[ObiKaka][Thirty Kisses] Prompt 19: Red
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hikoloveTitle: Students and Teachers
30 Kisses Prompt #19: Red
Pairing/Characters: Jiraiya and Yondaime. Mentions of Obito/Kakashi
Rating: PG-13, humor
Summary: The Yellow Flash of Konoha and his teacher, Jiraiya, have a conversation about Obito and Kakashi being dumb kids. Well, dumb kids that kiss.
Author’s Note: Trying a different approach to the Kisses prompts. It’s still a story about Obito and Kakashi, except that they are being talked about, and not actually there. You have been warned. And if you haven’t read about the Fourth’s name yet, it is liberally mentioned, so if you are waiting for that to happen in the anime, this will spoil it. I think that covers any problems that may arise.
Jiraiya was impressed and amused when his former student slammed down his empty sake cup. There was a look of despair on the young man’s face, and Jiraiya couldn’t help but laugh when he demanded more.
“It can’t be that bad,” Jiraiya said, pouring out the milky liquid. “I mean, you should have seen the old man’s face when he saw Orochimaru and I—”
“No! Don’t say it, for the love of all the beautiful ladies in Konoha, don’t continue.” Lifting the cup to his lips, this time Jiraiya was entertained by Minato taking his time to drink the small amount of liquid in the cup. “Oh god, this stuff is weird. You drink some weird sake, sensei.”
“Variety is the spice of life,” Jiraiya replied. “It’s why I’ll never settle down.”
“I thought that was because Orochimaru betrayed you and Tsunade wouldn’t have you,” Minato replied. Jiraiya sputtered at that, and turned red.
“I’ll remind you that your students have decided to explore their sexuality with each other—”
“Oh for the love of—dammit, I hate you.” Minato took the sake bottle, and poured more out for the both of them. Jiraiya smiled at the look of despair on his friend’s face. He remembered that look well, from his own sensei.
“If you hated me, we wouldn’t be drinking to forget together,” Jiraiya said.
“I’m trying to forget why I hate you so I can wallow in self misery in peace,” Minato replied, tipping the contents of the cup into his mouth.
“And Kushina won’t let you do that in the house,” Jiraiya said.
Minato turned red, and shook his head. “N-nothing like that. No.” Minato hung his head. “Sensei, they’re hardly fourteen, and I saw them touching parts of each other’s bodies that I really did not want to see.”
“I keep trying to say, I was doing worse with Oro—”
“I don’t need that image in my head, sensei,” Minato said, groaning. “I don’t know why you ever—and with him, of all people—but I really don’t want to hear it.”
“Because this is time for you to wallow in misery,” Jiraiya said, flatly.
“Yes,” Minato replied, face on the table in shame. “And it wouldn’t be so bad if it was just once, but I keep seeing them. I caught them in a CLASSROOM, for heaven’s sake!” Minato turned up his face towards the entirely unsympathetic Jiraiya. “They aren’t even in the academy anymore, and they were having—doing—oh god why me.” Minato’s head fell down on the table, and Jiraiya sighed.
“At least they aren’t fighting anymore,” he said, pouring Minato another drink. He waved down a waiter for another flask of sake, and patted his student’s head.
“No, they are still fighting,” Minato moaned from the table. “But it’s weird. They just hit each other, and then just walk around saying that their bodies hurt. And then later I see them kissing whatever body part they hit on the other and—”
“Huh. Interesting.”
“Do I even want to know how that’s interesting?” Minato moaned, looking up briefly at Jiraiya. The thoughtful look on his sensei’s face was not encouraging. Jiraiya smiled, and Minato groaned. That smile was never good.
“I was just thinking about a scene in my book,” Jiraiya said. “There are two girls, wouldn’t it be lovely to see, heeheehee.” Minato blanched at Jiraiya’s giggles, feeling vaguely disgusting that the thought of his students kissing each other’s injuries gave him such perverted thoughts.
“You’re disgusting, sensei,” Minato replied. “Obito and Kakashi are not two cute young girls in a book. They are my stupid students who seem to think that this is a good thing.”
“Oh come on, Minato,” Jiraiya said. “They aren’t doing anything wrong. So they’re feeling each other up and exploring. It’s nothing terrible.”
“Is that how you feel about Orochimaru?” Minato asked. Jiraiya sighed.
“What that bastard snake and I did was nothing more then power play,” Jiraiya said. “We were trying to assert who was on top. Even if that wasn’t always the position—”
“I’m sorry I asked,” Minato moaned. Jiraiya patted his head, and heard the young man sigh. “Sensei?”
“Yes?”
“Am I really overreacting?”
“Yes,” Jiraiya said. “Think about it like this. We teach these kids to kill from how young? We expect them to be able to kill in cold blood like adults, because that is their job, and then we expect them to remain children in all other respects.”
Minato sat up, straightening himself and looking at Jiraiya. “Suddenly, you’ve made this very serious.”
“Minato.” Jiraiya sighed, and put his hand on his friend’s hair, and ruffled it. “Don’t worry. I’ve met your boys, I don’t think that Sakumo’s son would do anything stupid. And he’ll keep the Uchiha kid in line. Don’t worry.”
Minato sighed, and gave Jiraiya a tired smile. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m just overreacting from catching them red handed all the time.”
“You’ve caught them twice,” Jiraiya said. “It’s not the end of the world.”
“It seems like it,” Minato muttered. “I’m old. We’re old. My students are growing up too fast.”
When Jiraiya ruffled his hair again, Minato looked up into the older man’s eyes, and saw a kind smile. He grinned back, feeling like a kid again, even if he wasn’t.
