By: Selim
Summary: When the newlywed Iruka wants to adopt a child, he meets a discriminated boy named Naruto with a dark past. Can Iruka and Kakashi obtain a small family with the boy, or lose him back to the boys original parents..
Pairings: Kakashi x Iruka, Sasuke + Naruto
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Information of this fiction: This is a slight AU. Though it has to do with Ninjas, has Kyuubi, and both Kakashi and Iruka are at designated jobs in the manga, some things are different. Instead of 25, Iruka is only 22, and Naruto is 9 along with all the other kids he grew up with in the manga. Beware of OOCness, because there are so many characters, and the amount of manga I’ve read only introduced a few.
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The ANBU captain looked bored as Iruka, for the umpteenth time, told him what to do in case of emergency. It varied from situation to situation, many of which Itachi knew would never happen. Dealing with Fujii seemed more than likely on this night, so he wasn’t too surprised when Iruka began to explain what to do (mostly just whatever she wanted) and if she tried taking Naruto with her that night, to grab Naruto and go to the Hokage. Things that Itachi didn’t see happening was Naruto breaking his arm or choking on something. No wonder the kid couldn’t grow up. “I understand, Iruka-san.” He smiled.
Instead, Iruka looked skeptical that Itachi had listened to everything that he said and was about to repeat everything in case he forgot something when Kakashi put a hand on his shoulder. “We’ll be going now. Have fun Naruto!” He yelled towards the back room, only to be responded to by a dull thump. Iruka tensed. “Bye!” He tightened his hold on the academy teacher and disappeared from the spot, Iruka in tow.
As their feet touched the ground, Kakashi cupped Iruka’s rear and began leading him deeper in the village, ignoring the surprised (and embarrassed) stuttering from the ever-nervous teacher. “I need to fix that jutsu some day.” Kakashi pulled his hand back after the embarrassed academy instructor slapped it.
“What justu?” Iruka asked, concerned.
Smiling, Kakashi walked a little faster. “The transportation. I’d like to change it so whenever I take you along with me, we can leave your underwear somewhere. It’d be much easier to get you naked.” He chose to ignore the ear-shattering shout that escaped Iruka’s mouth as the mortified teacher cussed about Kakashi’s perversions. “Come on!” Kakashi reached to grab Iruka’s hand. “We can’t be late for our reservations.”
Iruka couldn’t hide the smile that came with Kakashi’s words. He also found himself unable to harass the man’s sudden punctual behavior. “I don’t know, Kakashi. Why can’t we just be late? I’m sure we can find some excuse.” He let his hand brush over the copy ninja’s covered n****e, earning a shudder.
Kakashi’s eyes narrowed, annoyed as though he were trying to hold himself from jumping his husband in the middle of the street. Iruka brushed his hand over the other covered n****e. A small whine was caught in Kakashi’s throat. “The reservations…”
Pitying his lover, Iruka stopped his ministrations. “You win, I’ll stop.” He laced their fingers together. “Lead the way, Kaka-chan.” Smiling brightly, Iruka brought Kakashi’s hand to his lips, kissing it. “I want to see what you have planned.”
Kakashi’s face darkened in hue as he pulled his arm back, ignoring the chuckling coming from the chuunin. “You’re not being yourself, Dolphin.”
“Neither are you.” Iruka stated, matter-of-fact. “Doesn’t matter though. I’m sure you’re just taking your frustration out by changing your personality some.”
Chuckling, Kakashi led Iruka to the better side of Konoha, known for its economic prosperity and resort for visitors. The copy ninja knew for a fact that Iruka rarely came to this area of Konoha unless he was just walking through. “I’m not frustrated. Sexually maybe, but I have that planned out later. The sooner I get you fed and spoiled you’ll beg me to take you. Just like our first time.”
Narrow eyed, Iruka seethed. “Where was I in all this? I don’t remember our first time being anything like that.”
“Really?” Kakashi pressed his elbow into Iruka’s side. “I remember it better than you do. You were depressed, kept drinking sake until you weren’t coordinated enough, so I brought you home with me. Who knows who would have jumped your bones had I not saved you that evening. Anyway-! I took you home, filled you with warm tea so you had something else in your system before putting you to bed.”
