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I can watch you drink water as you sober up. You're way past your limit.

[ Which that puddle in front of his door indicates.

Kakashi carefully steps past it again and then opens his own door, since it's not exactly tenable to keep an eye on Iruka if he were to just send him home. Keeping an eye on him at his own apartment makes more sense, at least until Iruka passes out or falls asleep. ]

We can either do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way, Iruka-sensei. Your choice.

[ The hard way might or might not involve Sharingan.

Kakashi ushers Iruka inside, and closes the door, making sure to block Iruka's access to the bag on the floor with his body. ]

Edited 2014-02-02 09:55 (UTC)

Hmmmm, screw you~

[Iruka promptly turns around from the door way, intent on getting to the elevators, which he conveniently remembers actually exists.]

It's my body!

[Perhaps when Iruka is more sober, he'll realize what he has done and spend the rest of his pitiful life in Luceti apologizing.]

[ Really, dealing with drunk Iruka is like dealing with a twelve year old. Kakashi sighs and grabs Iruka again, whirling him around as he brushes back silver hair slightly obscuring his left eye as he turns his Sharingan on Iruka, shutting his right. ]

I really didn't want to have to do this, but, you need to go to sleep now.

[ Said as he lifts a hand in a seal to activate the jutsu. ]

Edited 2014-02-02 10:01 (UTC)

[Iruka doesn't even know what him because he only manages a -- ]

H-Hey --!

[-- before he promptly passes out, in the middle of the hallway, in Kakashi's arms and just goes boneless. Maybe it's for the best, that he sleeps off the rabid thoughts running amok in his mind. He's a dead weight in Kakashi's grip. Or rather, whatever grip Kakashi has on him.]

[ Kakashi had fully been prepared that Iruka would be dead weight the moment he used Sharingan on him, and catches him just before his knees go out. It only takes him a moment to adjust himself to shift Iruka onto his back and hoist him up, carrying him back into his apartment, and depositing him on the couch.

He takes the time to remove Iruka's shoes and throws a few towels over him as a protective barrier between vomit particles and the blanket he covers Iruka with after.

Task completed, Kakashi heads off to finish cleaning the mess outside. He ends up tossing both the garbage can and the mop, as well as dirty paper towels, down the incinerator trash chute.

Eventually, he goes to bed.

Iruka will have an especially terrible hangover in the morning, no thanks to the extra hit of Sharingan Kakashi gave him. But really, Kakashi can't be bothered enough to give a shit. ]

[And what a terrible hangover it is the next morning, indeed.

Iruka wakes up with a sore muscle spot somewhere between his shoulder blade and neck and with a pounding headache. He reminds himself that while Luceti is... generous with their flavored alcoholic beverages, and while they don't taste as strong as to what he is more used to back home, they are probably worst. All that that sweet flavor masking the real alcohol content of the darn thing.

(Ironic, how for a brief moment, Iruka you realize Luceti is exactly like the booze they make available to the public. Sweet and yet completely intoxicating. A lie.)

Iruka groans a bit and throws an arm over his head, and it takes a good while to remember why he is here. He knows why he had started drinking in the first place, he also knows that he had also reminded himself constantly to go straight home after the first bottle and continue drinking there instead.

Ah. So he did make it home. And crashed on the couch.

That... is missing one of those fluffy pillows he picked up that one time...

Oh.

Right.]

Oh no...

[Iruka digs both palms into his eye socket and sucks in a few breaths before even daring to attempt to sit up. Which is successful, way to go, sensei, no vomit yet! Except there had been vomit. He can smell it on himself and good lord this is Kakashi's apartment, and that means he must have --

Iruka promptly decides that he will just ask Kakash outright. If he threw up on him or not. And if he needs new shoes. Again.

Before that though, Iruka decides to make things right. The polite thing to do is to clear up the shit he might have caused. So once Iruka decides that he can actually bare the headache, he slowly and cautiously gets on his feet to find the bathroom to get himself together.

And hopefully, he'll get started on cleaning up (just in case) and breakfast as a sort of apology. Then he shall do everything in his power to make himself invisible to Kakashi, as much as possible.

Iruka decides, when he finds the bathroom door, that this is a magnificent plan indeed.]

[ It just so happens to be that Kakashi had just finished his morning shower and was on his way out of the bathroom with a towel draped over his head. He was in the middle of his pulling his mask up over his face, when he opens the door and Iruka's just standing right there. He quickly yanks his mask up the rest of the way up his nose and smooths it out. ]

Ah, you're awake.

[ Iruka doesn't get a "good morning."

Not after last night.

Water drips from the tips of his wet hair, and Kakashi reaches up to give his hair another rub with the towel. ]

[Obviously, it must be a sign. Or karma. Or whatever. Because clearly, avoid-Kakashi-as-much-as-possible-plan is just not off to a good start, is it? Iruka feels embarrassment paint his entire face all the way down to his stomach red.]

Yeah. I was going to prepare breakfast for you. As an apology. Then kick myself out. Without you knowing. That was the plan, but well, I guess you're awake now, so no point in the surprise! bit --

[Iruka clears his throat and averts his gaze.]