“They usually do,” Jiraiya said. “But sometimes, you see them grow into greatness.”
30 Kisses Prompt #19: Red
Pairing/Characters: Jiraiya and Yondaime. Mentions of Obito/Kakashi
Rating: PG-13, humor
Summary: The Yellow Flash of Konoha and his teacher, Jiraiya, have a conversation about Obito and Kakashi being dumb kids. Well, dumb kids that kiss.
Author’s Note: Trying a different approach to the Kisses prompts. It’s still a story about Obito and Kakashi, except that they are being talked about, and not actually there. You have been warned. And if you haven’t read about the Fourth’s name yet, it is liberally mentioned, so if you are waiting for that to happen in the anime, this will spoil it. I think that covers any problems that may arise.
Jiraiya was impressed and amused when his former student slammed down his empty sake cup. There was a look of despair on the young man’s face, and Jiraiya couldn’t help but laugh when he demanded more.
“It can’t be that bad,” Jiraiya said, pouring out the milky liquid. “I mean, you should have seen the old man’s face when he saw Orochimaru and I—”
“No! Don’t say it, for the love of all the beautiful ladies in Konoha, don’t continue.” Lifting the cup to his lips, this time Jiraiya was entertained by Minato taking his time to drink the small amount of liquid in the cup. “Oh god, this stuff is weird. You drink some weird sake, sensei.”
“Variety is the spice of life,” Jiraiya replied. “It’s why I’ll never settle down.”
“I thought that was because Orochimaru betrayed you and Tsunade wouldn’t have you,” Minato replied. Jiraiya sputtered at that, and turned red.
“I’ll remind you that your students have decided to explore their sexuality with each other—”
“Oh for the love of—dammit, I hate you.” Minato took the sake bottle, and poured more out for the both of them. Jiraiya smiled at the look of despair on his friend’s face. He remembered that look well, from his own sensei.
“If you hated me, we wouldn’t be drinking to forget together,” Jiraiya said.
“I’m trying to forget why I hate you so I can wallow in self misery in peace,” Minato replied, tipping the contents of the cup into his mouth.
“And Kushina won’t let you do that in the house,” Jiraiya said.
Minato turned red, and shook his head. “N-nothing like that. No.” Minato hung his head. “Sensei, they’re hardly fourteen, and I saw them touching parts of each other’s bodies that I really did not want to see.”
“I keep trying to say, I was doing worse with Oro—”
“I don’t need that image in my head, sensei,” Minato said, groaning. “I don’t know why you ever—and with him, of all people—but I really don’t want to hear it.”
“Because this is time for you to wallow in misery,” Jiraiya said, flatly.
“Yes,” Minato replied, face on the table in shame. “And it wouldn’t be so bad if it was just once, but I keep seeing them. I caught them in a CLASSROOM, for heaven’s sake!” Minato turned up his face towards the entirely unsympathetic Jiraiya. “They aren’t even in the academy anymore, and they were having—doing—oh god why me.” Minato’s head fell down on the table, and Jiraiya sighed.
“At least they aren’t fighting anymore,” he said, pouring Minato another drink. He waved down a waiter for another flask of sake, and patted his student’s head.
“No, they are still fighting,” Minato moaned from the table. “But it’s weird. They just hit each other, and then just walk around saying that their bodies hurt. And then later I see them kissing whatever body part they hit on the other and—”
“Huh. Interesting.”
“Do I even want to know how that’s interesting?” Minato moaned, looking up briefly at Jiraiya. The thoughtful look on his sensei’s face was not encouraging. Jiraiya smiled, and Minato groaned. That smile was never good.
“I was just thinking about a scene in my book,” Jiraiya said. “There are two girls, wouldn’t it be lovely to see, heeheehee.” Minato blanched at Jiraiya’s giggles, feeling vaguely disgusting that the thought of his students kissing each other’s injuries gave him such perverted thoughts.
“You’re disgusting, sensei,” Minato replied. “Obito and Kakashi are not two cute young girls in a book. They are my stupid students who seem to think that this is a good thing.”
“Oh come on, Minato,” Jiraiya said. “They aren’t doing anything wrong. So they’re feeling each other up and exploring. It’s nothing terrible.”
“Is that how you feel about Orochimaru?” Minato asked. Jiraiya sighed.
“What that bastard snake and I did was nothing more then power play,” Jiraiya said. “We were trying to assert who was on top. Even if that wasn’t always the position—”
“I’m sorry I asked,” Minato moaned. Jiraiya patted his head, and heard the young man sigh. “Sensei?”
“Yes?”
“Am I really overreacting?”
“Yes,” Jiraiya said. “Think about it like this. We teach these kids to kill from how young? We expect them to be able to kill in cold blood like adults, because that is their job, and then we expect them to remain children in all other respects.”
Minato sat up, straightening himself and looking at Jiraiya. “Suddenly, you’ve made this very serious.”
“Minato.” Jiraiya sighed, and put his hand on his friend’s hair, and ruffled it. “Don’t worry. I’ve met your boys, I don’t think that Sakumo’s son would do anything stupid. And he’ll keep the Uchiha kid in line. Don’t worry.”
Minato sighed, and gave Jiraiya a tired smile. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m just overreacting from catching them red handed all the time.”
“You’ve caught them twice,” Jiraiya said. “It’s not the end of the world.”
“It seems like it,” Minato muttered. “I’m old. We’re old. My students are growing up too fast.”
When Jiraiya ruffled his hair again, Minato looked up into the older man’s eyes, and saw a kind smile. He grinned back, feeling like a kid again, even if he wasn’t.
“They usually do,” Jiraiya said. “But sometimes, you see them grow into greatness.”