“Eh…” Iruka glanced over. “I don’t remember any of this. Our first date you took me the New Year’s Festival-“
“-And you got drunk. Again.”
“I was not.” Iruka blushed. “But we went to the New Years Festival. That Carnie cheated so that I couldn’t win a teddy bear, so you won it for me. We went out to have some gourmet foods at a restaurant a few blocks from my house. I admit, I had a few drinks but not too many. I took you home and we did…things.”
Smugly, Kakashi wrapped his arms around Iruka, bringing his lips against the chuunin’s ear. “I’ll make sure you don’t drink tonight. Too much, a little bit won’t hurt you.”
“…You took me back to your apartment before the New Years Festival…?” Iruka looked up, trying to remember. “I don’t remember ever waking up in that apartment.”
“After letting you relax properly I found your keys and decided to take you to your house so you didn’t think you did something stupid. I’m a polite lover, so I gave you a good night kiss.”
He dodged the fist flying towards his head, laughing as Iruka continued throwing flimsy punches. It had been a while since Kakashi had had this type of fun. Instead of finding offense in the attacking lover, he decided to pull Iruka close and into a passionate kiss. “Wow…” Iruka whispered, breathing deeply. Mint, yummy. He licked his lips.
Tucking his arms around the chuunin’s waist, Kakashi lowered his head onto Iruka’s even though their height difference wasn’t much. “This is a real date. We’re going to that restaurant, going to have a fine, childless, dinner. Maybe we can dance some-”
Snickering, Iruka cut Kakashi off. “You can’t dance. You didn’t even want to dance at our union.”
“-Well, not on the dance floor, but on a mattress maybe between sheets, but those are optional. Hell, even the mattress is optional. That alley over there could work if you’ll only let me.” Kakashi led Iruka into a grand building in the center of the village. Grandeur lightening shaded to add mood as orchestral music flowed evenly through the air and down the corridor. At the base of the foyer was the atrium where a host waited, checking tables for arriving guests. Kakashi approached the man, smiling behind both his facemask and his hitai-ate. “Reservations for two, name Hatake.”
The host, with a fake smile and bored eyes, checked his booklet before nodding. “Hatake-san, you’re five minutes late. No worries; please, follow me.” He led the two into the luminous restaurant. Iruka’s mouth seemed frozen open as he took in the surroundings all while Kakashi kept close eye on where they were being led. When they had arrived at their seat, Kakashi went to pull out Iruka’s chair, earning a blush from the Chuunin, along with a timid ‘thank you.’
Taking the seat across from the dark haired chuunin, Kakashi nodded to the host, visually telling the man to remember all that the restaurant was being paid to do. “This is…so unlike you Kakashi. How are you…”
“Paying for this?” Kakashi smiled. “Iruka, I’ve been a shinobi since I was eleven, you saw the beat down apartment I was living in. I lived there since forever. It was my parents’ home, and at some point they gave it to me before the Kyuubi attacks in hope for their own house. Cheap rent, so a D class mission paid it off. I usually eat rations given to us on long missions, since on out of town missions I eat fish or any animal that happens to cross my path. Besides Icha Icha Paradise, I wasn’t spending money on much. I have a lot saved up to do something like this. Once in awhile.”
Smiling, Iruka hid his face with his hands, the tip of his fingers running along the scar going across his nose. “You spoil me.” He whispered lowly.
“You deserve to be spoiled.” Kakashi spoke back, sternly.
Hiding his red face in his hands, Iruka decided to change the subject some, though not by much. “Speaking about your Icha Icha Paradise, I’ve heard its creator is coming to town.” That caught Kakashi’s full attention. The full fledge shinobi glanced up, wide-eyed and curious. “I’d have thought you’d know about it, Kaka-chan. Several of the teachers have been going on about how great it’d be to have one of the Legendary Sennin visiting Konoha again, even if it’s just a short amount of time.”
Try as he might, Kakashi couldn’t hide his glee. Why he didn’t know about this sooner, he’d never know. But who cares? The great creator of Icha Icha Paradise, Jiraiya, was coming to town. Maybe, just maybe, the copy ninja could get the man’s autograph on book three of the interesting series. The silence was broken as their food arrived, two separate dishes containing both of their favorite foods. Iruka ended up repeating what he had said not long before.