Sorry. [It comes out as a mumble at first, and maybe it's partly due to him stammering and babbling at being caught off guard like that. But then Iruka straightens up and looks Kakashi right in the eye and says it more sincerely.] I am sorry. For last night. [Whatever he may have done, which seems like a very vague memory at the moment, but Iruka knows himself. It will come to him later. Like a punch in the face.

Then he can spend the rest of his days really enforcing the avoid-Kakashi-as-much-as-possible-plan.]

[ Kakashi sighs, pulling the towel off his head and throwing it over his shoulder as he exits the bathroom, pushing past Iruka. ]

You look and smell like shit. [ Or vomit, more precisely. ] Go take a shower, and then we'll talk.

[ Or Iruka can just go back to his own apartment and take a shower and then they can talk. Whichever works better. ]

[Iruka doesn't even bat an eye lash. He simply nods, gives a polite smile, turns around and marches right out fo the door without so much as a second glance behind him.

He doesn't even come back for a long while. And maybe it seems like Iruka has run away. Avoiding Kakashi. Enforcing his plan.

Truth is, Iruka is better and more comfortable preparing his apology in the comforts of his own (temporary) home. Iruka takes his sweet time too with cleaning himself up, cutting up stuff, preparing etc. And just in case he misses Kakashi, he keeps it in mind to pack everything up in a proper bento. In case Kakashi has to go, or is in a hurry, or whatever. ~~Does he even have any bento boxes? He should probably check, darn.~~

Maybe him taking his time is also part of the plan. iruka just doesn't know it yet. But then it might seem like Iruka is being cowardly, so half way through stirring the rice and flipping the omelette, Iruka sends out a clone to knock on Kakashi's door.]

[ It just so happens to be that Kakashi hadn't left just yet, and is still home. The door opens after a moment, and Kakashi stares at Iruka. Then realizes a moment later that he's actually staring at his clone.

He quirks a brow.

Was Iruka so scared of what Kakashi might do that he sent a kage bunshin in place of himself to talk to him? Really. ]

[Iruka blinks.]

I hope you haven't bothered to start breakfast yet. Please come over. It will spare you the dirty dishes, at least.

I didn't ask for you to make breakfast.

[ The only thing Kakashi had wanted to do was talk, not have breakfast.

He's a little surprised that Iruka actually did make good on his word about making him breakfast, which he had thought he was mostly just saying to make up for the embarrassment of the previous night. ]

It's called an olive branch. An apology. Just accept it, already.

[Iruka deadpans.]

We'll talk, of course. So. Whenever you're ready to come over.

[Then the clone pops away.]

[ Really, Kakashi would have settled for an apology, but a free meal will do just fine.

He goes back in to fetch his keys, sets the traps on his door, then heads over to Iruka's and tries the door. It's unlocked, so he lets himself in and takes off his shoes, closing the door behind him as he looks around.

Surprisingly, for a temporary home, Iruka's place looks pretty lived in. Even though he's only just arrived a little while ago, it looks like he's already decorated.

Kakashi heads deeper into the apartment and finds Iruka in the kitchen.

Whatever he's making smells really good.

He doesn't say anything to announce himself, just loudly scrapes the chair back as he moves it at the table and sits down. ]

Edited 2014-02-17 06:50 (UTC)

[Iruka sets everything on the table. The meal is very traditional (rice, fish, eggs and salads, pickles and tea in an actual teapot!), and very well prepared like how someone with all the time in the world would prepare a proper meal. The cutlery too, is proper. It's also quite personalized, all blacks and the interiors glazed in red. They all match. Perhaps, given the situation, Iruka has allowed himself to indulge in the little things that he has lost. To anyone, the table looks like it is prepared someone who is very picky. Very decorative. Very fancy and colorful and nice

To Iruka, in Luceti, where he has nothing but time in his hands, it is a memory of meals shared with family too long ago. ]

I hope you're not a toast and eggs kind of person.

[Iruka says, as he sets the last bowl of pickle on the table and then sits across from Kakashi.]

Please help yourself.

[ This is way more food than Kakashi had expected, and extremely fucking elaborate for breakfast. Normally, he just has coffee and sometimes a protein shake or some eggs. Maybe a bit of bread or a bowl of rice. But never anything this elaborate or well prepared. ]

I'm starting to think you're trying to bribe me with food to forget last night, Iruka-sensei.

[ Said as he reaches for his chopsticks. ]

If i wanted to bribe you, Kakashi-san, you'll know and your meal certainly wouldn't look this simple.

[iruka serves himself some rice and eggs and pours tea for the both of them.]

Now that I have time in my hands, I indulge in things I normally can't when back home. I don't exactly have the time to cook properly when I teach and cover administrative work. Here on the other hand...

[Iruka leaves it at that and takes a sip of his tea.]

I am genuinely sorry for any trouble I may have caused you last night. [A beat.] I am also sincerely hoping I didn't interrupt you while you were in the middle of something important.

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