AN:
So this is the prologue to The Unexpected. It should hopefully explain how the three got together as I have started refering to past events in the story without really expanding. So here is where you find out how Kakashi nearly ruined Yamato. How Iruka and Yamato came to be and eventually how the three got together beofre they were thrown into parenthood.

So here's a taster with the first chapter, let me know what you all think. The rest will follow as soon as the Unexpected is finished.

ENJOY

The Unexpected - The Prologue

Chapter 1

"Oi, Oi Tenzou, this is so unlike" he shook his head in regret at the state of his kohai. "Arrg Aoba! Get your hands of my ass!" he slapped at the groping hand and placed it where he could see it. Tenzou broke into song "oh why…shhmy…heart" he began in a slur. "This is all your fault Aoba, why would you take the kid drinking Baka!" an exasperated Genma struggled to get his two drunken friends home. Like it wasn't bad enough getting groped by this idiot in ANBU he sighed wonder why Tenzou's like this though. Hope his not the butt end of one of Kakashi's cruel jokes again. A figure walking towards them caught his eye "Anoh, Iruka-Sensei, would you mind giving me a hand please" he asked in desperation.

Iruka run to Genma's aid taking a hold of Aoba's arm slinging it over his shoulder. Genma panicked seeing Aoba's hand travel slowly down the Chunin sensei's back and slapped at it. "It would be better if you took Ten…eh Yamato home" Genma laughed nervously. Sending the Chunin with Aoba was like sending a lamb to the slaughter house. He dragged Aoba over his back and placed the still singing Yamato's arm over Iruka.

"Sempai? Sempai are you leaving me?" Yamato said looking up with teary brown eyes and with such a sad and pathetically childish voice it made Genma feel guilty.

"I'm not leaving you Yamato. Iruka Sensei's going to take you home while I drop Aoba back to his".

"So you are leaving me" Yamato's bottom lip quivered. "Don't…don't you like me Sempai?"

Genma laughed nervously, this was getting pathetic "Of course I like you Yamato".

"Really?"

"Really, you're my favourite Kohai".

Yamato smiled pleased with Genma's answer and turned to walk away with Iruka "Sensei, can I tell you a secret?" Iruka nodded humouring the drunken Jounin. Yamato continued giggling "I'm Genma Sempai's favourite Kohai" he whispered into Iruka's ear but abruptly stopped turning back. As Genma adjusted the now nodding Aoba on his back so he wasn't groping his chest, he heard a whining "Sempai". He turned his head in frustration to find Yamato leaning against Iruka with his shoulders slumped and head hanging low, an air of gloom surrounded the young Jounin, "I'm your only Kohai!" he bemoaned.

Genma blushed furiously at the spectacle and Iruka laughed heartedly wrapping his arms around Yamato's waist "Come on Yamato-Kun. Let's get you home and sobered up ne?" he shook his head at the eccentric Jounins and walked Yamato back.

-oOo-

The walk seemed to be sobering Yamato up a bit, he wasn't singing or moaning about his Sempai's anymore. "Yamato-Kun do you know which floor you live on?" he asked trying to find someone else awake at the Jounin quarters and failing.

"Nope" was the swift answer he got followed by a smile looking pleased with himself. "I know where Kakashi Sempai lives, but he doesn't like me, nobody like me" Yamato sighed sadly. Just as I thought he was sobering up Iruka thought to himself. Guess it can't be helped; I'll just take him back to my apartment and proceeded to walk a few more blocks. When they arrived at his apartment he struggled to keep Yamato upright whilst opening the door with his keys. When he bent to take of his sandals he had let go of Yamato briefly and the Jounin landed face first into his hall way.

That's got to hurt in the morning he thought why did I agree to do this. He shook his head at the sight and turned him over to find his nose crushed red. The rest of his face had been saved by the samurai styled forehead protector he wore. These crazy Jounins are a genus of their own he thought. But Yamato had seemed different to him, calm; collected, polite and not at all anything like Naruto's other sensei Kakashi. He took off the dozing Jounins shoes and carried him (bridal style) into the bedroom laying Yamato down on his bed smiling down at the man, who clearly was not used to drinking.

