorknob rattles furiously one more time. With a bit of a sigh, he disarms his traps, then opens the door, gaze dropping down on Iruka, unimpressed.

He's drunk, clearly.

Kakashi can smell it from where he stands. ]

Is there something you need, Iruka-sensei?

[ Lightly.

With the way Iruka was trying his door, Kakashi can only assume it's possible that the man is so drunk he mistook Kakashi's door for his own. ]

[Oh. Oh, attitude!

Well, Iruka is in no mood for that. He just wants his peace and quiet and having this oaf blocking his way from just that is something Iruka will not stand for.]

Well, excuse you. This is my home. I suggest you get yourself sorted and leave at once, thank you.

[Iruka sticks his nose up in the air and attempts to push Kakashi out of the way.]

You're holding the door. Please show yourself out and I will pretend that you did not just invade my home.

[ Kakashi just quirks a brow at that, but stands his ground, holding a hand up and pressing it against Iruka's chest as he attempts to push him aside, more or less preventing him from taking another step forward. ]

Mm, I think you might have had a little too much to drink. Your place is down the hall.

[ He pokes his head out past the door and points down the hall, in the direction of Iruka's place. ]

That way.

No, it isn't. It's right here, I counted right. And look.

[Iruka points at the door, at the 39 that he is seeing. He even squints and blinks several times, too to get the fuzz out of the way.]

My number, my door. Come on, Kakashi-san, I'm really not in the mood for this. I want to sit, drink all of this and pretend I am good shinobi of Konoha and think about the war. Now, out of the way.

[ There's a moment when Kakashi pauses, when he digests just what Iruka is saying. I want to sit, drink all of this and pretend I am a good shinobi of Konoha and think about the war. Which suggests that he hasn't been doing so, and his current state of inebriation most likely is due to the fact that Iruka, too, has found himself falling into the trap Luceti has so pleasantly set for its victims, with all of its pleasantries.

Glancing down to the bottle in Iruka's hand, then back up to his face, Kakashi makes a rather simple decision. He reaches forward and plucks the bottle right out of Iruka's hand. ]

I think you've had a little too much to drink.

[ Iruka isn't even seeing straight, after all, and is reading the 36 on Kakashi's door as the 39 on his own.

He leans down to set the bottle down on the floor inside his apartment, then steps out into the hall and closes the door behind him, leaving it unlocked, since he just intends to walk Iruka to his own door. ]

Come on, let's get you back home, hmm?

Hey, hey, no, oh come on, go get your own damn bottle! Give it back at once!

[Iruka says, huffing and puffing because seriously what is Kakashi's damn deal? Why must he interfere in everything? This is a private matter, as far as Iruka is concerned and maybe, there is a possibility Iruka might have misread the door number wrong (he did finish a good bottle before walking home earlier, after all). And maybe, he is just a little wasted.

But what is Kakashi's deal.]

You know what, fine, stay there. It's not like it's my home. It never will be. Yes, yes, okay, you may keep this home for yourself, then.

[Iruka seems to find this agreeable and logical, so he nods to himself, lowers himself to pick up the bag once more (well, reaches for it, rather). Except maybe he has over estimated his drinking capacity. Or maybe, Luceti's alcohol is just stronger than the ones found in Konoha. Because when Iruka bends to pick up his stash, his world kind of decides to tip over, and vertigo just slams him right between the eyes.

And there goes the content of his stomach. All over Kakashi's floor.

Oh.

Oh dear, Iruka thinks. And finds it a little strange that he is vomiting. And before that thought is even done, he vomits again.]

Edited 2014-02-02 06:10 (UTC)

[ Wonderful.

The second time they come across each other in person since Iruka arrives, and here he is, puking right at Kakashi's feet. At least, he's not puking on them, and instead is just leaving a rather unsavory puddle in the hallway in front of Kakashi's door, but still. This really needs to stop. Kakashi almost considers just going back inside his apartment and closing the door in Iruka's face.

Thinks about it for a moment, and then he actually does. ]

Edited 2014-02-02 06:25 (UTC)

[ About twenty seconds pass.

The door opens again, and this time Kakashi's holding a mop in one hand and a garbage can in the other, which he shoves in the path of Iruka's general path of... projection.

This time he's not going to do anything nice like pat Iruka's back as he did the first time.

Iruka did this to himself, after all. ]

[It doesn't take long to get rid of the brief wave of nausea and even before Kakashi is probably done mopping or something, Iruka is already straightening with his bag in hand.]

Ah. Much better...

[And he does feel much better, clear headed even. Iruka takes a look at the door and blinks. Whether or not he notices the number correctly this time, it doesn't show. instead, he is reaching for the mop and pulling the bin aside.]

