Title: Cake
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: R
Pairings (in this chapter): Iruka/Naruto, Jiraiya/Naruto, Kakashi/Naruto, Naruto/Sasuke, Kakashi/Sasuke, Lee/Gaara, Shikamaru/Neji...many more implied, possibly more with devoted chapters, if I feel like it.
Summary: Naruto knows what he wants. But, as with everything, he ends up taking a little too much. Eventually, he finds himself in a love dodecahedron that engulfs much of the village. SLASH with too many pairings to list. Each pairing will get at least a chapter with IruNaru, KakaNaru, and JirNaru getting at least two or three.
CAKE, a Naruto Fic
Chapter Two
Iruka woke up while Naruto was still sleeping and brought him breakfast in bed. Naruto smiled sleepily and dug in.
"I have to go, or I'll be late for class," said Iruka, patting Naruto's shoulder.
"'Kay...see ya later."
"Lock the door behind you if you leave."
Iruka reluctantly tore himself from the room and, slipping into his shoes, headed off down the road towards the academy, thinking about Naruto. He had thought a lot about Naruto lately, mostly how much he missed the kid. Sure, he was a grade A pain in the ass sometimes, but Iruka genuinely missed the excitement.
About a block from the academy, he heard hushed angry voices from behind a cluster of houses.
"It's not funny! Stop it before someone sees!"
Neji Hyuga. Iruka would recognize those slightly affected tone anywhere.
"Aww, come on. Relax, it's no big deal."
Shikamaru Nara.
Iruka followed the voices to a fence. Peering between the slats, he could see that Shikamaru had Neji in a shadow possession.
"What if your father sees?!" Neji hissed, looking furious at his own inability to resist.
Shikamaru chuckled. "Yeah, right. You think he gets out of bed before noon? Besides," he added with a windy sigh and a smirk, "I don't really see where you have much of a choice, Hyuuga."
Incapable of even struggling, Neji settled for growling dangerously. "Eventually," he said, "you will run out of chakra. And when you do--"
"Yeah, yeah. You'll hit my chakra points and make my whole body go numb. So I'll take a nice nap when you do. Heh...I'm gonna need it after this."
"You--" Neji froze as the shadow of a hand crept across his chest.
Iruka started to go to the gate to break them up, but he hesitated. Something troubled him about this. If the two were going to fight, why be so secretive? Why not do it on the training grounds where a fight wouldn't be interrupted? And why were they speaking so...well they didn't sound as if they were in a fight. Neji sounded angry, but there was something else in his voice. Something that could almost be mistaken for fear.
Could it be excitement? What kind of game were these boys playing?
That question was soon answered. The shadow's hand moved to the fastenings of his shirt, and pulled them, one by one, apart.
Incredible, though Iruka. He has an unbelievable control of shadow techniques. Normally, they have to be focused on a specific goal. That's why the shadow strangulation technique works the way it does, but to retain a shadow possession and allow the shadow form to physically perform not just one task, but a series of complicated tasks...like figuring out how that stupid shirt comes undone.
And the shadow's hand was having a little trouble figuring that out, but eventually had all three of the front fastenings undone. A second hand appeared at the buttons of Neji's shorts while the first hand pushed his shirt over his shoulders.
"I see you've been working on a new technique," Neji commented dryly through his teeth.
"Yeah," Shikamaru replied, "I was laying in bed and I couldn't reach the lamp to turn it off. I've been using it to get things done."
Neji scoffed, ignoring the hands undressing him. "So you invented a new jutsu because you were too lazy to get up out of bed? How very...you."
Shrugging, Shikamaru sighed, "Come on, Neji, you're supposed to be a genius, right? Do you really wanna insult the guy who's got you in a possession?"
Neji was now completely naked. Iruka knew he shouldn't be watching this, but it captivated him. Not necessarily the erotic nature of the situation, but the possession, and the eventuality that Shikamaru would run out of chakra, and Iruka was anxious to see what would happen when it did, especially if he needed to step in.
The shadow hands ran along the boy's chest, flicking over his nipples.
"Feels freaky doesn't it?" asked Shikamaru. "You'll get used to it."
"Stop it," Neji hissed as a hand trailed down his hips.
"Hyuga, if you wanted me to stop, you wouldn't have tried to kiss me last night."
Neji looked stricken. "I did not try to kiss you."
