Yea, I watched some movies while I had no internet, so… now I'm practically spewing ideas.
DEAL WITH IT.
I'll try not to bother you with too many details about my life at the moment, I have no internet connection, hence my lax in updates, but hey… I got a new story out, and
OH MY GOSH IT HAS A PLOT
You may all faint now.
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Disclaimer
I do not own any Naruto characters
Claimer
I do own this sad excuse for a plot
Warning: THIS IS YAOI
The boys are at their current age, whatever it may be xD
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Confusion, excitement, anger, frustration, terror. He was sent out alone, and was completely lost, he had no idea where the enemy was, how many there were… and if he used his sharingan, he'd never be able to tell the village where Sound was. He remembered Tsunade, she'd specifically told him, "go… scout out Sound; but come back in one piece, if the mission gets risky, abandon it and return home with any information." She has looked at him almost as if she pitied him, "Please… at least… try to be safe…" She had turned away from him, and waved him off with her hand. He had to get out of there, and complete the mission underneath the mission. He was scouting, spying… this was an information gathering assignment, he was never meant to actually get in; that was never intended. She just wanted to know where Sound was.
A sharp pain erupted in his neck, he'd been careless. The enemy had hit a group of nerves around the spine, he'd be unconscious in a few seconds. More pain, this time to his skull. He blacked out about a mile north of Konaha.
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"So… this man, why do I have to be the one?"
"You're the only person I know who has enough patience to put up with an idiot, who's been trained to kill with the precision better than any true shinobi."
"I'm truly honored by the trust you put on my shoulders Hokage-sama. But… my job at the academy… I very well can't leave twenty pre-genins alone. They'll eat up any poor soul you try to replace me with." He fidgeted. This new mission, even though it was an 'in towner' was S-rank. Big stuff. Big news. Big deal.
"Iruka, don't worry, the man your assigned to isn't going to kill you on the spot," she waved her hand as if she could sweep away his worries, "I've assigned Nara Shikamaru as your replacement for the last month of this school year. The ninja who has memory loss will most likely remember things immediately."
He didn't like how things were going. He was now on an S-rank mission, an 'in towner', and he was going to be taking care of a shinobi he's never met, "ah… Hokage-sama?"
"Yes?" she looked up at him from some papers on her desk.
"Who am I taking care of?" a slight frown graced his lips as he looked upon his leader, she was… smirking at him?
"He is to be called whatever you wish to name him. Now go, I have work to do." She had seen the worried look on his face, "Don't worry; his mind will let him remember when he's ready."
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He watched the clouds outside the window, one of them was shaped like a clown… a very strange clown with cat ears and a puppy tail… the other one was shaped kinda like a lop-sided boat… with no sail, so it was more like a canoe… but it was definitely a boat… he decided to look over at the person who'd entered the room, the man had a deep tan color to him, even darker brown hair, the man smiled warmly at him. He just stared blankly, not wanting to show any emotion yet… he couldn't remember where he was, he couldn't remember who he was.
"Hello, my name is Iruka Umino, please… just call me Iruka. Hokage-sama has assigned me to be your caretaker until your memory returns. What's your name?"
"I obviously have no idea, since I lost my memory." He replied, free of any emotion at all.
"Ah… right…" he rubbed the back of his head blushing, "sorry 'bout that… uh… I'm a school teacher, I teach at the ninja academy down the road."
"Why did you tell me that?" again, monotone.
"I want you to know that you can trust me with anything." The man smiled at him again, a tad bit warmer than earlier. "I want to be a friend to you, more than just some guy who makes sure you're eating right. Alright?"
Kakashi nodded, he wondered who the heck this… 'Iruka' was.
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He thought back to his first meeting with the amnesia patient. He wasn't quite sure what to name him…
He had gone to the man's apartment, no one had even known he'd lived there, or when he'd moved in. This man really was a great shinobi, he'd completely destroyed all evidence of even renting space. No signatures, no friends. This man had nothing to live for except missions. Even in the mission room Iruka had never seen this man. He was a complete mystery to everyone.
He scratched the scar across his nose. Then settled for simply rubbing the bridge of his nose between his eyes, trying to get some sort of idea what he should be named. From his first opinion of the man, he was definitely stubborn, deadly, and completely cold-hearted. It had seemed like the man had had no emotions… none. He shivered at the coldness in the man's eye.
Tsunade had bandaged his left eye, she said there had been some structural damage done to it. When Iruka had asked why a jounin wasn't taking this mission on, she had listed names of shinobi out of the country.
There was Sarutobi, Asuma. He was in the land of waves, doing some scouting, and helping out in general.
Maito, Gai. He was training his students, and helping the young Rock, Lee while he recovers from surgery.
Hatake, Kakashi was trying to track down Uchiha, Sasuke. But no one was supposed to know that one. His other students, Sakura and Naruto, were busy training under Sannin. They didn't even know about it.
And then there was Kurenai and Mitarashi, Anko. They were currently helping Ibiki (yes, the infamous interrogator). Some bodies had shown up recently, and they had to figure out who's they were. Apparently, they'd been so mutilated they were having trouble finding out just where they were from. Let alone who they were.
He sighed and walked back into the room the man was in. He gazed down at him. He had dirty looking hair, kind of like snow when too many people had walked on it. He wondered just how many people, had trod on this man's soul. He smiled.
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He awoke, his head was higher and the pillow was a little… less… soft. He turned to look at the offending pillow, when he realized his head was in someone's lap. He looked up to see who, and it was that weird… teacher guy.
He was tempted to smile at the young man, who'd obviously just sat down next to him on the bed, he wondered why he'd given up the pillow for this man's hard-muscled thigh. He poked the teacher in the gut.
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Iruka practically jumped off of the bed; landing on the floor with a lovely thud, "Yuki! Don't do that!" his face was burning with embarrassment.
"Yuki?" was the only reply he got. Kakashi propped himself up on his right arm to look at the young man.
"Oh erm… yea, I was told to give you a name… I figured Yuki would be a good one…" Iruka's cheeks darkened a tad more.
"Why such a feminine name? And honestly… 'Snow' ?" Kakashi practically rolled his eyes.
"well… uhm… y'see, I uh… well. You're hair's a really nice silvery color, kinda like snow… and… yea…" he rubbed the scar on his nose trying to hide the fact that he thought Yuki was kind of a feminine-looking man.
Kakashi mulled it over, so his name is 'Yuki'. He frowned inwardly, wonder what deity he'd pissed off. Or if there were vengeful spirits, then he shrugged and smiled warmly at the teacher. "ah… I'm afraid I've forgotten your name…"
"Iruka." He stared at Yuki, wonder why he was suddenly being so sweet.
"Iruka," he smiled again, "Thank you for… well," his cheeks burned slightly, "giving me a name and all..."
Yuki's smile seemed genuine. So he smiled back.