Leaning forward, Kakashi smiled as he ran a sandaled foot up Iruka’s thigh, causing the man to drop his chopsticks. “Kakashi-!” Iruka hissed, lowering his face into his hands. “Grow up.” He whispered as the foot brushed against his crotch. Instead of complying the jounin pressed his foot further against Iruka’s bulge. “Can’t you wait until…later?” Iruka whined, clutching the table.
“Promise?”
Smiling at the waiter that walked by to fill their wine glasses, Iruka glared back at Kakashi, lowering his voice to rival a hiss. “I’ll do anything later, just…please, Kakashi, not here.” He admitted that it was more than often that the copy ninja made him lose sense of self, and do the unthinkable when it wasn’t time, but he promised himself to be the smart one tonight. Such a fine place as this, he didn’t want to be thrown out for doing heavy footing.
The playful look on Kakashi’s face seemed to become heavy with lust, but he did stop his ministration in favor for eating his salad. Breathing deeply, Iruka played with some of his food, having trouble bringing it to his mouth as the music continued playing around him. “Dance with me.” Was the sudden demand from Kakashi, causing Iruka to choke on the piece of meat he’d just swallowed.
“What? But Kakashi, no one else is dancing here…” Iruka looked around. Indeed, no one was dancing.
“So?” Kakashi stood up, pulling onto Iruka’s arms. “I didn’t think you’d be the one to follow other peoples example.” He pulled Iruka onto the empty floor, wrapping his arms around the nervous chuunin and swayed their hips together. “I’m trying to get you in the mood, how else am I to get laid unless you have some alcohol in your system and a mood set.” He held on tightly, listening to Iruka’s uneven breathing. Staring around, Iruka caught sight of people staring at them, pointing and whispering.
“Kakashi…” Iruka whined, but the copy ninja’s hold didn’t relent. They swayed together on the dance floor, surrounded by a flow of music. Sighing, Iruka fell into his husband’s arms, breathing the man’s cologne. Why fight every battle when you knew you were going to lose? He smiled, letting himself be lost in Kakashi’s warm embrace. Maybe it was just the two glasses of wine he had talking, but he felt relaxed as Kakashi hummed with the beat in his ear. Very relaxed.
Shinobi had different ways of thinking, where some valued life; others saw death as nothing more than in the job description. Kakashi had been one who saw death in the description. He often commented that he was a soldier to Konoha, and nothing more. At the beginning of their relationship, Konoha came first. Then Obito, then Iruka. At this point, Iruka was more than certain that Kakashi had reset his priorities. Actually, he knew the jounin had done so. Kakashi might not have acted like it, but the copy ninja was a well-structured adult who took his responsibilities with care. He knew what he had to do and he did it, almost on instinct. He had become the role of a strong fighter for Konoha, a loving husband for Iruka, and a reasonable father for Naruto. “I don’t think I tell you this often, but I love you.” Iruka wrapped his arms around Kakashi’s neck and dragged his lips against the jounin’s mask chastely.
“Mm.” Kakashi allowed the sign of affection. “Would you believe two hours have gone by, Iruka?” He asked, swaying Iruka’s body closer against his own.
“I wouldn’t believe it even if you proved it to me.” Iruka snuggled closer. “I don’t want this night to end.”
“It’s far from over, I have other surprises planned.” Kakashi pulled away from Iruka as the music changed tempo, probably for the fifth time since they had stepped into the densely crowded area. Now, couples had lined the floor, dancing with their lover’s passionately. “Let’s head out.” Kakashi wrapped his arms around the instructor and left the building.
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Itachi glanced around after Iruka and Kakashi had left, allowing the dead silence to fill his ears like the sound of angelic singing. This couldn’t be too bad, from what he seen Sasuke usually kept Naruto in check. Plopping on the plush couch in front of the television, Itachi stared at the blank screen with boredom. He’d never been too interested in the channels the village offered, especially since very few people even wanted cable in the first place the variety of choices was at a minimum. His sharp eyes read over the labeled books on the bookcase, but found none of them worth his time. Most seemed either about child rearing or were children’s books themselves, mostly about mystical foxes. Probably for Naruto’s entertainment.
