Blood in the water [Kakairu]

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Iruka didn't have to wait long. An anbu alerted him 2 days later that Kakashi was stable and ready to leave. He headed to the hospital immediately.

Kakashi hated hospitals. He'd only been awake in one for 2 days but it was 2 days too long. He was currently fidgeting with the IV that was still in his arm. Iruka was supposed to be getting him today.

He wasn't sure how to feel. He didn't know the man very well but apparently he had stayed by Kakashi's bedside every night past visiting hours until the nurses kicked him out, probably out of guilt. He'd noticed Iruka ever since that outburst at the exams. The way he was so passionate about his students was something else. but Kakashi knew that Iruka would never look at him as anything but Naruto's Sensei, the copy ninja master of a 1000 jutsus. A killing machine. It was all anyone saw him as. Iruka was soft and full of life and Kakashi was well, Kakashi.

A nurse entered and told him that Iruka was waiting for him downstairs and began removing the IV. He didn't wait and instead lifted his limp arms together, forming the signs for the teleportation jutsu. He was gone before the nurse could tell him to stop.

When he materialized in front of Iruka he immediately realized it had been a mistake. His legs crumpled from beneath him, the air from his lungs knocked out and he swayed forward dangerously. Iruka yelled and caught him before he hit the floor.
"Kakashi!"
Several med ninja quickly scurried forward and one came with a wheelchair.

"No way am I going in that" Kakashi slurred. Iruka motioned for the chair to be taken away.
"Okay Kakashi. Sure, but why the hell did you teleport down here! Just because you have been in the hospital doesn't mean your chakra has been restored at all. You could have seriously hurt yourself, again!"

He mumbled something Iruka couldn't quite make out.
"I'll take that" Iruka grabbed the wheelchair and hugging Kakashi he teleported both of them and the chair into his apartment.

Kakashi collapsed onto Iruka's couch. He was breathing hard and his vision was swimming. He realized the sharingan was open when he felt the tug of chakra and shut it quickly.

"Kami Kakashi are you really supposed to be out of the hospital"

He waved his hand in the air dramatically.
"I told you I hate hospitals"

Iruka sighed in frustration but guessed he couldn't do anything about it.
"Okay I transported us to my apartment on instinct but if you want we can go to yours. I'll be happy to-"

"No. I don't want to go there"

"O-kay. Well then, I already moved things around to make my apartment more wheelchair accessible"

"I'm not going to use that"

"You're going to have to Kakashi unless you want me to carry you everywhere"

Kakashi sighs.

He lets Iruka set up the chair and then half carry half drag his limp body into it.

"I'm sure you're pretty hungry. I'll make us some lunch" Kakashi let's Iruka wheel him around to his kitchen and set him at the counter.

"I hope omurice is okay"

"That's fine"
Kakashi looks around Iruka's apartment as he begins preparing the dish. Colorful drawings are plastered all over the walls and he knows at least half of them are from Naruto. In a sort of study corner lies posters on muscle anatomy and books on rehabilitation. There were notes and workout plans scrawled on sheets of paper. Something felt weird in Kakashi's chest when he saw the effort Iruka was putting into this.

"I'm sorry"

Iruka paused what he was doing to look back at Kakashi.

"For what?"