Naruto One-Shot (Yaoi)

Murasaki

Kakashi-sensei looks good in purple.

Naruto swallows heavily, trying to tear his gaze away. But he cannot, even as Sakura pinches his arm with a somewhat-amused expression, signaling that he is being too open with his ogling. The Jinchuuriki scowls, rubbing the sore spot, while the pink-haired girl skips away on her zori to join her other teammate who was sullenly being surrounded by giggling kimono-clad girls.

Kakashi-sensei is talking to a fellow Jounin now, seemingly in a friendly chatter, but Naruto can clearly see the way the other ninja's eyes trailing up and down his teacher's body, admiring the view up close. Kakashi-sensei doesn't seem to notice, and while it is almost comical to see such a great Shinobi such as he to miss such flirtatious invites, Naruto's eyes darkens in jealousy when the man pats the silver-haired ethereal beauty on the shoulder, and over the roar of the festival he hears the man invites his teacher for a drink.

"Calm down, brat." He heard Kurama mutters inside of his mindscape when Naruto accidentally lets out a feral growl, which scares off a couple who was chatting near him. He pays them no mind, his sapphire eyes lock on the figures of his sensei and the soon-to-dead man.

Kakashi-sensei shakes his head, declining the offer. He wants to remain sober.

The haze of red recedes from his sight. Naruto lets out a puff of breath. But he cannot remain calm and cool; others, more men and women were raping his beloved silver-haired beauty with their mortal eyes, lust shining as they stare with nearly unabashed desire at the form clad in silk fabric as he moves with feline grace from stall to stall, greeting the people around him with a soft, melodious voice. Hands are touching him, either to shake the Hokage's hand or to pat his slender shoulder or his back in a camaraderie manner, their hold lingering longer than they should. All the while, Kakashi-sensei just smiles, occasionally nodding if his fellow citizens attempt to make conversation with him, not minding the fact that they mostly ramble uselessly about mindless things.

Naruto growls, unable to accept that these mere mortals are attempting to confabulate with his silver deity. To be near his tenshi. To touch what is his and only his.

"Naruto?"

Kakashi is startled when his student appears from out of nowhere with a speed that is reminiscent of that his old sensei, the young man tugging at the sleeve of his purple kimono with such force that he nearly tears the delicate fabric. The Hatake tries to pull away, a retort on the edge of his tongue as he is rudely interrupted when he is clearly talking with someone. But curse his student, as he cannot breaks from the strong grip, and Kakashi ruefully remembers that he is no longer able to manhandle his cute little students who are no longer little and cute as much as he used to.

There is no explanation when he is dragged away from the spot that he was standing.

"Naruto?" The silver-haired man tries again to urge a word from the other, yet is meet with uncomfortable silence. A few eyebrows are raised at the peculiar sight of their Hokage being dragged away by one of his students. However, they let them be, thinking that is one of Naruto's crazy antics again. A group of citizens cheer as they start the countdown, and all attention is diverted.

Naruto doesn't stop until they reach the clearing where Team Seven used to train together, and Kakashi looks at the blond with disapproval in his grey eyes. He glances back at the festival taking place, the cheerful lights as well as the atmosphere coloring even the darkened canvas of the sky a vermillion tint. He can hear the noisy, bustling crowds of people wandering, the shouts of the stall hawkers as they try to attract customers, and he can see the children shrieking wildly as they run through the crowded streets fill with toys and food and wonderful things, their festival clothing in disarray.