Becoming bored, further, Itachi decided to go see what his little brother was doing. Standing up, he started towards the bedroom where two unrestrained chakras seemed to be pressed together. Maybe they were reading together. Itachi didn’t believe it. Even though Sasuke was really close to Naruto, the boy was still a loner like the rest of the Uchiha family. He was probably just helping Naruto with some summer studying.
Sliding open the bedroom door, Itachi stared inside the room.
No amount of training could prepare him for the shock he saw. He’d seen heads severed off of bodies in the midst of battle while he stood ankle deep in the enemy’s blood. He’d seen so much that he thought he’d matured past it all. All but one thing. His little brother in a heated make-out with a little blonde boy on said blonde boy’s bed.
Startled, the two pulled apart. Naruto seemed more flushed then Sasuke did, his small lips plump after leaving the heated kiss. Who knows how long this had been going on? Putting his hands on his hips, Itachi made his voice as stern as possible as Sasuke climbed off the bed and stood in front of his brother to look equally menacing. “What’s going on in here you two?” He’d seen enough to know what was going on, but didn’t want to admit it. Last he’d checked nine-year-old boys didn’t sit around kissing each other. Something like this was supposed to be the last thing on their minds.
“Naruto wanted to know what was so special about a kiss.”
“Doesn’t mean you had to show him like that. Both of you, out in the living room.” Itachi pushed the door open further so Sasuke could leave the room first, Naruto following close behind. “What would Iruka-san say if I told him that you were kissing Sasuke, Naruto?” He tried again, not pleased with Sasuke’s answer.
Jumping up on the couch, Naruto sat extremely close to Sasuke. “He and Kakashi kiss all the time, its how they show they love each other. I love Sasuke-kun, so I was going to show him.” Naruto smiled up at Itachi, completing the look of innocence. Itachi didn’t buy it as his eyes glowed red, turning back to Sasuke.
Both boys seemed stunned. Sasuke probably knew more about the sharingan than Naruto did, but Itachi had never used it on his little brother to find out the truth. Naruto’s eyes flashed red, his facial features sharpening suddenly. Itachi sighed and deactivated the sharingan. Iruka had warned him about Kyuubi appearing like that if Naruto felt distress. “Look, I want the truth. What was going on back there?”
Proudly, Sasuke held his head high. “Naruto was curious about why Hatake-san are always kissing. Besides pecks on the cheeks, he doesn’t get kisses. So I gave him one.”
With tongue? Itachi shook his head. “Don’t…do that anymore then. Not until you’re older. Much older.”
“How old?” Sasuke asked.
Itachi knew his answer before Sasuke had even asked, but he pretended to contemplate the thought before smiling wickedly at his little brother’s curious eyes. “When you’re older than me.”
“That’ll never happen!”
“Precisely,” Itachi said, smugly. Naruto’s uncharacteristic silence caught his attention to the boy. Red eyes stared like death out the window around the patio, towards the outer walls of the city. “What’s wrong, Naruto?” He asked, earning the boy’s attention. Naruto glanced back, this time with blue eyes, but he didn’t smile.
“You don’t hear it?”
Curiously, both Uchiha’s gave the boy their complete attention as Naruto explained himself. “There’s something going on that way. Some one’s yelling and screaming for help. No one’s going to help, shouldn’t we go and see what’s going on?” His blue eyes brimmed with unshed tears.
Silence fell upon the room as both Uchiha boys tried to hear what the small boy was hearing, but Itachi knew it wasn’t worth it. He might have trained ears, but the location of Iruka’s apartment was too far from the front gates Naruto had pointed at for him to hear. Maybe it was Kyuubi’s influence on hearing, but whatever Naruto was hearing, he had more of an acute sense to understand. It was Sasuke that spoke though, “you’re lying, stupid. I don’t hear anything.”
Jumping up, Naruto glared at the small boy. “What’d you call me, b-b*****d!” He yelled loudly. Itachi winced. Where had Naruto learned such colorful language?
“Stupid!”
“b*****d!” Naruto was becoming more accepting of that word, compared to his original fear. Noting that if he didn’t stop this argument now, he’d end up having to deal with a ‘lovers’ spat between the two boys. Never thought I’d have to deal with Sasuke’s love life this early in my life though…
“Stop that.” He sternly said, pushing Naruto onto the couch again. Instead of sitting next to Sasuke, as Naruto had been doing since being told to sit in the couch in the beginning, he choose to sit at the far end, continuing to stare out the window. “Would you like to go see what’s going on then, Naruto? I’ll bring both of you, if you promise not to cause any trouble.” Worse case scenario, a missing ninja tried sneaking into the village. A rare sight, but the stupid one’s always tried.
