A/N: Found this when I was cleaning up my files. I completely forgot I wrote this... huh.

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Iruka is seven when he finds out that he is an omega.

It starts with heat in the early morning, which should have been a cool, autumn day but instead the boy found himself sweating between his sheets. He's nervous, and a little scared, as most children usually are when things deviate from their normal.

His mother comes in to wake him up only to find her son on the floor with his shirt off, red faced, and smelling a light sweetness that told her that her beloved son is an omega.

She's put off at first; both she and her husband are betas, continuing a long line of them and thinking it strange that only now their family is receiving something different, an omega child. Quickly, she pushes these thoughts away and carries her son to the shower to lower his temperature, if only a little.


Iruka is ten when he loses his parents.

His base omega instincts cry out at the loss of protection, the loss of safety. All he truly remembers from that night is an angry miasma of chakra and darkness. When he came to his senses the following morning of the Kyuubi attack, he gets a stiff announcement from a masked nin telling him his parents died for the village.

With no one to fend off the ignorant teasing of his school mates or the hushed whispers of the adults, Iruka is exposed to the cruelty of not only being an orphan, but an unclaimed omega at that.

It sickens him when he overhears a seedy looking man tell his friend that "someone should mate that little one soon before he's sterile". Iruka is disgusted of himself for the first time.


The other students in the Academy don't smell like anything, not anymore.

It's the fourth year and those who managed to stick through to the end are taking their genin exams that bright morning.

By this point, covering your scent and disguising your secondary gender is like a habit now. Iruka does not want to remember the horror stories he's read of omegas being taken hostage and used as breeding stock, especially when they hold a kekkei genkai.

Iruka is eleven when he becomes genin.

The hitai-ate is tied securely around his forehead and though he wants to come off strong and intimidating, almost like an alpha, he can't help the goofy smile that climbs his face. He decides to treat himself to some ramen as a congratulations.

Inside of Ichirakus, where it was usually empty, Iruka sees a silver-haired boy tucked into the farthest stool from him. He immediately recognizes the boy as Hatake Kakashi, the son of the disgraced White Fang. Usually keeping to himself and having a healthy dose of sympathy within him, Iruka leaves the boy alone since the Hatake had lost all his loved ones just a few years ago, the last being Namikaze Minato during the Kyuubi Attack.

Iruka ends up going for sushi afterwards.


After that first (one-sided) meeting, Iruka starts seeing the silver haired boy everywhere, almost as if he's only started to notice his presence now.

Which is ridiculous considering that he always knew of the boy, just not actually seen him in the flesh on an almost daily basis as he is doing now.

Iruka usually sees him by the missions desk, alone, and wearing a stony mask of indifference that Iruka has to wonder just what is going through that silver haired head of his.

Other times, Hatake Kakashi's eyes look like that of a dead fish.

Iruka thinks he's discreet with his glances towards the last Hatake while picking up his team's mission scroll but nearly all the chuunin in the room have bets on when Hatake will finally crack. They all know that Hatake knows he's being watched, it's only a matter of time before he does something about it. The chuunin all agree that the masked kid needed more of a break than being demoted down to just A and B rank missions.


Iruka is finishing up with his daily training when Hatake Kakashi first talks to him.

It was a humid summer day, Iruka's team was on break for a week since their sensei had a mission from the Hokage to complete. With not much else to do, Iruka spent most of his free time training.

"You're an omega." A boyish voice on the cusp of puberty states behind (above?) him and Iruka flinches.

Iruka thought he had been alone but that was just obviously proved wrong. After getting over the initial shock, he pulls out a kunai and drops to a defensive position like a good ninja was supposed to do when ambushed. His gut churns with readying chakra as Iruka examines his attacker.

Konoha hitai-ate, a masked face, and gravity defying hair.

As Kakashi leaps down from his tree branch Iruka lets out a sigh while stabbing the kunai into the training post next to him. He wasn't any sensor but he should have at least been able to pick up Kakashi's presence this close to him. That or the Hatake was just that good.

"Wait, what did you say?" Iruka finally responds after realizing what the boy told him earlier.

It wasn't every day that the prodigious Hatake Kakashi went out of his way to speak to someone anyways.

Iruka is levelled with a blank, grey-eyed stare, "You're an omega. I can smell you."

Heat fills the brunette's cheeks at the blunt statement, "W-well, of course I am! My sensei is out for the week so we don't have any missions."

It is considered rude to actively try to smell someone since scent can literally help you discover your mate. It was a very private thing that people should normally ask before doing. That, and Iruka got the bristling feeling inside him whenever people took it upon themselves to point out the obvious; it wasn't like Iruka was ashamed of being an omega or anything, he just hated it when it marked him as a social topic for anyone to use.

