Disclaimer: Kakashi and Iruka or any other Naruto characters don't belong to me and are copyrighted to Masashi Kishimoto and company.

Warnings: Eventual boyxboy

Umnio Iruka was not one easily surprised, after all he was a ninja and as such he had to be prepared for the worst of the worst. Or at least, he was sure that's what would be written in his job description if being a ninja was really considered a job.

But here he was, shocked into silence. Or more correctly, he was silent now only because he had time to think over what the mission he was assigned to take on entailed.

"How did I get dragged into this?"

Chapter 1: Mission Assigned

It had been a relatively normal day for Iruka as far as he was concerned. Nothing was amiss and he managed to escape with all his limbs intact. After all, it had been such a nice day and thus he decided to treat his class to an afternoon of practicing throwing Kunai and Shuriken at the targets. It had been fun for both sides, though Iruka was sometimes forced to yell at a child who made the mistake the threatening another child with their weapon or something equally unwise. But he would also give advice and assist those who needed aid by helping them go through the motion of throwing the weapon.

And when he dismissed his class, he was actually looking forward to the weekend that was ahead of him. Of course he would grade test papers and such that he'd probably put that off until Sunday night. Meaning he could relax or maybe go out and get a drink or something equally fun. At least, that's what he was considering as he shoved his things into his well used massager bag.

He grabbed a few scrolls off of the table before heading to the mission's desk, sighing as he began to prepare himself mentally for the task of berating the Jounin who were sure to hand in poorly written mission reports.

Really, one would think they would be able to write better than his pre-genin. "Probably just too lazy….or insane, maybe both." He grumbled as he set his stuff down on the desk.

Not that he labeled Jounin as lazy and insane just because they were Jounin. He tried to look past that stereotype, really, he did.

Iruka plopped down on his seat and was about to take out the papers that needed to be graded when he noticed a scroll, one that he didn't bring in, resting in front of him.

"Huh…." He rubbed the bridge of his scar, looking at it thoughtfully for a moment before taking a quick glimpse around to make sure it was for him. The other two ninjas assigned for desk duty that night weren't there and it had his name on it. So, assuming there wasn't another Iruka in the village, than the scroll was meant for him.

Meaning he had a mission.

And he wasn't sure whether to be happy or upset that his weekend plans would be ruined. Even if he didn't HAVE any weekend plans, it was just the principle of the idea that he COULDN'T have any now.

He carefully rolled it open and read over what his assignment was.

And he almost dropped the scroll, jaw already unhinged from his mouth as his chocolate brown eyes slowly widened.

He sat there for a good minute in shock, his brain trying to make sense of the situation at hand. Why him, why not some Jounin like Gai-sensei or Asuma-sensei or…or…ANYONE else? Why him?

…Besides the fact that he was a teacher and he had an uncanny reputation of being kind-hearted and patient and well…good all-around. STILL, he didn't think that meant he had to be forced to endure this form of torture!

Maybe it was a joke? Iruka perked up at the idea and laughed aloud, that explained it! "I bet it's one of my students or maybe a Jounin who thinks he's being cute." He mused, scratching at his scar as he looked up to see the door opening up.

And in strolled Genma, looking positively bored.

"Genma, did you plant this fake mission report on my desk?" Iruka inquired, giving the honey-blonde man his best teacher voice and glare.

He didn't seem very affected though his senbon did twitch nervously between his lips. Iruka, not satisfied with the reaction jumped up from his seat and waved it wildly around as he walked up to the man and shoved it in his hands.

"If this is your idea of a sick joke or something, it's not funny!" he exclaimed, suddenly nervous because he was just getting a blank stare. He could have sworn Genma was going to ask if he was alright and on drugs or something but luckily the man decided against it.

Instead he carefully rolled open the scroll and began to slowly read what was written on it. Iruka waited for an explanation, his foot tapping impatiently against the floor.

"Well….?"

The senbon between Genma's lips fell from his lips as the scroll landed harshly on the ground. He stared at Iruka for a moment, looking startled at first but that quickly faded as he burst into a round of loud laughter, kneeling over as he struggled to calm himself down.

This wasn't good. "….Genma..? Why are you laughing? This is one of your jokes, correct?" he questioned, gulping as the man before him began to laugh harder.

He wasn't sure what he was more scared of, the fact that the mission he was assigned was, in fact, real, or that Genma seemed to be dying of laughter.

"This isn't funny!" the Chuunin snapped, faintly blushing as he snatched the scroll off the floor before grumpily heading towards his desk. He sat down, huffing loudly as he glared at the offending thing in his hand.

He waited patiently for Genma to calm down and catch his breath, managing to take out a few tests and start marking them with red pen before the Jounin snatched the pen from his hand, a smirk gracing his features.

Iruka just glowered up at him, "What?"

"You have to teach Kakashi how to swim." Laughter threatened to burst from Genma's mouth as he stated this newly found fact.

Iruka just withdrew another red pen from his bag and went back to work, blatantly ignoring the man standing in front of him.

So what if the famous Sharingan user didn't know how to swim? He was sure it wasn't required to be a ninja though it seemed awful important in case one had to hide underwater or something like that. But that aside, teaching someone how to swim was easy…"Easy if it was anyone BUT that insanely perverted man." Iruka groaned loudly, slamming his head against the desk.

And in the back of his mind, the teacher couldn't help but wonder if Icha Icha was water proof.

Alright, first Naruto fanfic and there are bound to be mistakes but I hope you enjoyed hopefully I got personalities straight on so far, though I can't be too sure, i might have failed But please read and review, it'll make my day :) Oh, and suggestions are ALWAYS welcomes, flames are NOT.