Here's my first story. Rated M for later chapters.
Warning: Yaoi (boy on boy), Shonen-Ai, etc.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Ichiraku Ramen Bar.
Oh how this place harbors memories.
Iruka Umino stood there, looking up at the sign. He remembered eating many meals here with Naruto, who always "forgot" his money. Iruka would always gladly pay though. In a way Naruto was all he had left.
People sometimes wondered why Iruka cared so much for the boy. With the Kyuubi attack and everything, everyone had harsh feelings towards the boy. He soon became the village outcast. Iruka himself had lost both of his parents to the attack. But Iruka didn't feel hatred towards the blond.
It wasn't his fault.
Iruka had always considered Naruto as a close friend, as a son almost. Naruto had needed someone, and so did Iruka.
"Naruto, please be careful..."
"Ill try."
"You understand why I'm worried."
"I know. But... but I have to bring him back"
Iruka was the only person Naruto confided to about his love for a certain raven haired ninja.
"Iruka-Sensei... I promise when I get back, you'll be the first person I go see."
Iruka chuckled. "Why me?"
A grin stretched across Naruto's face. "You are like my dad, you know."
And with that being said, Naruto turned around and walked out of Iruka's apartment.
I wonder how he's doing now.
'Enough reminiscing' Iruka told himself.
He sat at the stool he always sat in, slipping his hand into his pant pocket to retrieve his wallet.
'Hmph, not there...'
Iruka searched his pockets with becoming more and more frantic.
He sighed, wondering where it could possibly be.
"Ah, Iruka-San, nice to see you again" Teuchi, who ran Ichiraku Ramen, smiled.
"Hello, Teuchi-Sama."
Ayame, Teuchi's daughter, smiled and put down a cup of steaming ramen in front of Iruka.
"Oh, I didn't even order anything-"
"I know" Ayame said with a smile. "Compliments of the man down there."
What in the world?
Iruka cocked an eyebrow. "...Kakashi Hatake?"
"Yo."
Iruka felt a slight blush make it's way across his cheeks. Iruka never really talked to the silver headed jounin and when he did it was normally work related.
"Uhm, hello Kakashi-San." Iruka said shyly as the man got up and took his place on the stool next to Iruka. "Why-"
"You looked rather... disgruntled." Kakashi said with a smirk visible even with his mask on.
I bet he's even more attractive with that mask off... Oh stop it, Iruka, what are you thinking? !
"Oh yeah," Iruka murmured with the blush on his face increasing in pigment "I seem to have misplaced my wallet."
The older of the two chuckled, making Iruka's blush increase further. "Then perhaps you left it at work?"
"Ah, thanks, anyways remind me to repay you for the-"
He looked and saw the man already walking away, his nose buried in a certain erotic novel.
After finishing the bowl of ramen, Iruka made his way towards the school, the place of his employment.
"Why would he buy me ramen?" Iruka said aloud to himself, feeling his cheeks heat up once more.
The air smelled of smoke, Iruka noted, as he let out a small cough.
Someone was probably here with a cigarette.
Eventually he made his way to the school. He retrieved the keys to the building, opened the door, and flipped the light switch.
There his wallet was, underneath his desk.
"Thanks, Kakashi-San." He said aloud, once again, to himself.
"You're welcome, sensei."
Iruka spun around, only to see the man of his thoughts standing in the doorway.
"Are you stalking me, Kakashi?" Iruka said with a smile.
Kakashi let out a small laugh. "Just making sure you found that wallet of yours."
And with a few hand signs and a puff of smoke, the jounin was gone again.
Iruka walked back to his apartment and what he saw sent a sick feeling to his stomach.
There you have the first chapter n_n Sorry for the shortness.
On a side note, if you want to be my beta reader, please tell me.
