Just complicated
The sun had yet to rise over the leaf village know as Konoha. But, the glow of the resting sun could be seen on the horizon, the frosty winter air slightly warming as it touched the ground. That is when Iruka Umino started his day, each day. But today was different.
Yes, he stared his day like any other day. Wake up, shower, eat, brush teeth, and finish any upgraded homework before rushing out the door. Only today as he was about to rush out the door, something sat on his door step stopping him.
Flowers.
A simple bouquet of half a dozen cap lilies. The beautiful orange flowers, with their spots of purple, caught the eyes of the pre-gunin teacher as he opened the door to his apartment. He looked up and down the outdoor walkway, seeing none one that could, or would, have left them.
Picking them up and looking for the card, trying to find out who the true owner of the flowers where, Iruka also took notice of the envelope laying where the flowers once was. Picking the plain white envelope up, he then turned back into his apartment, setting his school things down by the door.
Walking back into his kitchen, where his unwashed breakfast dishes still lay on the table, Iruka feel into the still pushed back chair at the cluttered table. He set the flowers on a clear spot among his dirty dishes; he turned the envelope back and forth, looking for any unusual markings or misshaping.
Finding none he opened the letter, only to know the true owner of course.
Dear Love,
It's been many years sense we last sent you word. We've missed you greatly. We should have kept a better watch over you these past years. But, we both made powerful enemies and we couldn't bear the thought of losing you over our stupid mistakes. You might not remember us, but we could never forget you.
If you'll let us Iruka we wish to court you.
We know it sounds strange, asking for this simple thing that no one asks for anymore, but we want your consent. Again we've made enemies and don't want you hurt. If you don't mind the danger that comes with us, leave your answer at the memorial stone by tonight.
We wait for your answer.
Love,
HK
MA
'Are they for real? And why do they keep saying 'we'?' "…Wait! I think I know what their taking about!" Iruka said, although it started as a thought. He stood up from his chair and dashed to his room, kneeling at the bottom of his cluttered closet. Finally finding what he was looking for, Iruka pulled out an old box, one a bit larger then a shoe box.
Setting the bent up lid to the side, the teacher started pulling out pictures and scraps of paper, before coming to a small folder with corners of paper sticking out of it. Turning to the side, so the box was out of the way, Iruka opened the folder and started shuffling through the many sheets of paper. Most were letters, written much like the one he had received today, only with messier and scratchier hand writing. A few were pictures and drawings he had received. All of them though shared one thing in common. They were all from HK+MA.
Scanning through several notes, he noticed that they all were worded as if they were from more then one person. He remembered thinking of this mysterious person as something of a pen pal when he was younger. If he remembered right they where both older then him. Not by much, but a year or so.
"What kind of enemies could they have made? They must be ninjas now. I remember once said they was already on a squad." Iruka's mind still wandering over the returning admirers, until his eyes landed on his bed side clock.
8:37…
"I'm late!"
The day went by slow for Iruka. He had been late, but not terribly so. The day would have gone faster, he suspected, if he did not have the letter he received that morning on his mind. He didn't know what to say really. Many people had told him that he should get a girlfriend, or a close friend even, to take his mind off work, and to make him less of a workaholic.
'I work till tonight, so my admirers are giving me some time.' Iruka thought as he sat at his desk in the mission's office grading student's papers. His older afternoon class had essays about what they thought would be the best way to recover a scroll from an enemy base. Some of the students had very good plans, while others would have die before they entered the base. Sometimes his afternoon students were as dense as his younger first year students.
Giving a sigh, Iruka set his red pen down and massaged his right temple. He glanced at the clock and gave another sigh. 'Finally, quitting time.' He thought, gathering his things into his shoulder bag. 'But, now I have to give my answer to HK and MA. What am I going to do?' Sighing again, which he seemed to do a lot of today, he scribbled a quick reply of HK and MA.
The sun had set long ago as a lone figure left the memorial stone behind, as well as a small piece of paper. The person standing in a bare tree on the outer ring of the clearing waited until the man, who they know was Iruka, was out of sight before appearing down by the stone and the waiting reply already in hand.
I'll give it a shot.
I only started working on writing this when I got stuck on "Yoko's day With Mother". But I hope you like it. But just so you people that actually take the time to read this know, it's a Male x Male x Female love story.