Theme one: Introductions
KakaIru
I quietly stared at the white haired boy in front of him. With a mask. Why was he wearing a mask? The boy stared back, with sleep deprived eyes, his white bangs falling over his forehead in a peculiar way that made me want to brush them away. My mother bent down next to me, her auburn hair falling over her shoulders and her hitai-ate.
"Iruka, dear, this is Kakashi. His father just died. Be nice to him, okay?" I crossed my arms, an expert pout on my six-year-old face.
"Where's his mommy?" I asked naively. Kakashi's eyes widened unhappily, then narrowed. I took this as a hint that I said the wrong thing. My mother clapped her hand over my mount and whispered furiously in my ear. Not that I was paying any attention whatsoever. I was more focused on the sad child in front of me.
"Sorry," I mumbled after I had disentangled myself from my overprotective mother.
"It's no big deal," he mumbled back, his eyes downcast. Yes. This conversation was most certainly going places.
"Um…" I fished for an interesting conversation starter. "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
Oh yes. Real smooth, Iruka.
"A ninja, like my dad." Kakashi obviously wasn't much of a talker. But, I brightened up at the whole ninja thing. Because that's what I wanted to be. Yeah.
"Sweet!" I said happily. "Who's you're dad?" little did I know that I had forgotten one important thing.
"My dad used to be the white fang of Konoha."
Ouch. Touchy subject. Sorry Kakashi.
All of a sudden, I felt the need to give this kid a hug. Not because I was gay or anything (which I would discover later, I was) but because he seemed so sad.
And so I did.
Give him a hug, I mean.