Give me that.

I don't think that's such a good idea, Iruka. [ Just Iruka, no "sensei" this time. ] Maybe we should get you back to your apartment, hmm?

[ And preferably, situated in front of the toilet. ]

If I do what you say, you'll leave me alone?

[Iruka sounds dead serious.]

Won't mother me around and all?

[ Kakashi just arcs an eyebrow pointedly at Iruka, very tempted to just shove the mop in his face and go back into his apartment. Really, he probably should, just to teach him a lesson. But picking on someone who's clearly plastered and who probably won't even remember it is really not Kakashi's idea of fun.

Neither is cleaning up a puddle of puke in front of his door. ]

Well, your door is that way, if you want to get going.

[ Points in the direction, and gets right back to mopping up the mess at his door. ]

[It does occur to Iruka that maybe it's some sort of deception, a way for Kakashi to further steal his home from him. It does not occur to Iruka how irrational his thoughts are being. Doesn't even notice.]

You may keep my lodgings to yourself.

[If Kakashi wants it that bad, by all means. Iruka simply pulls a bottle out of the bag, opens it and takes a sip. All this while he turns towards the direction Kakashi had pointed previously.]

[ Seriously, this is starting to become rather ridiculous. Kakashi lets out a slow, controlled exhale through his nose as he contemplates just letting Iruka have his way with alcohol, but that would certainly not be very responsible of him, nor would it be the right thing to do. So he sets the broom aside and reaches out to grab Iruka's shoulder, turning him back to face him. ]

Iruka.

[ Says it to just get the man's attention, as he steals the second bottle from Iruka (how many bottles did he even buy?) as well as the bag. ]

You're cut off for the night.

[It takes a good minute for Iruka to digest that.]

You know, if you want some, we can share. That's fine. But we are not that close for you to boss me around at a personal level.

I am your superior, though, whether you like it or not. And I'm not about to allow you to drink yourself to death because you feel guilty about something outside of your control.

[ Kakashi doesn't actually know if Iruka will completely be able to understand this, but he'll say it anyway, since it's worth saying. ]

Oh good! Maybe then I'll be able to go home. Why don't we experiment? See what killing yourself does to you?

[Iruka will have none of that.]

Hand them back, Kakashi. Let's not make a mess of things, now.

Go back to your apartment, Iruka.

[ Kakashi says flatly, sliding the open bottle back into the bag. ]

No.

[Iruka reaches for the bag. To grab it back.]

Come on, hand it over!

[He is getting really frustrated too.]

[ Kakashi's really had enough of this. He jerks the bag back so Iruka can't grab it, takes a step back, then turns, slips back into his apartment, and closes the door.

Hear that, Iruka?

That's the sound of the lock clicking. ]

[Iruka actulally yells. In frustration. He even gives the door a good nice kick.]

Fine, asshole! Alcohol thief! Cheapskate! Keep it!

[Iruka spins abruptly and huffs, making his way towards the stairwell. I'll just get more myself! Which Iruka proceeds to just do, making his way down the stairs because that's how he had come up and in his drunken mind, that is how he should be going down.

Except half way down the first set of stairs, Iruka misses his step and tumbles down with a sad and pathetic "umph!"

In all fairness though, Iruka does think he is walking very, very straight and in a civilised manner. But that's what alcohol does to you, though. Makes you think things are okay, when they really are not.

This is not his night. Not his night at all. So much so, Iruka just starts laughing. To the point of breathlessness and tears, too.]

Edited 2014-02-02 07:44 (UTC)

[ Kakashi thought he was well past caring, and had just about to begin setting to the task of putting the alcohol away and getting more cleaning supplies from the kitchen anyway, to clean up the rest of the gunk in the hallway.

He was entirely ready to just ignore the moron outside, figuring that Iruka would eventually find his way back into his own apartment. But no sooner did he turn and take two steps, did he hear the door to the stairwell open, and before he had a chance to yank his door open and grab Iruka before he took a step into the hallway, the sound of sequential thumps echoed from the hall just as Kakashi opened his door.

For a moment, he was about to worry that Iruka had actually hurt himself, but then he heard it -- the laughter.

What a drunk fool.

Kakashi sighs a withered sound, carefully steps over the stained spot in his hallway, then pushes open the door to the stairs and just looks down at Iruka from the top of the landing. It seems that Iruka had only fallen about five steps-- not too bad, but even still, there's something of a scratch on the chuunin's forehead, and he's probably a bit banged up. ]

I believe your apartment is in the other direction, sensei.

[ Kakashi says very flatly, then heads down the stairs, bends down, and starts to help Iruka up, hand curling around his arm to pull him up. ]

[Action - Jan 23, 2014)

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