"Yeah, and Asuma Sensei wasn't trying to kiss me when he gave me a shotgun that one time. But at least he was high, so he had an excuse. Man, I wish you'd just get over yourself and admit it."
"Hey, what's going on in there?"
Iruka whirled around at the voice. A large man with bushy white hair and the kanji for "oil" on his head-protector. Iruka had seen him with Naruto a few days ago in town. They looked like they were training. But there was something familiar about him...about that kanji. He had heard of this guy somewhere...Where could it have been?
"There's nobody down at the baths right now, so it looks like you've found a great spot. Is she pretty?"
Iruka's eyes widened, realizing not only where he had seen this guy, but what he was being accused of.
He was the author of that awful trash Kakashi was always reading. Iruka had confiscated several copies of the various books in the series from older students at the academy. But that couldn't be the only way he knew him...that kanji...and the red paint down his face...
"No, you don't underst--" but it was too late. He had pressed his face to a gap in the fence. After a second, he drew back. Pale, but a flush slowly creeping into his cheeks.
"Hey," he said, putting his hands up in a show of pacifism. "To each his own. I'm not gonna judge."
"No," Iruka said irritatedly. "This is a misunderstanding. Those two used to be my students. I thought they were fighting, and it's very likely that they might when Neji gets out of that shadow possession, so I was just sticking around to step in if things got out of hand."
It bothered Iruka that he still couldn't figure out who this guy was and where else he knew him from.
Then it clicked.
There had been a photograph of him in a history textbook Iruka taught from at the academy. And two others. The Legendary Sannin. So this was Master Jiraiya...and he also wrote trashy romance? Iruka had a sudden headache.
"Shadow possession? I didn't see any shadow possession."
Iruka looked back between the slats. The two of them were tangled together on the grass, Shikamaru down to his mesh undershirt and his boxers, kissing furiously. So either Shikamaru had run out of chakra or Neji had given in. Either way, Iruka looked like a lying pervert.
"He had him in a shadow possession," Iruka asserted. "I wasn't--oh forget it, you were going to look if they were girls."
Jiraiya looked offended, but didn't say anything, possibly because the statement was true and he really didn't have any defense against it.
"You've been training Naruto Uzumaki, haven't you?" Iruka asked, following Jiraiya away from the fence. Maybe he knew something about whatever had Naruto so upset.
"Blond kid, yells a lot?" Jiraiya asked. "Yeah, I'm working on a couple of techniques with him. That sexy technique is killer."
Iruka laughed uncomfortably. He agreed, but it had always been the similarities to Naruto that had made the jutsu so effective on him.
"Listen, have you noticed him being upset about anything? He has a crush on someone and I'm not really sure who, but it's really got him depressed."
Jiraiya raised an eyebrow. "Hm? I'm not sure. Could be anyone. Lots of girls in the Leaf Village."
Shaking his head, Iruka said, "No. It's not a girl. He almost slipped and said 'him', but caught himself at the last second and said 'this person'. Not only that, but it's someone I don't really know, so that counts out all of his former classmates from the academy. In fact, it counts out every ninja in the village who's studied at the academy since I started teaching. So it's someone older. Within about five to ten years of my age or older."
Jiraiya's brow creased. "That rules out quite a bit of the village," he said softly. "And it's probably someone he's had a lot of contact with recently. So that narrows the field even further. That would be his trainers, his friends' parents and older siblings...the guy at the ramen shop."
Iruka snorted. "Well, you've been with him a lot lately. What adults has he had any contact with?"
"Hm..." Jiraiya took a seat on a bench and Iruka paced in front of it. "Well, other than me...He was with Ebisu when I met him."
"Ebisu?!" Iruka shouted. "That ass? No way. Naruto has better taste."
"Well," said Jiraiya, cradling the back of his neck in his hands and looking up at the sky, "that leaves you, me, and the ramen guy."
"And Kakashi?"
Jiraiya's eyebrows flew up. "Kakashi Hatake? The Fourth's old student?"
"Mh-hm," Iruka nodded. "He was his first trainer. Stopped training him just before you met him."
"So you, me, and Kakashi," said Jiraiya. "How about we go find him and see what he knows."
"Later," Iruka replied. "I have to get to the school before eight-thirty."
Jiraiya laughed. "What time do you think it is?"
Iruka checked his watch.
As a teacher, it had been about seven years since he cursed. But now just felt like the time.
"SHIT!"