Iruka gets the feeling that the Hatake isn't one to follow social norms. In fact, most high ranking ninja don't.

"Ninja should always hide their scent. It leaves a trail and makes it easier to track them." Kakashi lectures, as if it was the most basic thing in the world.

"But we're in the village. Don't tell me you're paranoid about your scent even in the village?" Iruka nearly yells at the other boy, who is the same age but has such a dark look in his eyes that are akin to a veteran soldier; an expression that shouldn't be on a young boy's face .

After receiving silence as a reply, "You know what, considering who you are, I guess I shouldn't have asked."

"And who am I?" Comes a snooty retort.

Kakashi has a hip leaning against the tree he was in earlier, his single eyebrow arching with his question while Iruka stood there sweating. Iruka realizes his frazzled look was kind of embarrassing.

"...You're an alpha." Iruka flushes again with the words.

It wasn't like it was hard to tell, considering the boy's broader shoulders and more defined muscle mass. He is definitely going to grow up to be one hell of an alpha, especially with his skills and added Sharingan.

"That's new," A snort, "Usually people say Sharingan Kakashi or the Copy Cat Nin."

Iruka interjects with, "Or just Hatake Kakashi?"

"Yeah. 'Or just Hatake Kakashi'."

The boy's words weren't warm by any means but Iruka felt that it was softer than when he first spoke to him. A warm breeze slides through the two of them as the sun sets behind the brunette.

Iruka notes how long he's been out here and wonders how long Kakashi was up in that tree. Had he been watching him? Why? Hatake Kakashi was very much an enigma, his thoughts, motives, and even his diction could be picked apart and examined under a microscope. The brunette thinks Hatake wouldn't like that very much.

"Um," Iruka fidgets as an awkward silence settles between them.

"You're right, though. I'm an alpha."

Kakashi is suddenly much closer and Iruka holds in a gasp. The boy isn't much taller, not at this age, but he's easily an inch or two above the brunette. Iruka flicks his eyes upwards and meets stormy grey. An intake of breath and Iruka catches the smell of an incoming storm with hints of an animal. Wolf? Dog?

"Hey! You're not hiding your scent either!" Completely disregarding their proximity, Iruka yells at the boy in anger. What a hypocrite!

Kakashi only stares down at him, his eyes becoming a shade darker. Iruka swears he hears the boy take a deep breath but he couldn't confirm it before a swirl of leaves in front of him renders him alone in the training ground.


Like any good love story, the love interest is always put into a compromising position for the protagonist to walk into and see. Cue the hilarious but also tantalizing scene that may or may not lead to the two coupling together.

Iruka is fifteen when Hatake Kakashi walks in on him naked.

It all started when Mizuki wanted to be the little shit that he is and steal his clothes and towel from the counter he left it on. Just his luck that all his other clothes were either only shirts or in the laundromat downstairs. Grabbing a ratty brown shirt he still had from his pre-genin days, Iruka attempts to sneak down the stairs while utilizing all the ninja skills he's learned through the years.

He thinks that the Shodaime probably didn't plan on the future ninja generations using shunshin- a technique made for use on the battlefield- to escape public humility. Iruka also knows the Shodaime probably didn't expect childish pranks like this being played on the village's military unit.

Once in the small, blue-tiled room- there were small weeds growing in the corners and the yellow lights occasionally flickered, revealing just how old and run down the place was- which was thankfully empty, Iruka removed the shirt that was covering his modesty to stop the washing machine and pull something out to wear. Unfortunately for him, just as he was about to open the machine a surprised flare of chakra rang through his senses, causing him to turn and assume he was being ambushed.

"Urgh!"

An embarrassing noise left his throat when he realized that it wasn't an enemy-nin taking the opportunity of a naked and weapon-free genin to attack but, instead, Hatake Kakashi in just his blues and a basket of laundry under his arm. Iruka shamefully admits he ogled a bit at the rolled up sleeve that exposed well muscled, veined forearms.

"Did you wash all your clothes and realized you had nothing to wear?" Kakashi asks, lightly as if speaking to a small animal.

"Wuh?" Iruka eloquently responds.

Iruka flinches and swipes the shirt over his nudity, his ears flaming red and embarrassed that he was seen. It shouldn't matter really, most missions outside the village usually ended up with having to pee, change, and bathe in the wilderness. It's just that this specific alpha happened to do weird things to him, as in: make Iruka feel weird things.

Lately, Iruka's been behaving different around the silver haired teen. After their little talk in that training ground all those years ago, it was almost like the two were friends. If occasionally nodding at each other when you're in the same room actually counts as friendship.

Besides that, Iruka has just been noticing the Hatake even more. The way he was already so much taller, the curve of his mask over his nose, the sheer alpha-ness that emanated from the teen.