Nodding, Naruto grabbed his shoes and tried hitching them on while he was standing, causing him to bounce around as he took off down the hall. “Stupid Naruto.” Sasuke ran, grabbed his shoes with a little more grace, and followed the boy out the door.
In the room, Itachi tried to remember what he was doing as childish arguments filled the hallways of the apartment complex. Shrugging his shoulders he followed after the boys with haste, his sandals barely fastened. From the corner of his eye he could see Naruto repeating the words ‘b*****d’ to Sasuke while, silently seething, the youngest Uchiha growled under his breath ‘Stupid’. Smiling, Itachi approached his brother and poked him. “I thought you were giving him a kiss to show how much you love him?” He played with the word ‘love’.
“I do not love Naruto. Boys are supposed to like girls!”
“Not true. Iruka and Kakashi are in love, and they’re both boys.” Itachi scanned Naruto over as the boy’s eyes darkened briefly to red before returning to blue.
Shaking his head, Sasuke glared up at his older brother. “Dad says that Iruka and Kakashi are bad people because they both like each other. Says that even if Naruto wasn’t a…monster… he’d still be made fun of because he has fags for parents.” By the narrowed shape of Sasuke’s eyes, Kakashi could tell his brother was remembering what words his father used, though he either didn’t know what the word meant, or knew what it meant but didn’t understand the context. “He was mad because I spent the night the one time. Itachi?” He looked up, questioningly.
“Yes?”
“Dad says I can get a disease by being around Kakashi-san and Iruka-san, is that true?”
As Naruto ran back towards them, impatiently trying to tell them to hurry up, Itachi felt heat rise to his face. After seeing his brother in a lip lock with another small boy, the warnings Iruka had given that Naruto liked Sasuke a lot more than just friend (or just didn’t understand the difference between friendship and romance), and that the two were prone to sharing the same bed, Itachi just didn’t know how to answer that question. He didn’t believe the rumors, but Sasuke’s recent behavior hadn’t started until he started to spend time at the Hatake’s. Maybe it was contagious. A little. “Not really.” He finally answered.
“Oh. Good.” Sasuke looked up proudly. “Because I wouldn’t want to make Naruto sick. He might be stupid, but I’d like him healthy for when he’s my bride.”
“B-bride?” Itachi choked up.
“Yep!” Sasuke said proudly before his face faulted into concern. At the end of the path, Naruto had stopped running and stood frozen in fear or shock. His blue eyes seemed wider than usual, brimmed with tears as he breathed heavily. “Naruto, what’s wrong?” A play put aside. He looked over at what the boy saw and his eyes seemed to widen. Itachi followed suit to see what was going on.
A fox, an adult fox, lay wounded on the ground. Instead of the carcass being moved or taken to one of the many vets in Konoha, guards outside town remained at their post while random people from the lower sides of town kicked the poor animal. Whatever had happened to the poor animal was ninja related since expertly wielded shurikens of various sizes stuck out of its fur. Given the amount of blood surrounding the cunning orange fox, it had been there for some time, and probably didn’t have much longer to survive.
“Stop!” Naruto screamed, running towards the wounded animal and pushing a woman who’d been stepping on one of the shurikens to the ground. “Leave him alone!” Naruto fell to the ground at the fox’s head. “It’s okay!” He rubbed behind its ear.
Activating the sharingan, Itachi approached the two guards with an aura of command. “What the hell is going on here? Why isn’t this fox getting medical attention?”
“Uchiha-sama! We can explain.” The first man said, holding his hands up in defense. “I’m sure you’ve read the reports yesterday about vicious foxes attacking civilians just outside the Western Park. That is one of the foxes, sir!”
Both boys, Naruto and Sasuke, were petting the animal’s pelt, relaxing its beating heart. It was Naruto who looked up accusingly at the man, his eyes flashing red. “What makes you think that this is one of those foxes? All animals look the same to you!” It was Kyuubi speaking, Itachi realized. However, instead of letting the demon fight the battle of the wounded fox, Itachi raised his hand for the boy to quiet.
