Story Title: Mistaken Identity
Rated: PG-13/T
Pairing: Naruto/Sasuke
Disclaimer: Naruto © Kishimoto Masashi
Summary: Naruto-sensei is late, and his genin team is on the case.
Steve's Notes: For The cheese girl I am. I'm just in love with the idea of Naruto being a jounin instructor; I know that canon dictates that Ebisu is actually this trio's teacher, but in order to save myself from the dreaded OC's, I knocked five years off their age and handed them over.
Warnings: Voyeurism?
Naruto-sensei is late, and Konohamaru rants about it at an obscene decibel.
"He probably just overslept," Udon reasons his teammate, wiping his runny nose with the back of his hand. "We just got back from that long mission and he had all that paperwork to hand into the Hokage."
But Konohamaru is twelve and he doesn't particularly believe in being either mature or patient—a minute is all it takes for him to coax his teammates from the red bridge to go find their absent teacher. "We won't get into trouble," he assures them. "Naruto-nii is the one who's late, not us."
Udon and Moegi start to get a bit nervous when their blond caretaker is neither at the mission report room nor Ichiraku's. "I told you," Udon says when they peek into Tsunade-sama's office, only to see the Godaime using a large scroll as an impromptu pillow, and not yelling at Naruto-sensei as they had hoped. "He probably just overslept."
The thought of Naruto-sensei sleeping in does not sit well with Konohamaru, mostly because Naruto gets cranky when he does it, and he throws an end of his scarf over his shoulder in irritation. "Well, if he's still in bed, then we'll just have to wake him up," the genin announces. When Udon begins to protest, he snaps, "I know he said not to go there, but he's late and he isn't anywhere else."
Which is how Team 9 finds themselves scaling the massive tree growing up against the jounin apartment complex. Udon finds Naruto-sensei's chakra signature on the fifth floor and they hide themselves underneath the leaves, peeking through the thick summer foliage into his home through the cracks in the blinds. At first Konohamaru sees nothing, and raises his hand to open the window when—
"I'm sorry I'm late!" Naruto yells as he rushes to the bridge, his students sitting on the edge of it, kicking their sandaled feet over the cool water. His black shirt is rumpled and his flak jacket is askew; he hasn't bound his calves or forearms and his hitai-ate is nowhere to be seen. "I was at the mission report room late last night and overslept!"
The outburst he is expecting does not come. Moegi and Udon are staring pointedly at the water, their faces red; Konohamaru looks like the cat who swallowed the canary. "Ne, Naruto-nii," he says, and the blond blinks owlishly at his sly grin. "You don't need to lie to us about your girlfriend."
Naruto raises an eyebrow, genuinely confused. "What?" he asks. "I don't…"
"The one at your apartment." Konohamaru wiggles a pinky at him suggestively. "The one you were… eh?"
And when Naruto doubles over in laughter, and Team 9 looks at their teacher like he's finally lost it, what the genin don't realize is that they just mistook his very male lover for a girl—something that Naruto will be sure to mention later to Sasuke, but only after he's sure he can run away fast enough.
.end.