Even with scent blockers and suppressants, the omega inside Iruka couldn't deny that this alpha was, dare he say it, a good prospect for a mate.

Which made it all the more embarrassing to be found in such a revealing position.

"Here." Kakashi places his basket on one of the counters and slides a bundle of fabric at the nude teen.

With only slight wariness, Iruka unravels it and puts on the much needed sweatpants. It wasn't a full outfit but at least he wouldn't get arrested by the Uchiha Military Police for public nudity.

"Thanks, Hatake-san," Tan skin blushes a rosy hue, "Just, forget what you saw. And don't tell anyone."

A playful glint flashes through a steel-colored eyed, "Oh yeah. Or what?"

The mock deep baritone Kakashi takes on, even if meant to tease, makes Iruka blush even harder as he sputters out a response.

"Buh- Well- D-don't make fun of me!"

To get his point across, Iruka chucks a box of lavender scented detergent at the other teen (which is easily dodged, to Iruka's irritation).

"Hey, hey," Two, ungloved hands raise up to placate the angry brunette.

"I won't tell anyone, promise. I'll even keep the fact that you have a cute butt to myself."

Iruka's left eye twitches and before he knows it he's throwing everything and anything he can get his hands onto at Kakashi. Despite not seeing his face, he just knew the silver haired teen had a shit eating grin on his face.

Later on that day Iruka remembers that he's still wearing Kakashi's sweatpants. He doesn't think about the fact that he probably smells a lot like the alpha now.


A year later, Iruka becomes a chuunin.

He decides to celebrate by finding a nice alpha who he can finally lose his virginity to.

Iruka is 16 when he is knotted for the first time.

He won't be able to remember the guy's name except that he was older and was probably from the Land of Fire's capital. The alpha smelled like leather that had been left out in the sun- a smoky, masculine smell that attracted Iruka for the night.

The good thing about older lovers were that they were experienced and were hardly put off by any fumbles or embarrassing things like tripping out of your underwear as Iruka had done. He still remembers the stubble that tickled the place where the alpha was mouthing. In fact, Iruka kind of regrets leaving it only as a one night stand. The alpha was attentive but made sure it was as wildly satisfying as Iruka had always imagined. If only he remembered the man's name.

The next day, a little sore but deeply satisfied, he stumbles out of bed and gets ready for a day of work. After being promoted to chuunin he's applied and been working at the mission's desk.

At work it goes by as it usually does: wet-behind-the-ears genin, busy-bee chuunin, and the occasional jounin. Jounin are so eccentric and individual in nature that they could not be described in a few words as Iruka had done with the genin and chuunin.

And of course the two most eccentric jounin come waltzing in just when Iruka felt things slow down a little. His back still kind of hurts but he is a ninja of Konoha and that meant persevering through the-morning-after aches.

"My Eternal Rival! I challenge you to another race towards the Hokage Mountain! Let us decide once and for all who is the Most Youthful!" Maito Gai's booming voice grasps onto everyone's ears.

A sigh comes from his companion, "Gai, we're at the mission's desk already. Can't this wait until after we pick up our scrolls?"

The silver haired jounin swaggers up towards Iruka's desk with the air of someone who could care less about what's going on around him, completely ignoring Gai's attempt to coax another challenge from him. Iruka thinks that Kakashi has changed a lot over the years; Kakashi is a teen like himself- albeit more laid back and generally more skilled- but just a few years back he seemed infallible and stone-cold, a vortex that took everything in but couldn't (or wouldn't) let anything out.

"Good morning, Kakashi-san." Iruka greets cordially.

Their 'friendship' has lasted long enough that Iruka has taken to calling the other teen by his first name. So far he hasn't been called out on it yet, so he thinks it's alright.

"Morning," Kakashi drops a crumpled piece of paper in front of him and of course Iruka unravels it to find the Hokage's orders for giving a B-ranked mission scroll for them.

He digs around for it under his desk and after finding it, puts it on top for Kakashi to grab. He goes to smile and wave off the jounin before noting that the atmosphere between themselves had suddenly turned cold. What is happening?

"Did you find yourself an alpha?" Kakashi's voice is gravelly, nearly growling.

Iruka nearly flinches. The bigger teen was seeping out killing intent and it made everyone else in the room raise their hackles, preparing for a fight. He had to do something about this before things got out of hand; Iruka has always been one to be a mediatior after all.

"Kakashi-san," He places a hand on a broad shoulder.

"Please calm down. If you'd like to speak more about this I'll have to ask you to find me after my shift's over."

Iruka hopes the pleading tone in his words comes through as sincerely as he imagines. It also helps that he still has some of his lingering omega scent on him, a natural, calming smell for betas and alphas.

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A/N: Don't know if I'll continue this since it was probably written spur of the moment. Let me know what you think!