“Who gave permission to kill animals entering the city?”
The second man, who’d been silent since their arrival decided to speak up. “No one, Uchiha-sama. We assumed we’d be doing the city a favor since the fox population within the city has escalated by four times in the last four or five months. Merchants have complained of these creatures getting into their merchandise or eating the next day’s food sales. Since that attack yesterday, Konoha has been placed under heightened awareness and we decided to handle this as an exemplary for other animals tempted to enter the city.”
“Monsters…monsters…” Naruto cried, cuddling the, now, dead fox’s head in his arms.
“I have to agree with this. I want your names, your actions today shall be turned in to the hokage, and will be punished however he sees fit. Konoha is a peaceful village. The foxes have come here because we’re part of the leaves, they see ample opportunity to find food to feed their young.”
Both guards looked down at the small boys before back up at the ANBU captain. Taking a deep breath and saying their names, both ninjas returned to their post solemnly. Naruto, with Sasuke’s help, began dragging the fox out of the village, muttering they needed to bury it. Itachi agreed, following the two out. “Captain, do you have permission to leave-“ With a glare from the captain, the two guards quieted and allowed the small group to lead the animal into the woods.
Itachi had decided to help dig the hole, using bursts of chakra to bring the dirt up, after it seemed they would be out there for hours and the day was already getting dark. Naruto had given the animal his blessing before he broke out crying. The youngest Uchiha comforted the small boy as they started back towards the village when Naruto stopped. “Something else is out here.” He finally said.
Scanning the area, Itachi checked for missing ninjas, but couldn’t see anything wrong with the area. That didn’t mean he took his guard down. With the moon starting the show in the sky, he didn’t like the thought of having two pre-genins out in the woods during the summer months. Naruto, however, ignored his demands for them to keep quiet and began fishing around in bush, muttering to himself. “Aha!” He finally yelled.
“Keep quiet, Stupid!” Sasuke yelled. Itachi glared at them both.
Laughing, Naruto pulled a hand-sized pup out from the bush. “The fox was a mommy!” He said, holding the small pup to his chest. “Itachi-san, can I bring him home with me?”
Analyzing their surroundings, Itachi looked for any chakra in the shape of a fox, but spotting none he frowned. “It’s orphaned?”
Nodding, Naruto hugged the pup and started towards the village. “Like me. Don’t worry little…guy,” he looked between the pup’s legs, “Iruka will take you in, but watch out for Kakashi. In the morning, he doesn’t see anything and will step on you.” Happily, Sasuke followed behind while Itachi tried to remember if he said he could bring that animal home. Oh well, not his problem. With a smile, he followed close behind. “Itachi, can we get something to eat on the way home? Like ramen?”
“No!” Came two replies at once by both Uchiha brothers.
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Giggling, Iruka fumbled with the house key while kissing Kakashi. He felt so giddy. “Thanks for the night, Kaka-chan.” He slowly opened the door and stepped inside. The jounin wrapped his arms around the chuunin’s waist, pulling their bodies close. Checking over the house, Iruka smiled that everything was still clean besides a pile of blankets covering two sleeping children in front of the television. On the couch, Itachi was reading scrolls and looking bored. Something was off. Something smelt. Smelt really bad. “What’s that?” Iruka all but yelled, covering his nose.
Kakashi looked bored as he removed his arms. Itachi, however, shrugged his shoulders. “I told Naruto not to bring it in the house, but he refused to listen. He insisted that you’d allow it. I’m going to be taking my leave though. I have to get Sasuke back to our parents, and then get to work. I hope you guys had as good of a night as I’ve had.” With that sarcastic comment, Itachi slid the sleeping Sasuke out from under the blankets and bowed his head to Iruka before leaving the house.
“Naruto caused this stench?” Iruka whispered, trying to find the source of the smell. It wasn’t his son, Naruto still smelled clean, somewhat. At least he smelled better than the house did.
Whimpering caught his attention to Kakashi, who was holding up a small fox pup. “Could this be the source?” He asked.
Iruka’s eyes widened. Turning to his adoptive son’s sleeping body, Iruka couldn’t control his rage. “Naruto!”
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