He took off the Jounins flak jacket so he could sleep more comfortably causing Yamato to stir "Iruka sensei" Yamato said his voice not so annoying anymore.

"Yes Yamato-Kun".

"What's it feel like?"

Iruka looked at him confused "What does what feel like?"

"What's it feel like to be loved Sensei"

The question stopped Iruka in his track and he stared at Yamato. Yamato let out a heavy sigh and turned away from Iruka closing his eyes. Iruka didn't know what to do or say, Yamato looked so vulnerable to him. So he continued to remove Yamato's ninja gear. He took off the forehead protector and was surprised to see that the Jounins features were so soft, unlike the demeanour he put on. Without it he looked handsomely young and almost innocent. He saw a frown grace the smooth pale face and found he couldn't resist the urge to kiss it away. He lowered his lips lightly touching them to the creased forehead and was glad to see the expression change immediately. As he pulled back he noticed large black almond shaped eyes staring back at him.

"I've never been loved Sensei, I don't know what it feels like" he said with tears pooling in the corner of his eyes. "No one stays with me long enough Sensei, you're going to leave too" he said with such a sad tone that it penetrated Iruka's heart. Iruka saw the hurt and pain in those dark expressive eyes. He found his hand extended out without his control and tentatively caressed the soft brown hair enjoying how it felt against his fingers.

"I'll stay Yamato-Kun, I'll stay until you fall asleep" he wasn't sure why he felt the urge to offer comfort but his heart reached out to him. Before tonight he had only ever exchanged pleasantries with the Jounin and most of their conversation revolved around Naruto's progress and protection. But a force pulled him towards Yamato now and he couldn't help but stare at the pale soft face and those helpless expressive eyes. His gaze followed the slightly red straight nose down and rested on small plump lips swollen and cracked from drinking and the harsh weather. He found himself blushing as he imagined how those plump lips would feel against his. He had previously found his gaze linger on the new Taichou longer than it was necessary on more than one occasion, but now, now he found he couldn't look away. The man was attractive as it was but without all the gear covering his soft features, he found Yamato to be even more striking. He was shaken out of his thought by an agonizingly soft sob.

"Yamato Kun?"

Yamato moved away from his touch and curled up into a foetal position as more soft sobs wracked his body. Iruka reached out again offering comfort and found his hand captured by one of Yamato's. "Please…don't leave me…Sempai" he whispered in a heart breaking cry.

Iruka was stunned, he was well aware Yamato was special Op and these shinobi's were like none other. They were trained to be ruthless and reign in their emotions. But seeing the elite Shinobi, who faced death in the eye every day like this shocked him into immobility. Who could hurt him so recklessly to reduce the stoic Jounin to this state? Iruka continued to comfort the man hushing him until the silent sobs died down to heavy panting. When he thought he was asleep he tried to remove his arm but found he couldn't. A vine was wrapped around both their hands essentially tying Iruka to Yamato. He struggled to free himself and even tried to wake the distressed Shinobi but the alcohol had done its job and Yamato was now in a drunken slumber.

Guess it can't be helped he sighed it could be worse. He hesitantly settled himself against Yamato's back breathing in the musky fresh wood smell that surrounded him and took comfort in the warmth of Yamato's body. He caressed the brown hair with his free hand and blushed as Yamato moaned beautifully; the sound going straight to his groin. He shifted away from Yamato's back as he wouldn't be able to sleep with most of his blood going to his groin which rubbed against Yamato's soft round cheeks. He groaned even trying hard not to think of how those cheeks would feel surrounding him and slowed his breathing. I could get used to this he sighed knowing the Jounins heart belonged to another and knowing my luck, his probably not interested in men. But how could they hurt him so? Iruka ran his fingers through the soft brown hair again if you were mine Yamato-kun, I would show you how it feels to be loved. I would never leave you…